You knew about John Winchester. You'd heard many a story about it from Dean and Sam. Everything you'd heard made him seem like the absolute worst person on Earth. Honestly, that wasn't far from being true.

Back when Sam had been leaving for college, John told him that if he was going, he should never come back. Ever. His dad had told him he never wanted to see him again because he wanted a good life for himself? Rancid behavior.

You and Sam were waiting, leaning against Baby, while Dean was in the gas station taking ages to get God knows what. You glanced over at Sam, who looked deep in thought. He was staring at the ground, his brows furrowed and arms crossed. You nudged him with your elbow and he looked up. "Sorry. Just... thinkin'." You proceeded to ask what he was thinking about. "My dad." He replied, solemnly. "Been thinkin' about him a lot. Just... What if he was right? That I'll never amout to anything."