Disclaimer: Yeah, I know, I still don't own Supernatural. But it sure is fun to bring them out to play.

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Summary: Sometimes the smallest things are the hardest to come by. John wants his boys to be boys. To have a sense of normal. What could possibly go wrong at a Halloween party.

A/N: This story is finished. I am just splitting up for the dates in the story. I hope you enjoy my little holiday story. :)

Halloween Party

Friday, October 30th

"Are not!"

"Are too! You can't just say that."

"But Dean."

"No. Now take it back," Dean eying his brother in the backseat. Sam's sitting next to Dean with his arms crossed.

John's driving. They are headed for Sioux Falls. John was on the verge of a headache. The boys have been arguing for the past 200 miles. It wasn't about anything. They were just arguing.

"Boys," John warned looking in the rear view mirror.

"Sorry Dad," they chorused from the back seat.

There was silence. John sighed a little. He had just come off a difficult hunt. His nerves were already fried and he didn't want to take it out on his boys. Especially, since he surprised them by coming back a day early. It lasted about ten minutes and it started again. It started in a low whispers, so the boys didn't want to upset John. Then it escalated to full on yelling. John let it ride for a few minutes because he knew they were just tired of being stuck in the car for so long, but his nerves just couldn't take it any more. John pulled over the car to the soft shoulder of the road. Dean noticed it first that they were slowing down and took his attention off his brother and to their dad.

"Dad?" Dean asked.

John stopped the car and put it in park. He turned and looked at his boys who were now quiet. Sam was sliding towards Dean.

"Sam," John said. "Crawl up here."

"Huh?" Sam said sliding more towards Dean.

"Come up here," Jon said again.

"But I want to stay with Dean."

"Sam."

"But Dad," Sam whined.

"Samuel Jonathan Winchester! Crawl your scrawny behind up here right now," John was on the verge of yelling.

Sam stiffened against his older brother. Neither boy liked it when their dad would yell at them. Dean, not wanting Sam to get in any more trouble, put his hand behind Sam's back and nudged Sam forward towards the front seat. At that point, John saw the tears in Sam's eyes. He began crawling over the front seat. John helped him over the seat and helped him turn around so that he was sitting right.

"Now," John spoke softer but still stern. "You boys have been going back an forth and it's going to stop now. This is how you two will stay until we get to Uncle Bobby's. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Dean said slumped back in the seat.

John looked over at the child slouched in the front seat.

"Sam."

"Yessir," Sam said tearfully quickly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Put your seat belt on," John said turning the right way in the seat and putting the car in drive.

The rest of the drive there was no talking. All John heard was the occasional sniffling. He glanced over at Sam. He was leaning against the door, wiping his eyes. John shook his head. He knew if any one just saw the boys they would think that they had just got their butts tanned. John looked at his oldest in the back and was almost floored. He too was wiping his eyes.

John knew separating them like this would put an impact on them. Usually Sam would be in the back seat and Dean would sit up front. But when they sat like this that meant they were in trouble. Dean couldn't sit with their dad and Sam couldn't sit with Dean. There was only thirty more minute drive to the salvage yard. It was in complete silence. Dean was looking out his window and Sam was asleep.

John sighed. This was suppose to be a fun weekend for the boys. He hated that it was starting out like this. He really hope that this won't be the trend for the whole weekend.

"Dad," a small voice said breaking John from his train of thought.

"Yeah, kiddo," John said looking in the rear view.

"Is Sammy sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Are we almost there?"

"Almost."

Dean slumped back in the seat.

"Dean."

"Yeah, dad," Dean said looking out of the window.

"You want to tell me what all the yelling was about."

"It was stupid." Dean sighed still looking out of the window. "We were just playing. Something to do."

Sam stirred a little bit but didn't wake up.

"So," John said pulling into the drive way of the salvage yard. "You boys were playing? Sure didn't sound like it."

John put the car in park, turned off the car and faced Dean in the back.

"What led to the full on argument?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. Not looking at their dad. He didn't want to admit he was trying to annoy Sam a little. He didn't think it would get blown out of proportion and they'd get in trouble.

"Dean Eric Winchester," John said sternly. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

Dean's eyes finally met his dad's and he sighed.

"I was just teasing the squirt."

John looked over at the small sleeping form next to him and then back at his oldest in the back.

"Look Dean," John sighed. His voice much softer than before. "We're here to have fun, okay." Dean nodded. "I don't want this weekend to go and you two are on punishment the entire time, understand."

