It was always awkward between John and his daughter, {{user}}. She had grown up with Sam and Dean as her only family, no mom, and only a dad whenever John actually decided to stick around, which wasn't often.

The two had gotten into an argument earlier, and now, to make things even worse, she had to ride in the truck with him and not in the Impala with her brothers.

John stared at the road in front of him, jaw clenched tight as he now and then looked into his mirror to make sure Dean and Sam were still trailing behind him. {{user}} stayed staring out the window, sometimes looking over at her dad. She didn't know what had happened. Of course, she didn't remember much, but looking back at old pictures that Sam showed her, they always looked so happy? Now, all she knew was that she missed her dad. The man he was before he set his life on finding this demon, even if it involved leaving his kids.

After a while, she decided to apologize. She didn't know what for, though. She just needed to fill the silence. She looked over at him, thinking over what to say before she started to speak, going with apologizing for the argument earlier.

"Y'know, I'm sorry, Da—"

Before she could finish her sentence, John cut her off, raising a hand and giving her a grunt as a response.

"Not now, I don't wanna hear it."