Happy Thanksgiving 🍽🍁 Everyone! I hope everyone have a fun and safe holiday. Thank you so much Blondie 20000 and Leann Nickerson for your feedback! I'm so glad you all enjoy this little ride!

I don't know how old Caleb was... I don't think he was too much older than Dean... I figure less than 10 years so he was about 16 years older than Jo(in my story at least 😀...hey Alona likes older men...why not Jo 😉).

Author' Note at the end.

Thanks and enjoy,

Val

Chapter 3

Jo yawned as she stretched out in the bed next to Dean. She pushed the covers off and sat up. "Lay back down, it's too early to get up." Dean murmured sleepily.

"Tell that to Sammy," she said as she nodded towards the crib and to the infant who was sitting up looking at them.

"Hey Little Man," Dean said as he sat up and smiled at Sammy.

Jo got up and grabbed her robe, she had it halfway on when she stopped and sniffed the air. "Something's wrong. Mom usually puts the turkey on around 2:00AM but I don't smell anything and it's quarter to seven."

"I'm sure everything fine," Dean reassured her.

"Can you take care of Sammy while I go check on Mom." She called out as she was halfway through the door.

"You're Mama's a worry wort." Dean said as he got out of bed and went take care of the infant needs.

Twenty minutes later he carried Sammy into the kitchen. "Everything alright?" He asked as Jo finished making the coffee.

Jo looked over Dean's shoulder while beckoning him over. "So get this," she whispered, "she decided that we would eat later because Rufus called her last night. He finished his case in New York and decided to drive through and should be here around seven tonight."

Dean nodded his head, "okay but why are you whispering?"

Jo made a show of checking for her mother again, "because I think Mom and Rufus are well…you know."

Dean smirked at Jo, "what bumping uglies."

"Ewww…not funny," Jo huffed as she pointed to Sammy. "She's a grandmother for crying out loud."

"Well she's hardly Grandma Walton. She's still fairly young." Dean argued.

"Still fairly young," said the woman in question.

Dean gulped as he turned to see Ellen behind him. He plastered a smile on his face as he said, "Happy Thanksgiving."

Ellen arched an eyebrow at a clearly flustered Dean before stepping around him and saying. "I was going to make cinnamon buns for breakfast."

"Why don't I scramble up some eggs too," Dean offered.

Jo snickered as her mother gave Dean her infamous stink eye and Dean returned the look with an adorable bashful smile that she would need to remember to ask where he learned it from.

She could see her mother trying not to laugh as she huffed, "oh just give me 15 minutes to get the rolls in the oven."

Jo reached up for Sammy, "here I'll get Sammy dressed."

Dean frowned, "he is dressed."

"Oh just give me my baby." She said as she cooed at Sammy, "come on Mr. Monkey Man…Mama will get you ready for your first Harvelle Thanksgiving."

He watched them leave the room before turning to Ellen. "She got him some silly outfit didn't she?" He said as he sat down with a cup of coffee.

"I don't know what you mean," the older woman said as she went about making the cinnamon rolls.

Dean rolled his eyes as Ellen tried to hide her smirk, "yeah right, you don't know anything." He quipped as he sat back to finish his coffee while Ellen put the rolls in the oven.

"I'll be right back," she said as she started towards the door.

"Where're you going?" he asked as he got up to start on the eggs.

Ellen smiled, "to get my camera of course."

Dean laughed as he shook his head as he reached into his pocket to take out his phone…no way he wasn't getting a picture to tease his brother with someday.

SPNSPNSPN

Dean laughed as Jo fed Sammy some mashed up sweet potatoes. Bobby had brought a camcorder that was bigger than Sammy and was capturing Sammy's first Harvelle Thanksgiving on film.

Dean had taken a number of pictures himself, especially when Jo had come back downstairs with Sammy and saw she had dressed him in a pair of jeans and a grey tee shirt with Snoopy and Woodstock dressed as pilgrims on it.

If that wasn't cute enough he barked out a laugh when he saw Jo wearing a matching tee shirt. Of course his laughter was short lived when Jo dropped a tee shirt in his lap and told him he better wear it if he ever wanted to have sex again.

Alright so Bobby, Ellen, Rufus and Annie got a good laugh at his expense and took numerous pictures of the three of them in matching shirts…he didn't care because he saw how happy Jo was at such a simple gesture and he would wear the shirt every damn day to have her smile at him like that…like he hung the stars and the moon just for her and Sammy.

