"Well. I think we're all screwed up, just in a different way." John had never really gotten over Mary's death. But he'd left Sam and Dean with Ellen and Bobby while he went off to find himself. It had taken time for him to settle and come home, though Sam didn't really remember them. He'd been a decent enough father, even if he and Sam occasionally butted heads. That was to be expected with Alphas, though.

He smiled, though the laughter did all sorts of interesting things to his body. "I'll make sure Dad has you in on the planning process with the house. We already have the land, but I'm sure we can manage a big kitchen. Pick out a room to be the nursery, even if we wait on decorating it for a while." It was bad luck to decorate before you actually knew a cub was on the way, after all. "We even have some woods on the land. I like going out there to think when everything seems a bit too much, too hemmed in."