"Dean, you are not seriously giving me hassle over not nursing my daughter. It's none of your business!" Jo said, handing Sam a bottle for their newborn little one, Mary-Ellen.
"I'm just sayin'... that formula stuff smells like ass. Would you wanna drink it?" Dean countered.
Jo rolled her eyes, looking at Sam for help.
"Hey, I'm... busy, staying out of it." Sam said, looking down at his daughter.
"Dean... I'm sure breast milk is just as gross as formula." Jo said, trying to be patient. "That's why it's for babies, not us!"
"If it were gross, Colt wouldn't be so fat." Dean smirked, holding up his chubby six month old son. "Besides, it's not gross ... it's like... cantaloupes. Yeah, kinda like cantaloupes." he said, leaning back against Bobby's couch.
Sam looked up at that. "Dude, and you know this how?"
Dean gave him a slow grin, and Sam shook his head. Of course Dean would know that...
"Well," Sam said, "Mary-Ellen doesn't seem to mind. She's had two ounces in less than four minutes, so..."
"Ha!" Jo said, sticking her tongue out at Dean.
Lana walked in, and kissed Dean on the cheek. "What am I missing?"
"Nothin', babe." Dean smirked.
"No, he an' Joey were just having a philosophical debate." Bobby said from his recliner.
"Well, then maybe I should get Colt out of the room before he picks up another new word." Lana said, looking at Dean pointedly.
"Hey, that... wasn't my fault... You saw that guy try to cut me off!" Dean protested.
Lana smiled, picking up the baby into her lap. "Yes... but Daddy is going to have to remember to tone down road rage when baby is in the backseat."
Dean shrugged, but smiled at the beautiful brunette holding his son anyway.
It had been one year, one year since the cage had been closed, and the Apocalypse stopped. People outside of that room, might not even know it had happened--- or, well, almost happened... But, the best thing that had come out of it had been he and Sammy, finally back where they were supposed to be. Brothers again, and even better... they had finally found love and family that they didn't know was possible for them.
Jo had joined them hunting a few months into the "stop Lucifer campaign", and Dean had met Lana in some odd little town in Massachusetts that seemed to be stuck in the year 1962--- literally. Wasn't long until the babies came... and Dean put a hand on Sammy's shoulder watching as he rocked his new little niece to sleep, and he knew that for once, for this one perfect moment, all was right with the world...
