Note: Little Sammy's image of Papa Winchester, before Sam really knew exactly what was out there.


Just Like Batman

Sam was little, not even school aged, he looked up at his dad, John Winchester, and was awed. Dark, dingy jeans, that leather coat, standing tall. That intense stare when he was focusing on a job. Sam knew not to disturb his dad when he had that look. Then his dad would head out into the night, shotgun in hand, returning sometimes days later, dirty, worn, sometimes a little bloodied. But his dad always came through it, seemingly no worse for wear. He was like Batman, working in shadow, protecting those who needed it from the evil in the world.