Authors Note: Just a little fluff piece I though off while babysitting my cousins. May have been done before, but I'm to tired to check. Supernatural doesn't belong to me, unfortunately, and no characters belong to me (except for John the toddler).
"Daddy."
Sam knew that he would never quite be used to this foreign word. It had been two years and he still wasn't used to the title. He rolled himself away from Amelia and glanced at the clock, which now read 2:28 AM. His gaze then shifted to look at the sleepy little two year old with a mess of brown hair in moose pajamas standing next to the night stand. "John, what's wrong?"
"I'm scared Daddy," John answered, his lower lip quivering as he inched closer to to his father.
Sam scooted back in the bed, letting John climb up into the bed with him. He planted a kiss on his son's head. "Why are you scared," he asked.
"I don't want the monsters to get me," John answered quietly looking up at his father with a sort of expectance in his eyes. He was waiting for Sam to comfort him and tell him that everything would be okay.
Sam would never deny him that comfort either. He smiled at his little boy pulled him closer to him. "There's no such thing as monsters," he promised his son, "and even if there were monsters, I'd never let them get you."
John flashed a sleepy smile up at his dad, "Really?"
"Yes really, now lets go back to sleep now. You've got nothing to worry about as long as I'm here."
John snuggled up close to his father, finally feeling safe at last. Sam put his arms protectively over his little boy as he gazed at the green painted walls. He wished that he could believe what he told John, but he knew the truth. Monsters are real, and many of them do bad things to good people like John and Amelia.
John would never learn the truth though. He would never learn that monsters were real. He would never find out about the sawed off shotguns filled with rock salt rounds in all the closets, the silver knife Sam kept tucked underneath his mattress, the devil's trap underneath the living room rug, and the containers of holy water he hid in the kitchen cabinets. He would never know the meaning of his father's tattoo, and why he made him and his mother wear a necklace with an identical charm.
Most of all though, John would never know the truth about what his father did before he met his mother. John would never discover what Sam did for a living with his Uncle Dean, how they travelled around the states to save people, but kill the monsters. John would never even find out that his Uncle Dean still travels the states ganking monsters and saving people.
All of this because John would believe that monsters aren't real and Sam would keep telling him that until the day he died. But just because the monsters weren't real to John, it didn't mean that Sam could still be prepared for them all if they should every come for the little Winchester family.