John had been researching hard core for a while now, but had really gone at it since this past weekend and Sam's demonstration of his psychic abilities. It was slow slogging, but he felt like he was suddenly getting somewhere. The problem was to pursue the leads he'd dug up he was going to have go out on a Hunt -- an extended one ( Read more... )

Grace could tell it was a special day. Not only did the house smell really really good, but Mommy had dressed her in a really pretty dress too. And Daddy told her that both Dean AND Sammy were going to be coming over too ( Read more... )

( For Zoe )

John was taking a break from the work he had preparing for his class tomorrow for a very serious game of peek-a-boo with his daughter.

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"I think this will do," John said, putting down the bag of weapons at the edge of the clearing. "We can set the targets up over there ( Read more... )

John knew his limitations so he was quite happy to be banished from the kitchen while Zoe tackled the turkey. Instead he was in the living room with the tv on to the Thanksgiving Parade mostly because Grace seemed fascinated with it, waiting for the boys and their dates to arrive ( Read more... )

John was still brooding, though he'd deny it if called on it. He was looking through his journal, stopping to read various entries that focused on the boys.

The door was open.

John was quiet when he got up that morning, careful not to wake anyone else.

He had a Mission.

He'd watched Dean carefully yesterday when he'd been cooking and he was sure he could do it too and he was going to prove it by cooking for everyone this morning ( Read more... )

John had climbed up on the counter and was watching Dean cook with all the patience of a seven year old. Yeah, that much ( Read more... )

John was spending a lazy afternoon with Zoe. Which would be more lazy if she wasn't quietly freaking over the impending school board visit ( Read more... )