John sighed inwardly and looked away when Dean did in frustration. Suddenly it felt like a brick hit him and he was virtually silent. Dean was in the morgue, he found himself internally pleading that Sam wasn't in one as well. When Dean answered him he snapped. Tension running high. " You don't know? Damnit Dean. " John bit his tongue. How could he know. John didn't have any answers except one of his kids had been in a morgue, and what other reason would he be dressed in scrubs unless he'd been on the slab and dead? His brows crinkled as he tried to stop himself from yelling at Dean more. The car could be found later.
" You do that." He stated shortly as he grew uncomfortable. Folding his arms as he watched Dean start to type in messages, his jaw tightened. One of his kids had died. It was a lot to process. What other unpleasant surprises were in store for him? He decided right then and there that surprises really weren't things he enjoyed. Most of them on his end turned out badly.
Part of him wondered if contacting Sam and Dean had been a good idea in the first place, Maybe he should have looked up Missouri again and did the whole laying low business all over again. He knew how well that ended up from the first experience though. Dean and Sam looking all over the country for him.
His eyes lowered and he stood in silence, waiting for Sam to respond. It was the longest silence he'd experienced in a while.