Dean looked over and saw the way Rufus was smirking at him and nodded his head at the older man as he reached down and patted his pocket.

SPNSPNSPN

A few hours later after copious amounts of turkey, stuffing and pie had been eaten. After all the left overs where put away, the were dishes done and little Sammy was napping in the cradle Ellen had brought down from the attic. Dean and Jo walked Annie out to her car.

"Thank your Mom again…it's been too long since I celebrated Thanksgiving."

"I'm glad you decided to join us." Jo said as she hugged the other hunter. "Don't hesitate to call if you need back up again."

"Will do," Annie said before she looked up at Dean. "You take care of Sammy."

"Always have," Dean said as he pulled Annie in for a hug.

"Careful driving," Jo said as Annie slipped behind the steering wheel of her car.

"I will…keeping fighting the good fight," she call out as she pull away.

Jo sighed as Dean wrapped his arm around Jo and pulled her close. "It's a nice night, what do you say to taking a walk?"

"Sure, let me get Sammy." Jo said as she started to turn back towards the bar to stop when Dean reached out and grabbed her hand.

"I meant just us. He's fine, your Mom is watching him." Dean told her as he tugged her away from the parking lot.

"Okay," she agreed as they began walking towards the back where there was small, wooded area where she had played as a child.

Dean smiled as he found the tree that her father had hung a swing for her when she was a little girl. The swing was a thing of beauty and reflected how much Bill Harvelle had loved his daughter.

Not only had he hand carved his daughter's name into the seat but several anti-possession sigils as well. Of course Jo had added to it and he saw several faded Scooby Doo stickers too. "Come on, I'll push you." He said with a smile.

Jo laughed as she eyed the swing, "I don't know if it would hold me."

"I'm sure it's fine," he insisted as he lead her towards the swing and waited until she sat down before he began to push her. He smiled as she hooted with glee at she urged him to push her higher. He didn't know how long he pushed her but gradually he slowed the swing down and Jo toed the ground to keep up a gently rocking back and forth.

"Thanks, it's been so long since I've done that." Jo said with a sigh.

Dean stepped around so that he was facing Jo. He swallowed as she looked up at him, smiling and he knew it was the perfect time and place. He took a shaky breath as he took two steps back and slowly got down on one knee.

"Oh God," Jo murmured as she realized what Dean was doing.

"I have a confession…Rufus didn't call your Mom. I called Rufus." Dean told her as he slipped his hand into his pocket. "Yesterday…after we talked…after you literally pushed me out of the bathroom," he said with a chuckle. "I knew…I knew I needed to talk to your Mom because I wanted to do this right…oh Hell Jo I love ya and I want to marry you and I want us to be a real family." He said quickly as he pulled out a small velvet box.

"Your Mom gave me her blessing and…and I called Rufus because she had told me he finished a job that was less than 50 miles from my Dad's storage unit. I asked him if he could go and to get…" he stopped as he opened the box to show Jo a simple white gold band with an oval cut diamond.

Jo gasped as she reached out tentatively to touch the ring. She dragged her eyes away for the ring and looked up into Dean's eyes as she took a deep breath nodding her head as she whispered, "Dean."

"It was my Mom's…Dad had told me that someday when I found the right woman he wanted me to give her this ring. Well I found her and I want so badly for you to wear this ring…to be my wife. Joanna Beth Harvelle, will you marry me?"

"Yes…yes of course I'll marry you," she cried as the she slid out of the swing and knelt on the ground, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you; I love Sammy, I love the life we're building together and I love you even more that you know how much this place means to me and that you included my Dad in your own way."

"Really," Dean asked as he pulled back and cupped both cheeks with his hands.

"Yes really," she told him with a watery smile before adding, "I think this is when you're supposed to put the ring on my finger."

"Right," Dean said with an embarrass laugh as he took the ring out of the velvet box and slipped it onto Jo's finger.

Eventually they made it back to the bar and celebrated their engagement with their family. Dean would later swear that when he looked over at Sammy after they had made the big announcement that the child smiled and nodded his head approvingly.

This year they truly had many blessings to be thankful for.

The End

A/N: Of course Dean proposed. I tried not to make it overly mushy but family means so much to Dean I could see him giving Jo his mother's ring but I think he would want to Bill to be part of it to and came up with the swing. Anyway hope they aren't too OOC.

Thank you again!

Val