Disclaimer: Not mine, mores the pity.

Challenge word: Lap

Word count: 100

A/N: So I've missed the last couple of weeks challenges. Bad me. RL has been a little distracting, and I've been severely lacking inspiration since I'm currently Season five-less, so have been trying to avoid spoilers. As such, I figured I may as well go back to the beginning and have some John/Little Dean schmoop. And why the hell not, I say... :D

What You Do It For

John ran a hand over his face as he slumped onto the battered couch. He tried to remember a simpler time, one before he knew. When Mary was alive and he was just a husband and father.

It seemed a lifetime ago. The last hunt was tough one. Even with all he'd seen, some things remained.

John heard a quiet shuffle by the doorway, and looked up to see green eyes peering around the frame. He smiled the best he could as his little boy padded across and clambered onto his lap.

A little hand stroked his cheek.

"S'ok Daddy."