"Yes sir."

"Good."

Dean scooted up in the seat and reached over so he could wake up Sam.

"Stop," John said.

Dean looked at his dad. "But we're here," he said confused.

"I'll bring your brother. You get your bags."

"Okay," Dean dejectedly said.

John shook his head. He knew Dean was only doing what was natural for him. Whenever they went somewhere and Sam was asleep it was Dean that carried him in and John usually got the bags. But tonight John decided he wanted to change things. Especially with Dean when it came to Sam. He really hated that Dean felt the need to take on the role as caretaker to Sam. That was the major reason that John planned this weekend. He wanted his boys, both of them, to just be boys. John was not oblivious to the fact that Dean was growing up too fast. John really hoped that this weekend will get Dean to become more of a brother to Sam and not a father figure to him.

Dean got out of the car and so did John. They went into the trunk of the car so they could get the bags. John gave Dean their bag and told him to go into the house. John shouldered his duffel and walked over to the passenger side door to retrieve the youngest Winchester.

"Dad, I can take him," Dean called out standing half way between the house and the Impala. "I know you're tired from driving." Dean tried again.

John sighed.

"Dean get inside. I told you I'll bring your brother."

Dean sighed again, turned, and headed towards the house. John opened the door. Sam automatically moved from the door to the back of the seat. John adjusted the duffel on his shoulder. He leaned down and put his hands under Sam's armpits and lifted him out of the car.

"Come on, Sammy," John said. "Let's get you in bed."

"D'n," Sam mumbled.

"No Sammy," John said moving one arm under Sam's bottom and the other hand on Sam's back. Sam laid his head on his father's shoulder.

"Dad," Sam mumbled. "Where's D'n? Want D'n."

Before John could say anything, Sam was back asleep. His head buried in the crook of John's neck. John turned and headed towards the house and saw that Dean was still standing on the porch. He knew Dean heard his brother call for him. If Sam called for Dean, Dean was right there. Consequences be damned. John walked over to Dean, and with the hand that wasn't holding Sam up on his father's chest. He grabbed hold of Dean's neck and steered him in the direction of the door.

Dean opened up the door to the house and the small family walked in the house.

"Bobby!" John called out.

"In the study."

John and Dean walked through the kitchen. Dean saw Bobby sitting as usual behind the desk.

"How was the ride?" Bobby asked, not looking up.

"Let me get them in bed and I'll be right back down," John said.

Bobby looked up and saw Sam was asleep on John's shoulder. He looked at the boy who was standing by the older Winchester and he looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute. Bobby smiled at the small family.

"That good, huh?" Bobby smiled.

"Yeah," John said. "Lets go, Dean."

John and Dean walked upstairs to the boys' shared room. John laid Sam on the bed furthest from the door. Dean walked in and put his duffel on his bed.

"Okay, Dean," John said pulling Sam's shoes off. "I want you to go and take a bath, then come to bed, alright?"

"Yessir," Dean yawned out. He began to dig for his night clothes in the duffel.

"Dean," John stopped Dean at the door.

"Yes sir," Dean lazily turned and faced his dad.

"Tomorrow, I want you to make sure that Sam has his bath."

Even though Dean was sleepy, he couldn't hide his feelings that he could continue to take care of Sam. Dean surely thought that since their dad had brought Sam in and would let him do it. That dad really didn't trust him any more after the striga incident a year ago. But him giving Dean that order meant that he still trust Dean to watch over Sam.

"Yes sir," Dean was a little more alert walking towards the bathroom.

John sighed. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken. We need this weekend, John thought. He's sons had to learn that he loved them both with all of his heart. He just had to get Dean to know that his love was not weighed on how he took care of Sam. But just because he was Dean, his oldest. John kissed his youngest on the top of his head and walked downstairs.

John walked into the study.

"Fresh coffee on the counter," Bobby said as soon as John was in the doorway.

John smiled and walked into the kitchen. Just what the doctor ordered, John thought getting a mug out of the sink. After pouring his cup, he turned to see Bobby standing in the doorway between his study and the kitchen.

"So," Bobby said walking to get himself another cup. "the job, how was it?"

"I need this weekend, Bobby," John confessed.

"That good," Bobby smiled a little, then it faded. "So tell me about it."

"Bobby, I don't know where to start. The whole thing was bad going in." John rubbing his temples with his fingertips.

"What was it again?" Bobby sat down across from John.

