"Jo," Sam walked to her as she stood by her dresser, trying to open the clasp of her necklace. "Here, let me," he brushed her long hair to the side. It was easy for Sam to open the clasp since he could actually see it instead of trying to open it by feel like Jo. He kissed her neck as he handed her the necklace. She dropped her head forward and he put his arms around her and kissed her neck more passionately.

Jo dropped her necklace on her dresser and thought she heard it bounce off onto the floor. She'd look for it in the morning. "Ooh, Sammy," her heart started to beat faster as she smiled.

She turned around in his arms searching for his hungry lips She stretched herself against him, clasping her hands behind his neck. His hands wandered over back and sides, taking in the curves and the feel of the material against his hands.

Sam broke their kiss, "Give me a sec." He took off his shirt and Jo started to kiss his chest before he even had the shirt all the way over his head. "Not done yet," he cradled her face with his hands, kissed her once and then pulled her nightgown over head. "I was thinking," he was interrupted by Jo's assault of kisses. "We don't need to wait to get pregnant." Once Sam got those words out, Jo stopped kissing him and looked at him, her chest heaving. "Want to start trying?"

"Couldn't we have had this discussion a little earlier today, Sam?" Jo wasn't mad, just out of breath.

"I was going to bring it up when I helped you with your necklace," he admitted, "but then you were so ready."

The look Jo gave him wasn't necessarily a good one.

"I was more than ready, too," Sam saw Jo's face soften. "I'd like to start for a baby now."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Sam seemed surprised. "I expected there to be more discussion."

"I don't want to talk right now," Jo brushed her hair to the side, "and we talked about it before. I think it's a good idea."

Sam picked Jo up and kissed her mercilessly. Although he would always consider Johnny his son, this time he would be in on his child's life from the very beginning. Their chests pressed together and Jo had her hands on Sam's shoulders. She wasn't hanging onto him, she knew he'd never drop her. Her hands just rested there before getting tangled in brown hair that he wore longer than most. It was one of the rebellious sexy things about Sam.

A thunderstorm blew in while Jo and Sam were occupied with the task at hand. The lightening flashed inside their room. Sam caught a glimpse of Jo's face in the throws of passion in a lightening flash. Jo saw Sam's tanned, toned body moving over he in another flash. The lightening was giving them snapshots of their lovemaking.

They rested by each other until Jo ran a fingertip down Sam's chest and asked, "Wanna go again?" She had the cutest smile on her face as she let out a little giggle.

"You sure are a slave driver, Jo," Sam joked as he rolled to face her. His big hand rested on her cheek as he looked directly into her eyes, "I want to make a baby with my wife."

"I'd love to make a baby with my husband," she replied before she moved her lips closer to start kissing him again. They became lost in emotions and sensations. Time was irrelevant. All that existed in those hours was them.

Gracie led Dean into the den. She shut the door and then pressed Dean against it, punishing his mouth with hers. Dean responded in kind. When she moved her hand that was on his chest further down, Dean moaned. "I like it when you do that," Gracie smiled.

"Really?"

"You can be so quiet at times," Gracie continued as she kept eye contact with him. "It's thundering outside. Why don't you let yourself make some noise with me?"

Dean eyed her a little strangely. Considering the fact that he liked to know that she was finding pleasure in what they were doing, it was most likely important to her, too. "Okay," his voice was breathy. "You can continue to seduce me now."

Gracie's smile got bigger. Each time Dean made a word, a sound, any indication, Gracie rewarded him.

They wouldn't have been able to sleep during the thunderstorm anyway. So, they let the rumbling skies muffle their intimate communications from outsiders. Dean learned how to let go a little more. Gracie was happy about that.

They outlasted the storm, but their one-word or sound communication continued. Dean forgot his self-consciousness as he and Gracie got lost in each other and the night.

There were many smiles around the breakfast table in the morning. The only person who didn't look tired was Johnny, because he'd slept through the storm. Jo fed Johnny and slipped a few secretive smiles Sam's way. Sam would shyly smile back. Some things, like being shy, didn't change.

Dean and Gracie held hands at the table, they avoided the furtive glances at each other and were held together by physical contact of their hands.

Dean and Gracie offered to watch Johnny for awhile so Sam and Jo could run errands. This time, Jo didn't fight the idea of leaving Johnny. She just kissed him and reminded him to be good for Dean and Gracie. As they left the house, they realized how long it had been since they had gone anywhere without Johnny. The simple act of grocery shopping was starting to feel like a date.