John tossed his bag roughly on the bed, ignoring the 7 year old Dean that was standing in the doorway. The young boy had snuck into a hunt and gotten himself hurt. John was more angry than worried. Dean was cradling his arm that was broken as John shoved his stuff in his bag to prep to get up and leave. A three year old Sam was fast asleep on the bed and John scooped him up in his arms.

"I'm taking you to the hospital to get that casted," John said, "Get your shit together."