"At first it was speculated that it was a demon possession. But there was nothing that would verify it. So I ruled it out. But Justin, he had other plans. And that poor girl almost died because of his stupidity."

"What happened?"

"That bastard was convinced that that little girl was possessed. He wouldn't listen to reason. He was about to torture that girl." John sighed trying to compose himself. He could feel the anger building up remembering what happened not twelve hours ago. "She was tied to a chair. He was going to fillet that child. She couldn't have been older than thirteen."

Bobby shook his head. He never really liked Justin as a person. But he thought he was a good hunter. His opinion was quickly changing while John talked.

"When I got there, he had ripped the poor girls clothes off. She was in her undergarments."

"How did you two get separated?"

"I was actually following what was happening in the town, which was just a ghost that needed closure. I didn't really have to go to the grave site. After I was finished with that I called him to let him know that it was finished and that's when he told me that he had the little girl." John shook his head. "I almost didn't make it. She was semi-conscious. I knocked Justin out and grabbed up the child and high-tailed it out of there. I dropped her off at the hospital and...I had to get to my boys."

There was a length of silence between the two men. They just sat there drinking their coffee. After a few minutes Bobby looked up at John.

"So you want to tell me why Dean looked like you just ran over his dog?"

John looked up at Bobby. He knew there wasn't much that could get pass the old hunter.

"I'm just worried about Dean. He still thinks I'm angry with him." John got up from the table.

"Murphy told me what happened," Bobby poured his now second cup of coffee. He turned from the counter and faced John, who sat back down and put his head in his hands. "It was over a year ago. Please tell me you don't still blame that boy."

"What? No! I don't blame Dean for anything. He just thinks I'm angry with him. I really messed up with that boy. He thinks that the only way he can get my love and respect is how he cares for Sammy. That's just not true. He thinks I don't trust him."

"Well," Bobby said sitting back down. "Have you gave him reason to think that you don't?"

"No," John said looking at Bobby.

"That's not what I saw tonight."

"What are you talking about?"

"Usually when you come in from a long drive and Sam's asleep who brings him in?"

John's brow creased in confusion then after realizing what he did he closed his eyes and put his head down.

"He kept asking me to let him bring Sam in. But I wanted to this time because of this last case. I need that contact from my boys. Plus they were on punishment."

"What do you mean?"

"They were arguing the entire drive. My nerves were fried. I didn't want to take out what happened from the case on to the boys so I separated them. But now thinking about it, I think he still thinks I don't trust him. I just want my boys to be boys. I don't want Dean to think that his only value is to take care of Sammy. That's why I changed my mind about coming here. I think they need this weekend to have fun."

"Well, we are going to have fun. So, Let's just enjoy tomorrow. You need this regular day just as much as the boys do." Bobby smiled. "Listen, Dean's a good kid. So is Sam. Go on, get you some rest. Because you're coming too."

John was getting up when it registered what Bobby really said.

"Wait, what? What do you mean I'm coming?"

"Yeah," Bobby smirked. "You didn't think you were going to get out of this. You're coming. And help watch."

"All of them!"

"There will be other teachers and parents there. I'm going. But this is for the ENTIRE family. Not just the boys."

Bobby couldn't help but laugh at the look on John's face. John looked almost petrified. Watching his sons wasn't what bothered him, it was every one else. And he had to be social. Bobby figured if the old hermit with the salvage yard could do it then so could the Marine.

John went upstairs, coffee mug abandoned on the table, and went in his room and got in the bed.

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Dean got out of the bath and got ready for bed. When he came back in the room, he saw that Sam was in the bed and already covered up. He couldn't help it, he walked over to Sam. He noticed something was missing. It wasn't a problem now, but it would be if Sam had a nightmare. Dean search through the duffel and found it. He pulled out the stuff dog and walked over to the side of the bed. He moved the cover just enough to put Sam's dog under it. Sam stirred a little and wrapped his small arm around the animal. Dean got into his bed.

"D'n," a small voice broke the silence in the room.

"Yeah Sammy," Dean whispered.

"Than's, Daddy forgot," Sam sleepily said.

"Go back to sleep, Sammy," Dean smiled.

" 'm sorry 'bout before," Sam snuggled down further into the animal.

"Me too, squirt."

"night, D'n."

"night, Sammy."

Silence filled the room again. They didn't notice the light footsteps that left the door. John walked back in his room and went to sleep with a smile on his face. Oh my goodness, he loved his boys.

TBC

A/N: I will post up the second half of this story tomorrow. Please be kind and review.

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