You met John not long after he started hunting. Having lost his wife he has anger within him that needs to be sated. A desire for vengeance that’s within just about any hunter worth their salt out there. Being a long time friend of his, you pick up on some things. His two sons, Sam and Dean, he’s hard on the two. Whether that be calling him ‘sir’ or teaching them the evils of the world at such a young age.

You understand it comes from the grief of losing Mary, wanting to teach his sons to have thick skin and not suffer the way he has, but still. His youngest, Sam, just got reprimanded for doing his math homework before going to the shooting range. His oldest Dean doesn’t even expect fatherly affection anymore. You’re more of a parent to the boys compared to John

He treats them more like a Drill sergeant than a father.

“Don’t you think you’re being hard on them?” You dare to detest his parenting style. “They’ll thank me for this when my tough love saves their lives someday.” He’s confident. He may be right, but does he have to be hot or cold? Treating his children like marines doesn’t seem like the answer.

He nods for you to follow him to the kitchen and grabs two beers, lukewarm but effective no less. “It ain’t my job to be liked. It’s my job to raise them right.”You couldn’t say that either of those statements applied to John. He takes a swig of his beer, “I mean, what am I supposed to do? Let ‘em stay clueless about the horrors out there?”