"Daddy?"
"Hmm?"
A pause. "Daddy, are you scared of ghosts?"
John groans internally. It's the twenty-fifth time his eldest has asked him that question in the five-hour car ride, each time in that small voice holding fake timidity. All because the idiot clerk at the last motel had lent his sons the Ghostbusters movies.
So, like a good father should, he replies for the twenty-fifth time, "I ain't afraid of no ghosts."
Dean giggles madly, as if it's the first time he's heard his father say the iconic line instead of the twenty-fifth. Six-year-old Sam in the backseat laughs as well, but he obviously doesn't get the joke like His father and brother do.
The night John had returned from his hunt, Dean had been awake despite it being nearly midnight. Once his father had stumbled in, sporting a minor concussion, Dean had jumped up, eyes wide and alert, and shouted, "Dad! That Ghostbusters movie, it was so fake!"
John had winced, headache pounding unpleasantly, before responding, "Quiet it down, buddy. We can talk about it in the morning."
Dean had visibly pouted, obviously having wanted to discuss the unrealisticness of the movies with his father, but obediently crawled into bed with the already-sleeping Sammy.
He couldn't discuss the movies like he wanted to with Sammy awake, so he stuck to making the running gag, gleefully laughing when his father successfully provided the correct answer. John had thought it funny the first few times, but by now it's gotten on his nerves.
"Daddy!" comes Sammy's little voice, carrying to the front seat where Dean and John are seated.
John takes a deep breath, willing himself to keep his cool. Yelling at his sons when they really aren't doing any harm isn't the sign of a good parent. "Yes, Sam?" he asks, trying to put all the patience he can manage into his voice.
"If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood…"
"Who ya gonna call?" Dean finishes, a wide smile cracking open on his face.
Both boys await their father's response, and seem disappointed when he doesn't answer right away. Slowly, instead of giving in to the trap that he knows his sons are leading him into, he says, "Uncle Bobby?"
Dean looks almost betrayed at the thought, and Sammy scoffs in the backseat. "Uncle Bobby doesn't know anything about ghosts, Daddy," the youngest Winchester insists, shaking his head as if the possibility is just unimaginable.
Dean shoots his father a look, grinning coyly. John winks at him, before responding, "Hmm… Then is it Pastor Jim?"
"Daddy," Sammy whines, jutting out his lower lip in a childish pout, "Pastor Jim doesn't know about ghosts neither!"
Dean snorts softly.
"Then I don't know," John says in an exaggerated tone, the one parents usually don with their young children. "Dean? Do you know?"
Dean's smile is contagious as he nearly screams, "Ghostbusters!"
John rolls his eyes, but can't bring himself to be completely angry. With his sons' laughter filling the Impala, he feels as if maybe their family isn't as messed up as it seems.
Short weechester fluff. Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to leave a review below!