John's Truck

I do not own Supernatural or have anything to do with it… unfortunately…

We've seen John's truck several times in the first season. I wonder what he keeps in there… besides the ammo, of course. I wonder… Do you? Let's find out… (Okay, cheesy, I know. Lol.)

John's Truck

Ammo.

Of course. All Winchesters carry it with them at all times. He has a lot of it in that big ole truck of his. Mary used to call it his 'Big Boy Toy'. Bet she never imagined it filled with guns, salt, and gasoline. He uses it for everything. It protects him from anything. It protects his kids. Kids. Funny word. Sam and Dean aren't kids. They haven't been since… since… Mary died. But that's another story. Basically, ammo equals his life, his protection.

Box.

There's a box in there. A box behind all the guns and knives. It sits there and every night he brings it in his stay-one-night hotel, before the gun-pack and salt. He opens it every night. Every single night. Just to remind him why he's here, why he's fighting these demons. He opens the box and immediately the smell of roses come to greet. That perfume bottle of Mary's he still keeps, still has the same smell. Next to the bottle lies several things of Dean's. The pictures of him as a toddler and infant sit on top. If you dig deeper beyond those you find Dean's first baby tooth and a lock of hair from his first hair cut. Several more pictures follow. One of Dean and his 'Baby' on the day he got his driver's license, included. That teddy bear he slept with everyday after his mom died. Then there are Sam's things. Pictures among pictures. A lock of his hair, a baby tooth. His ultrasounds. And his baby blanket – it was in the washing machine when Sam's room burnt. A birth certificate for each boy and parent. A death certificate for Mary and Dean (For when he fought the Shapeshifter). And all their school photos – from every year. Of course, family photos are there. And the napkin John wrote his number on. He gave it to Mary that fateful day when they met. She called him that night. And the story progressed from there.

Key.

Simple word. But it meant so much. That was the key. The Key. The one John hung above his visor. The one Mary gave him. It was so many things. They had been dating weeks before she gave it to him. When she did, she smiled and said, "John, I love you." And kissed him on the cheek. He didn't understand at the minute until he took the key. Then he read it. Inscribed was, "The Key To My Heart". It was really to her apartment, but that was just the way Mary was.

Notebook.

After he had given the boys his beloved hunter journal, he resorted to a 99¢ Dollar Store notebook. It was blue. That was all he could say for it. It always sits between the two front seats in his car. Correction lodged, not sits.

John.

Of course he was in his truck. A hell of a lot. He was always there – or most of the time. And all those things were his. All the fake IDs in the glove compartment that is always locked with the same combination, 11-02. All the newspaper clippings that were pinned to the ceiling until he got around to them. Every bit of it screamed John. John! I'm John's! Yes, every bit of it screamed John. Be it good or bad, it did. Yes, it did.