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There was no parenting book for raising hunters. There was no parenting book for demons killing your wife and partner, and hunting down your young son, and how to deal with that fact, and John had only his mother’s raising to use for example. He tried, he really had tried, and it wasn’t shame that kept him away from his boys when he came back- it was the reality of the situation.
He’d last seen them as he’d held Azazel in place, feeling like smiling like a damned idiot as his kid killed the thing that he’d made a deal with. Pride, pride mixed with depression that his kids ever had to become what they were. He’d been the best in the game- or at least that’s what he was hearing now that he ran around to hunter’s bars once more, and now his boys had surpassed even him. They were busy, they were drowning in dealing with world changing things.
A dead father that wasn’t supposed to be here? That would throw a wrench in some possible things, plus he still didn’t know why he was back. Something could be watching him, waiting for him to lead them to where his kids were. Waiting to use him as bait, or as something to hurt them. For that reason, it was best to stay away, best to linger outside of their world, but just close enough to play protection, as always. To pick off what he could, keep their world a little less complicated.
It’d been a good plan, until six months after coming back, he ran into Dean. He hadn’t expected him to show up, maybe he’d see some of the baby hunters they were training for some reason- but Dean himself? Not quite. Maybe, if he made his way out of the diner now without the man seeing him, they could avoid it all, he could stay blissfully ignorant until John got a real lead as to why he was back, to know it was safe and he wouldn’t put the boys in danger again.
He stood, making sure to leave the cash for his coffee on the table, starting for the door as casually as possible, hoping the faux FBI agent would stay distracted with the waitress.
