"Can't picture Dad as anything but a hunter." Sure, he knew John had been a mechanic and he'd gotten into hunting to avenge Mary's death. Sam had read the journal enough times to know that. But John was one of the best known hunters out there and Sam couldn't picture him being anything but a hunter.
He flopped onto the chair, toeing off his own boots. "Dude. Our family tree is one big messed up tree of crazy."