After 5-10 minutes of sitting there and staring at his computer like it would just pop up with all the answers to all the questions and problems he was facing he gave out another sigh. Heavier this time. Pushing himself up out of the chair that he was in he grabbed his coat. Putting it on while slipping on his shoes. One thing that Ian could not break himself of was the smoking habit that he had. Which, for him, he thought was way better than the drinking habit that his father was in after his mother had passed away from a demon mishap. Ian's parents had been hunting partners way before they had gotten married and had him, only him. The only child. He might have had a sibling if it wasn't for what had happened all those years ago. It could be the reason that Ian's father was so hard on him about everything and trained him roughly to become a hunter. Now that he was out on his own, he didn't think that he was doing a very good job. Making the thought of him being a disappointment heavy on his mind and the reason that he was lighting up a cigarette when he walked outside into the crisp winter air.