A/N: So I like kiddie fics a lot and I like John Winchester. I think he's such a complex character and with my other story "Becca Winchester" I don't get to write him a lot. So I thought I would write a fic about the kids growing up with him. The ages are going to jump around. Each little section will have a different part of John or a different part of what his children feel about him. Also I am including Becca from my other story in it as one of his children.

The many sides of a father

Becca 5

Sam 10

Dean 14

The sound of small feet paddled along the tile as Becca entered the living room. The five year olds big brown eyes looked up at her two older brothers. "Hi." She said and went to her father's room. It wasn't long before she returned and stood in front of the TV to face her brothers. "Where's Daddy?" She asked.

"He's in the kitchen." Ten year old Sam said. "Becca would you move. Do you think your made of glass?"

"Glass?" She asked, confused.

"Sammy's just being silly Becca." Dean said.

"Oh." Becca smiled and headed for the kitchen.

"Hi Daddy." She smiled.

"Morning little girl." John smiled back. "You hungry?" Becca nodded. She lifted her arms and he picked her up. "Okay, we have Cheerios, and Raison Bran." John placed her onto the counter. "So what'll it be?"

"Pancakes!" She decided happily. Dean smirked as he walked into the kitchen. John usually wasn't a very lenient man. Most of Dean's early childhood he'd had Mary to calm him down. Sam always was a naturally quiet child and was smart enough to realize at an early age that temper tantrums would get him nowhere. It wasn't until recently that he'd began questioning his father. But it wasn't until Becca that John had to soften himself. There was no getting around that. She was a girl and although she was being molded into a soldier, there was something about being his baby and only daughter that made John weak. So he could deal with some tantrums, and the boys helped with the rest.

"Becca, was pancakes a choice today?" John asked. Becca shook her head. "Okay then."

"But Daddy," She whined "I want pancakes. I want chocolate pancakes and bacon and eggs!"

John sighed and put his face into his hands. Everything always had to be complicated with this kid. Dean was always so obedient. She must have gotten this from Sam. Dean could recognize the patience draining from his fathers face. "I got it Dad." He said. "Hey Becca, you wanna play a game?" She nodded. Dean poured the Raison Bran into two bowls. "Let's pretend these are pancakes and the raisons are chocolate chips."

"Okay!" Becca said enthusiastically. "Daddy you wanna play?"

John smiled. God did he love this little girl. "Yeah, honey. I'll play."

The phone rang out in the living room. "Hello." Sam was heard saying. "Yes Pastor Jim, he's here." Sam came into the kitchen and handed John the phone. "Dad it's Pastor Jim."

"Hello? Yes… Um about an hour. I'll call you when I get there. Thank you." John said and hung up. He pulled on his coat. "I should be home by tomorrow morning. Dean you're in charge. Take care of your brother and sister."

"Yes sir." Dean said.

"Sammy, listen to your brother. Don't give him any trouble, you got me?"

"Yes sir." Sam said.

"I'll see you tomorrow, little girl." John said kissed her forehead and headed for the door.

"Wait Daddy." Becca said. She grabbed a bowl of cereal and handed it to him. "Don't forget your pancake!"

"Thank you honey."

Becca 6

Sam 11

Dean 15

"What are you doing?" Dean screamed. He grabbed the bottle out of the little girls hands. She coughed a little bit. "Where did you get this?"

"Daddy left it in the refrigerator. We don't have no more orange juice." She said. "It burned my throat Dean."

Dean looked at the Vodka bottle. "How much did you drink Becca?"

"Just a sip. It burned Dean." She repeated.

"I know it did. That's what it does." He put the bottle on the top shelf. Dean knelt down in front of his sister and took one of her hands. "Becca you are never ever to drink that stuff. It's very bad for you. Do you hear me?" He emphasized his point by adding two sharp smacks to her hand.

"Ow! What'd I do?" She asked with glossy eyes.

"If I catch you even near that again you wont sit down for a month. You hear me?"

"I wont touch it, honest! I didn't mean to be bad. Don't be angry at me." She cried.

Hearing her words, Dean immediately felt badly. He didn't want to yell at her and he certainly didn't mean to hit her. She was just a kid and even though the Winchester kids grew up fast, Becca was still sheltered most of the time. But the sight of her with that bottle in her hand drove him over the edge. "Listen Becca, you are not bad. Okay? That stuff…That stuff is very bad. It will hurt you okay?"

"If it's bad then why does Daddy drink it?" Becca asked.

"Because…" That was a hard question, because even he didn't know the answer. "Because it makes Daddy forget sad things for a little bit. But only for a little while. And then the sadness comes back… It comes back worse than before… Anyway I don't want you to drink it ever again."

She nodded. "I wont."

Sometimes Dean really wanted to scream at his father. He should have been around. He shouldn't have left guns and alcohol around where his six year old little sister could get to them. He should have cared. Then Dean would always wipe the thoughts from his mind. His father did care. Of course he did. He wasn't around because he had evil to fight and was avenging their mother's murder. And the alcohol… he needed it to get by. To numb the pain. Dean bushed away her tears. "Good… Um, we should go to the store and uh, get you some juice and maybe something for dinner. I don't think Dad's coming home tonight."

"Okay."

A/N: what do you think. More than likely i'm going to start to jump around with the ages so jump to teens and then maybe back to when Mary was alive and then maybe some Sam John fights. Any thoughts? I hope you like it!