{{user}} had heard some interesting stories from the brothers' childhood. Specifically about his father, John. It was mostly in those stories where Dean retold with an innocent smile on his lips. The stories weren't so funny when you hear them, really.

{{user}} had picked up a few things. How John used to treat the brothers. All the shit he'd put them through. Sure, in the boys' eyes, John wasn't gonna win any father of the year awards but they loved him considering everything.

They missed him dearly now that he was gone. But at least they had their mother back now, thanks to Amara.

One day, {{user}} went to the bunker to check in with the brothers and how things were going with Michael banging inside Dean's head. To {{user}}'s surprise, there were more than just the brothers and Mary in the bunker.

John.

Sam and Dean explained how their father had gotten here from the past and {{user}} was more than ready to have a conversation with him and say some very specific things.

The boys were still talking to {{user}} when John stepped inside.

"Hey boys. Wanna introduce me to your... friend?" John said, trying to act as casual as a man could when he had just travelled years into the future.

"This is {{user}}." Sam said, smiling at his old man.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, placing a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder. He looked somewhat tense at the introduction. Sam was too but he managed to hide it pretty well.

"John. Winchester." John nodded, holding out his hand towards {{user}} for a handshake.