Hey so I know I haven't updated my other stories yet, but I plan on doing that soon! I promise! I just had this one-shot Idea stuck in my head after watching "Proud of your Boy" from Aladdin. So enjoy this.

Disclaimer: If I owned supernatural or Aladdin I would be the happiest woman on earth. Unfortunately I will have to make do with crying into my plaid flannel shirt every time Sam or dean dies

John's Pov.

Distancing myself from the boys had been hard but I did it. Then I was dragged back to them when we decided to go on the same hunt. I could see changes in how my boys were acting however from the last time I saw them.

Dean had always been stubborn and bullheaded but now he seemed to resent me for some reason. And then Sam was quieter and barely looked me in the eye. This hunt only seemed to make things worse. A spirit was killing young, talented, men. Each man had performed at this small coffee house then disappeared after the show. The only way to draw the spirit out was bait.

And unfortunately Dean fit the spirits M.O.

As it was Sam and I were waiting for Dean to perform and draw the spirit out. I had no Idea what Dean was going to do but I hoped that It was good enough for the spirit.

Then the house lights dimmed and dean came on stage to the small applause of the audience.

"Thanks everybody" dean said into the microphone. "I actually want to dedicate this song to someone special. My Dad" I was stunned then wordless as the music started and dean started singing.

Dean:

Proud of your boy
I'll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, dad
You're in for a pleasant surprise

I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I'm slow for my age
A late bloomer, Okay, I agree

That I've been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times

You'll see, dad, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy

Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer
You won't get a fight here, no sir
Say I'm a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good
But that couldn't be all that I am

Water flows under the bridge
Let it pass, let it go
There's no good reason that you should believe me
Not yet, I know, but

Someday and soon
I'll make you proud of your boy
Though I can't make myself taller
Or smarter or handsome or wise

I'll do my best, what else can I do ?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Sam or you
Dad, I will try to
Try hard to make you
Proud of your boy

All I could do was stare at Dean as he made his way of the stage to thunderous applause and out through the back door. I followed Sam out and found the spirit. Quickly we ganked that Son of a bitch and I was faced with the awkward silence from my boys.

This was a test, I knew that much. A test to see whether I could step up and be the father to the children I had been neglecting. I wanted so badly to but when I opened my mouth the only words that came out were, "take care of your brother. I'll be in touch" and I turned and walked away, sending up a silent prayer to Mary that I would someday show dean that I have always been proud of my boy.