Aww I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this!! *bow* I hope you like it though!! Super-dad John away!!


It was a little past 8:30 when two quick knocks followed by a single a few seconds later sounded outside the door. Dean was on his feet almost instantly, walking over to the door and unlocking the double bolts. He moved mechanically, his body still and slow from the light sleep he'd fallen into a little while earlier. Sam had been asleep for a few hours now and Dean had finally started to doze off only to be jolted awake by the knocking.

Dean opened the door, stifling a yawn as his father walked into the small living room. "Hey dad." He greeted tiredly, closing the door behind him.

John smiled down at his son, ruffling his hair as he passed. He could see the lingering sleep clouding the boy's face and could relate the feeling. Tonight's case had completely worn him out and the idea of sleep sounded extremely appealing at the moment. However, something caught his eye just as he walked into the living room of the motel and he stopped. "Dean?"

"Yes sir?"

"Why is your brother covered in permanent marker?"

Dean shrugged one shoulder, glancing at Sam still sleeping on the couch. "We got bored and played connect the dots."

It took a minute before John was able to form any kind of response. Part of him was irritated with his youngest son being covered in ink and the other part was somewhat amused by the idea. Finally, a smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth and he laughed softly. "Of course you were." He said, popping his neck as he spoke. He let out a long sigh; sleep was all he really wanted right now but it didn't seem like it was going to come anytime soon.

"Have you eaten yet?" John asked, looking back to where Dean was still standing.

His oldest son shook his head slowly, stifling a yawn. "No, Sam fell asleep and I wasn't really that hungry."

John smiled a little and nodded. "Okay, well go take a shower and gets changed for bed and I'll fix us something for dinner. Sound okay?"

Dean nodded obediently and crossed to room to his bag, ruffling around through the layers of clothes to pull out a clean set. He gathered a few other essentials like his toothbrush and toothpaste and walked to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.

John waited until he could hear water running before walking over to the couch were Sam still slept. He sat on one side of the couch and scooped his youngest son into his lap, scanning the dark, temporary tattoos that were scrawled across his arms and neck.

Sam squirmed a little, blinking slowly as he woke up. He looked up at his father and shifted again to get into a better position. "Hi dad…" He yawned, scrubbing at his face with one hand.

John smiled back down at him. "Hey kiddo, how you feelin'?"

"Itchy."

"Yeah, well that'll pass in a day or two." John smirked and nodded a spider that was attempting to crawl up Sam's neck. "Looks like Dean gave you a couple of tattoos."

"Mmhmm…" Sam yawned again, leaning against his father's shoulder. "I tried to draw some but they didn't look good…"

John laughed softly. "Call it modern art." He said, retrieving a bottle of rubbing alcohol from his bag on the ground. He managed to find a washcloth in the top of his bag as well and doused it with the alcohol, squeezing the excess back into the bottle. "Close your eyes Sammy."

Sam obeyed and squeezed his eyes closed as his father began to gently scrub the marker off his face. The creatures on the rest of his body could wait until the next day but John wanted to prevent the staining from setting in too deeply on the boy's face. After the majority of the marker had been removed, he dropped the washcloth onto the table and stood, cradling Sam in his arms. "Alright short stuff, bed time."

John walked over to the nearest bed and pulled back the blankets, gently depositing Sam onto the bed. "Try to go back to sleep, Sammy." He said, pulling the blankets up around the little boy's shoulders.

Sam squirmed and wiggled until he found a comfortable position and then sighed, another round of sleep close behind the previous one. He smiled tiredly at his father and nodded. "'K. Night dad."

"Goodnight son." A soft kiss was pressed to his son's forehead and then John turned away, walking back to the couch and slumping backwards in fatigue. He closed his eyes, hands covering his face for a second. God, it had been a long night… Still, he was happy with the outcome of the case and the fact that it was all over. He had been slightly worried about leaving Dean and Sam alone for too long, having never left them without someone close enough to offer assistance if need be. Usually, a fellow hunter or old friend was only a few miles away from where they were currently located but this town was different; the nearest acquaintance was about thirty-five miles away. Still, Dean had shown a great amount of responsibility while caring for his brother while he was gone and he couldn't have been more proud.

Just then, Dean poked his head out of the bathroom, shirt removed but pants still on. "Dad…?"

"What's wrong, Dean?"

"I can't take a shower. There's too much oatmeal in the bottom of the tub…"

John sighed slowly. He wasn't sure he even wanted the explanation for this. Well, on the bright side he didn't have to worry about Dean ever having to look after Sam with the chicken pox again.


Well, that's it for this story!! Thank you all so much for your reviews and for sticking with me!! Loves!! -Layla