Thank you C1B12 and I love finally writing for Ellen! Heh yup Dean has his work cut out for him but Dean's up to the challenge. Welcome to the party Blondie 20000!

I loved writing the part where Jo cleaned Bobby's house and how the show never had Dean (the king of trivia) never make a quip about being on a mission from God back when Castiel pulled him out of the pit, I'll never get.

I hope people enjoy this next part!

Thank you again!

Val

Chapter 8

Dean walked into the bedroom and found Jo cleaning her shotgun. "Hey," he said tentatively.

She looked up and saw the black eye forming on Dean's face and smirked. "So, she punched you in the nose."

He nodded his head. "Yeah, I had thought she forgot with everything going on but no such luck." He said as he sat down next to her. "Need any help?"

"Nope," she told him as she turned her attention back to the weapon in her hands.

"You know your Mom packs a hell of a punch. Wouldn't say no if somebody wanted to maybe give me a kiss to help with the pain." He teased as he bumped her shoulder with his own.

She looked up and gave him a sweet smile that he returned as he leaned in for a kiss only to have Jo duck out of the way. "Have Bobby can kiss your damn boo-boo." She snapped.

He tried to ease the tension in the room by grinning and saying. "Nah, I don't like the way his beard tickles when he kisses me."

Jo narrowed her eyes at Dean. "Not funny." She huffed.

"Okay, you're right." He admitted as he reached out to take the weapon away and put it down before taking her hands in his. "I'm sorry, I was a giant douche just now."

"You betrayed me Dean." She said somberly.

"I...I..." He tried to argue that wasn't the case, but he knew it was true.

"I hate the way she treats me, and you know this. It hurts me when you do the same thing Dean. Treat me like I'm a child that you need to protect and make decisions for. I'm not a child and I know what I want in my life."

"I know that, and I am sorry." He told her. "I love you Jo; I want to make this right. Tell me how to make this right."

"Stop treating me the way my mother treats me. You want to discuss our future? Newsflash I'm the one you speak to about it, not my Mom."

"You're right." Dean said before taking a deep breath and telling Jo just what he wanted for them. "I want us to get married. I want us to be a family. I want you and our baby to have my last name. I know it's old fashion, but I don't care and before you claim I'm saying this because it'll make your Mom happy, you're wrong."

Jo looked at Dean and sighed. "It's just a piece of paper Dean. I don't need it to know we're a family."

"What if I need it?" He asked.

She looked at the man across from her and asked in a gentle voice. "Do you need it?"

He nodded his head. "Jo you know how I was raised. The closes we came to something normal was a few weeks a year here at Bobby's. I want a real family life. Us, married. Setting up a real home for us and our kids and I do mean kids as in plural. I want us to have some kind of apple pie life in between hunting."

"Okay." She told him as she reached us and caressed his cheek.

He looked at her dumbfounded. "Okay? I figured you would argue with me more."

"Dean I love you too and it wasn't that I was opposed to us getting married but it's something we needed to discuss, not you and my mother."

Dean grinned at her. "So, we're going to get hitched."

Jo cocked her eyebrow at the man across from her and shook her head. "I don't know, nobody has actually proposed to me and asked me to be their wife." She held her hand up when she saw Dean open his mouth. "And no, you can't just ask me now Dean Winchester, I want a real proposal."

"What...but I just propose." He argued in frustration.

"No, you convinced me that if we got married it would be for us not because my Mom held a shotgun to your back. Not technically a proposal." She told him as she stood up and headed towards the door before turning back and smirking at Dean. "Oh, and Honey, just so you know I expect you to put some thought into this proposal." She teased as she walked out of the room and headed downstairs.

"Son of a bitch." Dean mumbled in frustration.

"Problem?" Sam said as he leaned against the door frame smirking.

"How much did you hear?"

"Just Jo telling you she wants a proper proposal." He admitted grinning at his brother. "So, what are you going to do?"

Frowning Dean looked at his brother when suddenly he stood up with a gleam in his eyes. "Be back in a bit." He said as he rushed past and ran down the stairs.

"Dean where are you going?" Sam shouted as he turned to follow his brother. He watched as Dean hurried outside and hopped into his car before racing away from Bobby's house.

Jo joined Sam on the porch. "Where did he run off to?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

Jo looked out as the dust cloud the Impala generated when Dean took off started to settle and smiled. She didn't know what he was up to, but she had a funny feeling she was going to enjoy it.

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Dean swaggered back into the house five hours later just in time to sit down to the beef stew and homemade biscuits Ellen had made for dinner. Jo and Sam watched the older Winchester as he grinned and slapped Bobby on the back before planting a kiss on first Jo brow and then Ellen's cheek, causing the older woman to blush slightly.

"Honey where have you been?" Jo asked sweetly.

Dean smirked as he grabbed a biscuit and slathered it with butter. "Oh, had some errands to run."

"For five hours?" Sammy asked, not sure if he like the way Dean kept smirking as he looked at Jo.

"Yup."

"Care to elaborate?" Jo prompted.

"Nope." He said before turning to Ellen. "Thanks for dinner Ellen, it's really good."

"Umm, you're welcome." The older woman said as she watched Dean, shooting a glance at Bobby who shook his head as if to say he didn't know what he was up to either.

When dinner was done, and the kitchen was clean Dean cornered Sam and asked him to meet him out in the garage in ten minutes. Sam agreed out of curiosity to see what his brother had really been up to.

Sam finally snuck out the back door and made his way over to the meeting point to find his brother sitting on the hood of a Ford Mustang that Bobby was trying to restore. "Okay what's the big secret?"

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "I went to Dad's storage unit and well..." he said as he handed the box to his brother.

Taking the box Sam opened it and gasped when he realized what his brother had done. "Dean?"

The older man smiled shyly. "I want your permission Sam."

"My permission?" He asked as he stared down at the object in his hand.

"She was your Mom too." He replied gently.

Sam looked up at his brother and grinned. "You want to propose to Jo with Mom's ring. Dude I'm more than okay with that, I'm thrilled for you."

"You sure?" Dean wanted Sam to really be okay with this.

Snapping the box shut he handed it back. "Of course, I'm sure. So, when are you going to do it?"

"Umm I was going to ask her if she wanted to go for a drive."

"Dean, maybe you should do something a little bit more romantic. You know a nice meal at a real restaurant." He suggested.

"Nope that isn't Jo's thing."

"But proposing in the Impala...Dean even Jo isn't that low maintenance."

Dean smirked at his brother. "Dude, I have a plan."

Sam sighed convinced this was going to blow up in his brother's face. "Okay, if you say so."

"Trust me Sam, I know what I'm doing." He told him as he reached up and slung his arm around his brother's neck and pulled his head down enough to give him a playful nuggie.

"Seriously Dean!" Sam huffed as he pushed his laughing older brother away.

"Well as fun as this has been, I have a lady I need to propose to." he said as he headed back out towards the house.

TBC