This is my first time posting any fanfiction story. I wrote this for myself a while ago and I decided to post it. Therefore, I apologize for any grammar mistakes and for the length!
It was late, it was cold and John was tired. December in Maine was bitter and damp, making every joint in his body ache. He flicked off the head lights and opened the driver side door to the Impala. It was 1 am on Wednesday morning, and after being gone for two sleepless days he was dying to crawl into bed. If he made it that far.
John knocked three times on the door to room 207 of the Rainbow End Motel. Waited a second, then he knocked three more times. From inside he heard a clinking and rattling of the deadbolt and lock being turned, and the door opened to reveal his eight year old standing before him in sweatpants and one of John's heavy flannel shirts. Dean was also wearing gray wool socks that were pulled up over his sweats. John rubbed his bleary eyes and smiled wearily at Dean's form as he stepped over the salt that had been placed across the door frame.
"Daaddy," John was attacked by his running four year old son, who after acquiring the target, had latched himself to John's leg and buried his face in the blue jeans.
"Hey Sammy," John croaked.
He bent down and picked up the pyjama clad child, and looked him over. Messy hair, cheeks a rosy colour and puffy eyes that looked just as sleepy as John felt himself.
"Did I wake you? Are you feeling better?" He asked. Sam had been getting over a pretty nasty cold when he left on Monday afternoon.
Sam nodded to both. "Dean and me watched a dinosaur movie. It was cool. There was a tyrannn…"
"Sammy, tomorrow okay?" John interrupted, more relieved than anything that he was not returning to the snotty, sick child he had left. "I need some sleep, you do too."
"Kay."
John let Sam crawl down his side and watched as he climbed into the double bed furthest to the door where his brother was curled up under the blankets. John hadn't even noticed Dean returning to bed. He glanced at the door and saw Dean had relocked the deadbolt. He reached over and flicked the lights and collapsed into bed.