It's dangerous to roam the halls of the mansion freely these days. Demons of all kinds are just lose, and that's not even putting Dean into consideration. Johns starting to lose track of all the bodies hitting the floor, and he's sure he's on the very top of his son's kill list now. He's taken to sticking to his room or the library, the latter he's warded out and Devil's trapped maybe without letting madam librarian herself know.

Well. She'll thank him when she doesn't die bloody.

But sometimes John had to get out and about, for food or booze or his research. Today it's number three on that list, and his arms are full of his research- pages and pages on everything from djinni to jabberwocky. He's engrossed in one particularly interesting breakdown on The Jabberwocky when he hears an explosion a little ways ahead of him down the hall. His head pops up from the page immediately to survey the scene, and he barely stifles a snort. Some young guy sprawled out on the carpet and a lightly smoking hole in front of him. Aw, poor guy.

"You okay there kid?"