John was focused. Borderline obsessed about things since Mary had been taken from him again. For half a second he felt a familiar pain trying to engulf him at the fact that not only had he lost his wife once to that yellow eyed son of a bitch, but now twice. Twice his family was torn apart and thrown into a downward mobility. If she died, John didn't know if he could pick up the pieces again. If she was already dead, heads were going to roll. Sure he tried to lean on the positive, but it wasn't often there was enough support from that side of the silver lining for his family to lean on to begin with so he was realistic. Almost robotic.
His truck could have gotten closer to the address, but John was cautious. He didn't have a plan yet. He was going over them in his head, but he could come up with nothing solid without the colt as he put the truck in park behind Dean's. The look on his face when he arrived wasn't promising, but would anyone expect anything different from him? He had always been a hunter first. The job always came before everything else, and that demon with his wife had been the reason for everything bad. That thing took Mary. John for a minute just sat in the driver seat distantly watching his boys with Dean's arsenal and wondered if this was the last time they'd be together.
He couldn't have thoughts like that. No self pity. There wasn't time, and so he coldly jerked a lever to yank open his trunk and forced his door open as if it almost took effort just to move. It was almost like the air itself was different when John got out of the truck and made a silent trek to the back of his car to sort through his weaponry.
Axes were handy. Dean had axes. Probably many of them since he had one for Sam too. John didn't need an axe. A gun with silver bullets could do some minimal damage. He grabbed a few items of choice and began to load them into his jacket despite the warm temperature. Only when he had his weapons did he look up to his boys again. When this was over, maybe things would be different. Maybe they could try again.
He shot Ruby. Sam wasn't going to let him off the hook that easy. He knew it, because if their situations were reversed he wouldn't either. He left his keys in the ignition incase they needed a fast getaway and he locked down his trunk again. "We're not going in without a plan." He finally said once he joined Sam and Dean.