He could remember every inch of her. Every little detail from the sound of her voice, to the way she smelled, to the way her hair would curl on a humid day.

So many times he wished he could go back to those happier days.

For John Winchester remembering the happy times before becomming a hunter was painful. More painful than the physical injuries any monster or demon could inflict upon him.

He would have given up years ago if it weren't for his boys. If not for Dean and Sam he wouldn't have found a reason to go on.