A/N: So I'm back! I feel like a legit SPN writer taking all these little hiatuses... ah well, here's part two.

"What?!" His dad helped run a bar with an old Marine friend's wife. Ellen was like a second mum to Dean, especially after his died when he was a kid. "What happened?"

"Some stupid with a flare gun and a grudge."

"Is everyone OK?"

"Ash got burned up pretty bad, but he'll be fine. Ellen and Jo weren't even there."

"Good." Dean said, putting a pot on the stove, "Did you want burgers tonight?"

"Sounds good, kiddo. Did you want some help?" John got up, getting the burger meat out of the freezer. Dean watched his dad move around the kitchen. It had been a long time since they had done anything together, let alone cook and eat dinner. "What?"

Dean looked up, smiling to himself, "huh?"
"You've been smiling like the Cheshire cat going on ten minutes now. What's up?" John laughed lightly.

Dean chuckled with his dad. "Sorry, it's just been a good day."

"Except for the bar," John said sardonically.

"Except for the bar, but everyone's OK, for the most part, so that's a win, sort of."

They spent the remainder of the evening dancing around each other cooking. When they all sat down for dinner, John grabbed Cokes for all of them out of the fridge, earning an incredulous look from Dean.

"What? Damn, boy, so quick to judge your old man." Dean flushed sightly before John turned to Sam. "So, Sammy, what's new?"

Sam looked up, mouth full of macaroni, and mumbled an answer. Swallowing quick, he tried again. "Nothing much, I got an 'A' on my chem test and got a part in the school play."

"What play?"

"Our Town."

"Nice. When's the show?"

"First week of March. Till then, we've got rehearsal Tuesdays and Thursdays until seven."

Dean snorted into his shoulder. "What about your other geek clubs?"

Sam threw his brother a bitchface. "None of them meet on Tuesday or Thursday nights."

John watched his boys, knowing now was probably a good time to step in. "Hey, you both have your homework done?"

Both boys answered affirmatively.

"OK. Who's up for an Indy marathon?"

"As long as it's the original three."

"Dude, the fourth one wasn't that bad."

Dean glared at his brother, "I didn't hear that."

John laughed, "Well, since it's Saturday tomorrow, we can watch all four."

"Yes!"

"Aww.. but, Dad."

"No whining, Dean. You can always go to bed after the third one if you want."

"What? No!"

"Your choice, Dee."

"Lousiest Indiana Jones vs. sleep. Easy choice. Movie."

"Really?" Sam laughed, "I thought watching that movie would be the last thing you'd ever do."

"Dude. I'm not going to sleep at midnight on a Friday night!"

"Do I need to ask Benny and Nick what you boys do when you spend the night?"

"No!" Dean almost yelled, calming down immediately, "I mean, you don't have to. It's no big deal either way."

John laughed, "Sure it's not. You know I wouldn't do that. You're old enough to make your own mistakes. Speaking of, how's the apartment hunting going?"

"You're just trying to get rid of me!"
"Well, I have big plans for your room," John smirked as his boys reacted.

"Hey!"

"But, Dad! You told me I could have his room!"

"Hands off, Sammy!"

John laughed again, "Nobody's getting his room. He's going to need somewhere to hide out from an angry girlfriend."

Dean coughed awkwardly.

"Sorry, boyfriend."

Dean laughed as he saw Sam texting under the table. "Speaking of boyfriends, how's Luce doing, Sam?"

Sam's knee hit the table as he jumped a little. Dean smirked as his little brother blushed. "What are you talking about?"

"Sammy, you've been blushing and half-smiling all through dinner. The only person who has that effect on you is Luce."

"Shut up." Sam said, blushing a deep shade of red, and smiling to himself. He and Nick had been talking about going to see a movie the next weekend. Sam couldn't wait because he knew Dean was staying over at Benny's doing God knows what. "So what are you and Benny doing this weekend, Dee?"

Sam smiled as Dean choked a little on his Coke before blushing, "Not much, probably apartment hunting."

"Since when is he going to be living with you?" John asked.

Dean looked at the floor and mumbled something.

"Once more, with clarity, Dean."

Dean coughed, "Since we started dating."

A/N: Yes, I just went there and yes, I'm writing a non-Destiel fic! Shocking I know! Also, I will have a fic up shortly that has nothing to do with SPN whatsoever. Even more shocking I know! Sorry if you don't like John, but I do, and I think he could've been a great dad, if he'd not gone crazy.