"It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die"
As Time Goes By

One day his dad never returned from his last job. He kissed him goodnight and by next morning, he was gone. He was sure it was his fault: maybe if he hadn't been such a scared brat he would have stayed, maybe if he was stronger, maybe if he was smarter. John wasn't sure, all the ten year old knew was that his dad never returned. And for all that he hated him, he still whistled that dratted old tune, he still used his journal, he still strove to be strong, because inside of the Winchester patriarch lay a sniveling, little boy who still missed his father.