screwthejob:
imnotafather:
John smiled a little, trying not to flinch. “I know.” He said softly. “Travelling? What do you do for work now?” He knew that Dean wasn’t hunting anymore, and didn’t ask about it.
“I landed a job with a personal security detail. My charges traveled a lot and of course I had to go with them. But I dont do that anymore… now I live here, an work in a shop an also co owner of a bar that TJ and I run downtown.”
“What kind of shop?” John asked curiously. “And a bar? You’re doing alright for yourself kid.” He smiled at him, rubbing his beard. “Who’s TJ?”













