Thanksgiving

A/N: I don't own any characters or anything, just writing this for fun. NB, this story will contain CP of minors... Enjoy! And please review...

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy!" John grinned as his three year old son came flying towards, and had barely enough to open his arm wide and drop to his knees before the kid barrelled into his chest.

"Hey buddy. How was your morning?" He asked planting a kiss on his son's forehead, feeling Dean's small arms wrapping around his neck. He stood up, carrying his son towards the kitchen where his beautiful wife was preparing cookies for their thanksgiving feast with the neighbours tonight her baby bump hidden under an apron as she kneaded cookie dough, listening as his son animatedly told him all about his morning and how he helped his mommy get ready for tonight. Dean began to wriggle as he was talking, indicating that he wanted down and John obliged, watching amused as his little boy disappeared and reappeared carrying an armful of pictures, and sat down at the kitchen table with his son as Dean gave him a detailed description of each picture.

"…And this one's for the baby, Daddy! My little brother, he's going to be a boy, you know… "Dean said matter-of-factly. "And, mommy says we can put it up in his room, next to his crib." The little boy continued his voice full of pride.

"Wow, buddy, is that so? These pictures are great, I'm so proud of you! How about we put some of these pictures up for tonight?" Dean grinned at his father's praise and his eyes went wide like saucers at his dad's suggestion before his head bobbed enthusiastically. "YEAH!"

"Come on then, kiddo. Let me just go say hi to your momma first, and then I'll help you pin them up on the notice wall…" He sat Dean down in one of the dining chairs and stood up, walking towards his wife. "Hey sweetheart." He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting them gently on her enlarged belly, placing a soft kiss on her neck as she giggled happily.

"Oh honey, I'm so glad you're home. How was work?" She asked as she continued with her baking.

"It was good. I fixed four cars, but it was pretty quiet so Bobby stayed on and is going to close up in a couple of hours so he can get ready for the feast tonight. A feast which, by the way, smells amazing." His wife smiled even bigger and turned her face around to kiss her husband's lips. "Well, I do try…" She murmured seductively.

"Ewww! That's gross, mommy! Daddy!" Dean chorused from across the room, causing his parents to laugh.

"Not from where I'm standing…" John smirked.

"Hey, trouble! I think you better go entertain our little boy while I keep cooking, or there won't be no feasting for you tonight…"

"Oh well then…" He winked at her, "I better go entertain our little monkey then…" He planted one more kiss to his wife's lips, before turning back to his son. "Okay, Deano… Let's go decorate for tonight, buddy." Dean jumped up and ran to his dad's side, grabbing John-s hand as they left the room to decorate.

John pinned the last of Dean's paintings up on the cork board that adorned one wall in the front hall. "How's that?" He asked his son. Dean looked very seriously at the wall for a moment before breaking into a wide grin and nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes!" He squealed, clapping his hands excitedly.

John laughed at his son's obvious delight before nodding and sweeping his son into his arms, eliciting wild giggles from his child as he began to tickle him mercilessly. "No, Daddy! Stoooooop!" Dean squealed, delighted. John chuckled and continued until his son was breathless from laughing and writhing in his arms.

"Hey champ? I think it's passed your nap time. How about we get you upstairs for a nap before all our friends come round tonight for Thanksgiving? Does that sound okay?" Dean frowned as his dad spoke and crossed his arms stubbornly, staring at his dad's shirt collar.

"Dean?"John prompted, unphased.

"I'm not tired!" Dean tried, petulantly.

"Oh, buddy, I think you are. You've had a busy morning, and you'll be having a late night tonight, so you're gonna take a nap just now. Understand?" John responded starting the trip up the stairs with his son planted firmly on his hip.

"No, Daddy… I don't want to." Dean announced, tearfully. John said nothing for a moment, simply raising his eyebrows at his son.

"Tough, buddy. You need a nap. If you didn't, you wouldn't so upset about needing a nap."

"But, daddy… I don't want you to go. I want to be with you…" Dean mumbled, his face showing he was torn between burrowing into his dad's shoulder and jumping from his dad's arms so he could run away and hide. Dean eventually made a decision as John reached the top of the stairs and tried to wriggle around in his dad's arms so that John would release his son.

John recognized the move and wrapped his arms tighter around his little boy's waist, pulling him closer and gently pushing the toddler's head down onto his shoulder. "Cut it out, Dean. I'm not going anywhere, so settle down buddy." Dean began to fight against his dad further, determined not to fall asleep in case his daddy left him, and he tried to push off from his dad's shoulder, kicking his legs. John sighed and reached around, landing three firm swats to his son's backside before pulling Dean against him tightly as his son burst into crocodile tears. "Daaaaaadddy!" Dean wailed, clinging onto his dad as though his life depended on it, burying his face in his shoulder as he cried. "Daddyyyy…"

"Hey, hey, hey… You're okay, baby. It's okay. Daddy's got you, daddy's right here, baby. Shhh… Calm down, baby, it's okay. That's it, I'm here. I love you, baby boy…" John continued quiet assurances to the kid, lowering his voice so that Dean had to quieten his crying to hear the words. Dean's tears quieted and he yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily as his dad rocked him, calming him further. "See, Deano, you're okay. That's it, nice and calm… We're gonna go for a nice nap, and Daddy's gonna stay with you. And then later we'll get you all ready for our guests coming in, mmkay?" He asked. Dean didn't reply, and John could clearly see his son was fighting to stay awake as he rubbed his Dad's ear, his free hand's thumb in his mouth. "There we go, buddy, that's it. Go on to sleep, I'm right here. Sleep, baby." John continued to speak softly to Dean and soon found himself singing a quiet lullaby to Dean. Dean felt himself melt against his father's shoulder as the rough, gravelly voice washed over him and before long he felt his eyes droop and he dropped off to sleep. John heard his son's breathing even out and carried the little boy to his bedroom, sitting down on the bed and deftly manoeuvring Dean so that he was lying over his dad's chest, his face buried in the crook of John's neck as John leaned back against the head board with the pillow's piled behind his neck, sleep slowly over taking him after he had wrapped Dean's favourite blanket over his small body, and placing his favourite teddy in his free arm.