A/N: This was just a ficlet that came to mind. Please review, I was wondering if I should keep it up with the ficlets, I have a few more in mind. Thanks for reading!
The early morning clouds rolled over the sky and it looked like it was going to rain. John Winchester closed the door and walked into the motel where his sons were waiting. Dean held a eight month year old Sammy in his hands as he stood on the couch. He figured that the young boy had been sitting there since he left. John walked over to Dean and took Sammy from him. The baby cried as he picked him up and he checked for a wet diaper, no it wasn't that.
"Is he hungry?" He grumbled at his oldest but then felt bad and his face softened.
"No, I don't think so. I just think that he wants to be held." Dean said softly to his father. Dean got up and walked over to his father and reached his hand up to rub Sammy on the back. "It's okay." His oldest son soothed his youngest.
Sam stopped crying and John looked down at Dean in surprise. His son was only four, how did he know that? As if Dean had read his thought his eldest shrugged. "He needs to feel loved."
John didn't say anything he just nodded and went to sit on the couch with Sammy in his hands. He rubbed the infants back and the baby babbled a response. Dean sat next to John and bit his lip, waiting. John looked at him. "You alright?"
"Yes, Daddy." He said quickly.
"Alright."
They sat on the couch for a little longer until there was a knock at the door. John gave Sammy to Dean and went over to the door, he looked through the peekhole quickly and then opened it.
"John Winchester?" A woman asked. She was dressed in business clothes and she had a folder that she held up to her chest.
"Yes?" John said, cautiously.
The woman gave him a warm smile. "I'm Elizabeth Harding." He gave her a blank look. "From Child Protective Services."
John's face paled and Elizabeth continued. "I just came here to talk, Mr. Winchester. See how things were doing."
John nodded and then stepped aside letting the woman in. She walked in and glanced around the motel room. Her eyes finally settled on Dean holding Sammy. "Hello." She said sweetly. She walked over to the couch where the two were standing by and kneeled down facing Dean. She tickled the baby's belly and his face scrunched up and then gave what Dean knew was a quick smile.
"Beautiful children." She said to John as she got up and faced him.
"Thank you." He replied and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Elizabeth motioned toward a table in the corner by a kitchen area. "Would you like to sit, Mr. Winchester?"
"Oh, John, please." He said as he made his way toward the table and pulled out a chair for her and then one for himself.
"Thank you." She said as she sat.
"Would you, um, like some coffee?" He said to her as he got up.
"That would be great, thank you."
He made the coffee and sat down looking at the woman, wondering what exactly she wanted to talk about.