Dean was tired out of his mind, he could barely keep his eyes open, but he had to keep an eye on Ali because John went down to the vending machines, and Alison could run now.

He had his arm around the toddler and kept a hand on her leg so he could feel if she moved.

Ali whined and dean calmly shushed her with his eyes closed.

She huffed.

It didn't take long for John to come in, and when he did he chuckled.

John sighed, he set his soda down and walked over to the bed, he picked Alison up, and that woke Dean up.

Dean didn't see who or what it was but he grabbed his gun and shot up, aiming his gun at John.

"Whoa! Dean, calm down." John told him.

Dean let out a breath of relief and shoved his gun back under the pillow.

"You're tuckering your daddy out, ain't you?" John asked the toddler with a smile as he poked her belly.

She giggled, John chuckled.

Dean was surprised John wasn't yelling at him, he was glad he wasn't.

John had a good relationship with Alison, considering the fact that he was never really there.

John tossed Ali up into the air, causing a heartwarming laugh to leave her lips. Dean glanced over at John and Ali and saw smiles on their faces.

He watched as John spun Alison around, until his eyes closed and he was out like a light.

John kissed Alisons forehead and looked over at his son, he looked back at Ali.

"How about me and you go out,
and let Dean rest a bit, huh?" He said quietly to her.

She smiled.

John got her shoes on and her jacket, and headed out.

Thank you for reading!