you, sam and dean had found john. sam and deans dad after months of searching. however, you knew john didn’t like you, because you always spoke your mind, especially about john.

you, sam, dean and john were sitting in the impala, you and sam in the back, and dean and john in the front, sam had his hand on your thigh as you listened to john scold the boys for a stupid reason. the honest person you were, you spoke up.

“you’re a terrible father, did you know that?” john laughs, amused by your statement but he doesn’t deny it “yeah, preach it to me, set me straight.”

you sigh, fed up with johns behaviour. “you have any idea how special your sons are? like, any idea at all? you leave for months on end because you want to go find this damn demon, who might i add was already dead.”