Title: Rough Trade 10/10
Pairing: John/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 370
Warnings: Consensual Daddycest
Disclaimer: If only John and Dean were mine... *sigh*

Summary: When he met a guy named John in a bar, all Dean knew was the he reminded him of his Dad. Scarred, both mentally and physically, John obviously needed saving as much as he did. So when he gave the man his street name and suggested a 'mutually beneficial' relationship, he never dreamed that three weeks later he'd find out that John actually was his father.

A/N: This was writen for the spnslashbigbang. Thanks to the longsuffering and extra awesome wickedlilwitch for being an amazing beta and the very cool longerthanwedo who agreed to be my secondary beta, even though I often edit again/add things after they work their magic. All mistakes are mine. Chapter title taken from All I Want Is You by by Michael Franti.

Epilogue: There Is Life in This Love

John and Dean were lying on the couch, Dean on top with his head pillowed on the older man's chest, while they watched Brotherhood of the Wolf. Sam sat on the floor, his back against the couch, holding the huge bowl of popcorn that Dean had made. When he was at Stanford, Sam tried to make popcorn as good as Dean's, but he could never quite get it right.

"Dude, I can totally do that," Dean claimed after a particularly spectacular move as he reached over Sam's shoulder. Sam dutifully lifted the bowl of popcorn high enough for Dean could get a handful. He didn't have to look to know that Dean was feeding it to John as well as himself. Sometimes he wondered how his father ate when Dean wasn't around to feed him.

Sam snorted as his brother's outrageous claim. "Yeah, right."

"What? You doubt my skills?"

"Dude… I don't think that's even humanly possible without a pully, some wire and a stunt double."

Dean gave a put upon sigh, but didn't rebut. "So, what are you gonna do to get your girl back?"

"I don't know what I can do," Sam replied as he twisted to look up at his brother. "She still won't talk to me."

Dean rolled his eyes and hit Sam on the head with a pillow. "Go see her, you idiot."

Sam snatched the pillow away and threw it at Dean, who caught it. "Jerk!" He was silent for a moment. "You think I should? I mean… I was tryin' to give her space."

Dean sighed again and lifted his head to look at John. "See. I told you we shoulda had more. At this rate, we'll never have grandkids."

John snorted out a brief laugh and ran the fingers of one hand through Dean's soft hair. "You're brother's right. You need to go see her, Sammy." Dean smiled and stretched for a kiss.

"Oh, for cryin' out loud," Sam complained as he returned his gaze to the television, "can't you two keep it in your room?"

As he expected, they completely ignored him. He smirked as he watched the movie. He didn't actually want them to stop. In fact, it felt pretty damn good to have his family back the way it should be. Only one thing was missing. Maybe Dean was right. He needed to go see Jess.