Beautiful Boy
Author's Note : I was shifting through my itunes when I came across a song I didn't even realize that I had. I related it to Supernatural (like pretty much everything else, haha) and was in the mood to write a cute short fic. R&R.
Song : Beautiful Boy by John Lennon
"Daddy?"
John woke, slightly startled by the small voice of his oldest son Dean.
"Son, what's wrong?" John rubbed a hand over his tired eyes, waiting for them to adapt to the dark of the room. He glanced at the alarm clock. 3:09AM.
The seven year old didn't respond. He just stood in the shadows, his long plaid pajama sleeves wrapped tightly around himself.
"Is your brother okay?" John asked. Lately, all of Dean's concerns were over Sam. Almost to the point where John worried that Dean was more aware of his little brother's well being than himself. Dean slowly nodded.
"I think there's a monster outside." Dean whispered. Instantly, John reacted, reaching for the shotgun underneath his pillow and springing out of bed in a tumble of motel sheets.
It wasn't like Dean to wake John in the middle of the night like this. Dean was already a fiercely independent kid and John deeply admired Dean's increasing dedication to hunting. Although he wasn't able to partake in hunts yet, Dean already carried a natural knack for hunting; always on the lookout for danger. John knew Dean was going to make a fine hunter someday, and honestly, he couldn't wait.
After briefly taking a look outside and making sure that the windowsills were still lined with salt, John lowered himself back onto the bed. His sore back protested as it was met with the hard springs of the mattress.
"Come here buddy." John motioned for his son who hadn't move from his stance. Dean eagerly crawled into John's bed, but instead of cuddling underneath the covers, he sat on top of them, staring at John.
"Nothing's out there son."
"What about Sammy?" Dean breathed in his ear.
"He's sleeping."
"He's scared."
John raised an eyebrow at the deeply asleep 3 year old in the other bed, whose mop of hair could only be seen peeking out under the bundle of covers. The lax expression on Sam's face begged to differ from Dean's statement.
Dean slid off John's bed and retreated back into the one he shared with Sam. Again, Dean didn't make a noise, but his big expressive eyes showed what he wanted.
"Alright. But Only for tonight." John sighed and he lifted himself stiffly and lowered himself onto the bed that held his two sons.
"Careful, don't wake your brother." John watched as Dean curled aside Sam to make more room for John. Sam didn't so much as stir. John felt Dean's head press heavily into his side.
Slowly, John begin to sing.
Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monsters gone,
He's on the run and your daddy's here,
Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,
Before you go to sleep,
Say a little prayer,
Every day in every way,
It's getting better and better,
Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,
Out on the ocean sailing away,
I can hardly wait,
To see you to come of age,
But I guess we'll both,
Just have to be patient,
Yes it's a long way to go,
But in the meantime,
Before you cross the street,
Take my hand,
Life is just what happens to you,
While your busy making other plans,
Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,
