"Daddy, will you check under my bed?" four year old Dean Winchester asked his father hopefully. John gave his son a small smile and nodded.
"'Course, Ace."
With a quiet groan, John put his stomach to the floor and looked under his oldest son's bed. Dean sat cross-legged on his bed in his blue pajamas, watching his father intently. "Are there monsters under there?"
John pulled himself up using Dean's bed and shook his head, "Nope. No monsters, Dean-o."
"Did you check Sammy's room? What 'bout my closet?"
The father resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Dean, what have Mommy and I told you?"
Dean thought for a moment, "Eat my greens?"
"Well, yeah, vegetables are good for you, but I mean the thing about monsters."
"There's no such thing as monsters."
John ruffled his son's blond hair and smiled, "Right." He waited for Dean to get under the covers before saying, "Night, Dean."
"Night Daddy."
The ex-Marine yawned and went down to the living room to watch some television. Without meaning to, he fell asleep. A few hours later he woke to the sound of his wife's screams.
a/n: felt like I needed a short pre-series, pre-hunt John.