A/n: Thanks for the suggestions and reviews. I did go back and change a few things thanks to reviews. Funky town is now Blueberry Hill and Samuel decapitated the Vamps and I added an Abaddon part. Thanks to SkyHighFan for suggestions and looking this chapter over. This one is short it seemed like a good place to stop. The next one will be longer.
John drove as fast as he could to get to the Campbell house. He ran up to the house and rang the doorbell. Mary was at the door first and opened it.
"Hey John! Your father is upstairs," she said, happy to see him. "I stitched him up and his leg should be good as new in two weeks," she added a little concerned with the angry look on John's face.
"He would be fine if your father didn't stab him," John said angrily. "Hunters never think before they act." He added with a spiteful tone. He rushed up the stairs and called out, "Dad?"
"In here," Henry shouted. Henry got up without any help and put a smile on his face. John went up to him and hugged him. John was able to support him on the way downstairs.
Mary was in the kitchen cooking. "Would you like some breakfast? There's plenty," she said cheerfully Samuel was already in the kitchen eating.
"Sure would love some" Henry started to say. He had a pleasant smile on his face towards Mary.
"But we have to go to work Dad," John finished with a curt tone. "I don't want to eat with hunters, they're barbarians." John whispered the second part only for Henry ears. He didn't notice but even though she was across the room Mary did over hear them.
"I am sorry Mary but we cannot stay. Prior engagements that slipped my mind." Henry tried to recover diplomatically.
Mary still had her back turned to them so Henry couldn't judge the expression on her face, but her shoulders were hunched over in a tense position. "You know where the exit is. I am sure that you can let yourselves out," she spit out in a tone that Henry knew she was angry with them. Henry became worried about the effect this will have on the future. He will have to have a good long talk with Johnny on the way home.
"Good luck with your studies," Henry directed to Mary. "Thank you for your hospitality," he added somewhat sarcastically to Samuel's direction. The two left and headed in the direction of the car, John supporting most of Henry's weight along the way.
"You should have been nicer to them," Henry scolded. "We were their guests," Henry added getting in the passenger side.
John got in the driver's side then looked at him in disbelief and said, "They are just hunters. They stab first and ask questions later, they don't think about the consequence of their actions." He paused to take a breath. "There is nothing to like about them," he finished.
Henry thought for a minute. He thought along the same way about hunters not too long ago. When did he change? He thought back to when he met his grandsons Sam and Dean. Henry took a deep breath and said, "Hunters are not much different than us. They face the same monsters that we do and they save people while doing it. Their ways might be different and they might be a little rough around the edges but in the long run they are the same. The hunters of the future will be standing right beside us on the front line to stop the worst sort from happening."
"How do you know about the future?" John asked. Henry realized that telling the truth is the only way to get him to understand the difficult choices that lie ahead. "I visited the future when you were four and met your children and they are hunters, great hunters."