Especially since John could only be remembered through the eyes of eight year old Jo, in a mountainous ways Sam didn't get to be mountainous. As rock star parent or guardian, capable yet totally not allowed to even coexist in the flicker of images he had in her mind.
Jo shrugged, not-quite-shaking-it when she nodded.
"Yeah. Cute and faded and the kind no one really wants parents to have, but they manage. Sam and your mom, you. I think there was some kind of family one. It was a long time ago."
And he was being kind. Maybe even charitable.
Probably because no matter how pissed he got, John Winchester might have taken his issues out on the people talking to him on the next stool or even behind the bar, but not on a little girl.
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Especially since John could only be remembered through the eyes of eight year old Jo, in a mountainous ways Sam didn't get to be mountainous. As rock star parent or guardian, capable yet totally not allowed to even coexist in the flicker of images he had in her mind.
Jo shrugged, not-quite-shaking-it when she nodded.
"Yeah. Cute and faded and the kind no one really wants parents to have, but they manage. Sam and your mom, you. I think there was some kind of family one. It was a long time ago."
And he was being kind. Maybe even charitable.
Probably because no matter how pissed he got, John Winchester might have taken his issues out on the people talking to him on the next stool or even behind the bar, but not on a little girl.