"Hey, Sammy!" Dean's voice was a welcomed surprise.

"How are you?" Sam smiled. Jo was playing truck with Johnny and she could tell by that smile that it had to be Dean.

"I'm on my way back."

"You've been gone a long time, Dean."

"I know. I know." Dean paused. "It was longer than I expected. It was too long, actually."

"When will you be here?"

"We're making good time," Dean replied. "We should be there tomorrow afternoon."

"We?"

"Yeah. We." Dean sounded so happy. "I'll be bringing a surprise home with me if it's okay."

"Sure," Sam was trying to figure out if Dean was bringing someone they already knew but Johnny was tugging at Sam's shirt, trying to get his attention. "Just a minute, Dean."

Sam bent down. "I'm on the phone, Johnny. Daddy will play with you when I am done."

Johnny looked at him stubbornly, "Deenie! Deenie!"

Sam laughed and put Johnny on the phone. "Deenie! Deenie!" He practically screamed into the phone with excitement.

"Hi, Johnny. You are right, it's Deenie. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"Cookie."

"I'll even bring you some cookies," Dean didn't hesitate to spoil Johnny.

"Deenie cookie! Deenie cookie!"

Sam took the phone back from Johnny and tried to get him to quiet down a little so he could hear Dean.

"Don't you feed our little Cookie Monster?" Dean asked.

"He likes Oreos now. Won't touch chocolate chip anymore."

"Picky little devil, isn't he?"

"That's our Johnny."

"We'll see you tomorrow then. Goodbye, Sam."

"See ya then. Goodbye, Dean."

Sam hung up the phone and watched Jo try to distract Johnny from repeating, "Deenie cookie!" over and over. It might be a long night. The kid sure loved his cookies. And his Deenie, of course.

After Johnny was asleep, Sam and Jo got the den ready for company.

"Who do you think Dean is bringing here?" Sam asked Jo. "It's odd he didn't say."

"It can't be Bobby or Pastor Jim because we talked to them this week and they didn't mention anything," Jo replied.

Sam still had a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't worry about it," Jo walked up and put her arms around him. "I'm sure it will be fine."

"I suppose you are right," Sam kissed her upturned face. "We'll just have to wait and see."

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Sam heard the Impala engine and tried to slow his pace toward the door. Johnny knew the familiar roar, too. "Deenie! Deenie!" he came cruising down the hall with Jo not far behind, trying to finish getting him dressed. The little nudist hated getting dressed after a bath.

Dean got out and waved, seeing Sam in the doorway. Sam returned the wave as he watched Dean go around to the passenger side and open the door for a lady. Sam didn't recognize her.

"Hey, Jo," he motioned over to an already occupied Jo. "Come here. Dean brought a lady with him."

Jo gave up the fight she was losing and let Johnny go in a diaper and t-shirt. Johnny squealed in glee as he ran to stand in the doorway by his dad. "Deenie! Deenie!"

Jo took a took at Dean and the woman and surmised, "Dean seems happy. I already like her."

Sam glanced at her before holding the door open and grabbing his son who was trying to escape up in his arms.

"Hey, Johnny," Dean grinned at the little boy who had his arms outstretched toward him. Johnny babbled some words and patted Dean's cheeks. Then, he got serious, "Cookie."

Dean smiled. " I brought you some little man," he laughed. "Just let me get inside first." Johnny was happy to lie his head on Dean's shoulder with his chubby hands around his neck.

Dean reached for his guest with his other arm. "Grace, this is my brother Sam, his wife, Jo, and this bundle of energy is Johnny.

Sam stuck out a hand and was glad when Gracie shook it. Dean hadn't ever brought a girl home. Sam didn't know how to act.

"Welcome home," Jo gave Gracie a hug. "We've made up the den because Dean usually bunks with Johnny. Come on in, I'll show you around.

Gracie disappeared into the house with Jo and Sam got to ask Dean, "So, where did she come from?"

"My dreams, Sammy," was all he got for an answer as Dean pushed past him to bring Johnny inside.

Sam closed the door and asked, "Does she know what you do?"

"Yeah," Dean replied. "She sure should. She's a hunter herself."

"Where did you meet?" Sam was reeling from the fact that she was a hunter.

"How about I tell you both over supper?" Dean shrugged his duffle off his shoulder, being careful not to dislodge Johnny from his other shoulder. "Can you dig through there for Johnny's Oreos? I don't want him to think I forgot."

The package of Oreos was easy to find. "Look, Johnny," Sam said. "Look what Dean brought you."

"Oos," Johnny's face lit up and he gave Dean a very wet kiss.

"Okay, okay," Dean put Johnny down and wiped the drool off his face. "You're very welcome, Johnny. After all, you are my favorite nephew."

Sam opened the package and gave Johnny one. Johnny promptly made a mess of it and Dean cringed. "I see he's eating with more enthusiasm these days."

"You mean he's a mess?" Sam asked, smiling.

"No--" Dean tilted his head to the side as he thought. "Well, yeah."

"He's more independent with a Winchester stubborn streak. I don't think he'd accept help from even you, Dean."

"I might have to try," Dean was stubborn. "He needs to know it isn't cool to spread your food all over."

"And break his heart in pieces because he's so proud he can do it himself?"

"Okay," Dean agreed. "For right now messes are cool." He paused a minute. "What's up with his lack of clothes?"

"He thinks he's a little nudist--sometimes we find all his clothes in a pile, but at least he keeps his diaper on."

Dean just nodded. "He's a free spirit, Sammy. Isn't much you can do about it."

"Nope. We'll keep trying to change the clothing is optional idea. It's like a social grace that he needs to know."

"Maybe it's his life dream to be a streaker," Dean smiled.

"Clothes are required by law, Dean. So, I'm afraid we have to insist that he wears them."

"Just don't hurt his body image, Sam."

"I don't think he's old enough to have body image issues. But if he gets any issues, we'll send him your way. You love to show off your body, so I'll just consider you the professional body image booster."

"I like that title," Dean smirked. "Do you like my body, Sam?" Dean wiggled his hips.

Sam just shook his head and laughed.

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"So how did you two meet?" Jo asked the big question at supper while she also encouraged Johnny to eat.

Gracie looked at Dean, "I'll let you answer that one."

Dean cleared his throat. "Just by chance, we ended up hunting the same thing. She kept showing up wherever I was and I thought she was after me, not that pissed-off spirit I was hunting. So, I threw her a line or two about how wonderful I am. She looked at me like I was nuts."

Sam started laughing. He could picture that scene so well.

Dean continued, "When she finally spoke to me, it was to ask me to go away so she could do her job."

"After we got rid of the spirit, we introduced ourselves," Gracie chimed in. "Our names were like an afterthought because we were so focused on the same thing." Gracie started to blush a little, "I didn't realize how handsome Dean was until after the salt and burn."

"Oh how the firelight plays on my features . . ." Dean threw in.

"It's just because you're a pyro," Sam told him. "Almost every time we've done a salt and burn together, you had to be the one to start the fire. Then, I'd see you hypnotized by the fire and the flames reflecting in your eyes and wonder if you were going to burn something else just for the heck of it."

"I am not," Dean attempted to defend himself.

"Honey," Gracie said. "You are, too. But don't worry. I love you for it."

Now it was Dean's turn to blush.

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