I wasn't planning on continuing this, but after a lovely review from 'cheekymonster2', I reconsidered. This is Dean meeting Jonathan Dean...aka JD. I own nothing but JD.


He'd woken up not knowing where he was. It was dark, he was in an enclosed space and he wasn't digging it. When he climbed out of the hole, he tried to find where he was. After traveling a ways and almost drinking all of a run-down gas stations water, he finally dialed Bobby's number. He wasn't surprised Bobby didn't believe it was him. So, he snagged a car and showed up on his doorstep.

After the holy water, almost getting killed (again), and then finally convincing Bobby that he truly was him, the old man pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

Bobby told him what happened in the nine months he was gone, excluding Jo and J. D. of course. Dean wasn't surprised that Sam went and excluded himself from everyone, but he was surprised to here that he was normally with Jo. He couldn't help the jealously that rose up in his chest. He quickly asked Bobby what it was about, and got a firm, "That's not my story to tell, boy."

Bobby sent Dean to shower, telling him he called Sam and told him to haul ass.

Dean thought about Jo while he had the moment to think. He wondered if she'd believe he was alive, if she'd come to check it out herself. He also let his mind wonder to Sam and Jo, and what his own brother was doing with his girl. He knew Sam wouldn't go for a girl like her. She wasn't his type. Dean wasn't sure how to take all this. So, he turned off the water and stepped out.

Dressing quickly, Dean slipped on his boots and nearly ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Bobby was sitting at the small table sipping back a beer, with the one and only, Sam at the other side.

Dean walked into the kitchen, holding his breath. Sam stopped talking to Bobby and stared at his brother. Dean smirked and held out his arms.

"Hey little brother."

Sam flew out of his seat and to his brother, but at the last minute pulled out a knife and held it to Dean's neck.

"Sam, no!" Bobby yelled. He pulled the younger man off of Dean and took the knife.

Dean puffed his chest with pride. His brother made sure not to trust him, he taught him well.

"I've tested him, Sam. It's really him. I swear."

Sam looked from Bobby to Dean then back to Bobby. The old man nodded and then ran to his brother once again. He gripped Dean tightly, hugging him in a girly way. Dean didn't call him out on it, because, well, he was doing it too.

"I missed you, man." Sam whispered.

Dean nodded into his brother's shoulder. "You have no clue."

Once the brothers let go of each other, they sat down and caught up. Dean asked about Sam's hunting, avoiding the subject of Jo for the moment. Sam told him everything that's happened, details and all. After hours of slugging back beer after beer and eating until Dean thought he couldn't shove anymore down his throat, they got down to business.

"Dean, how are you here?"

The eldest brother looked at him and shrugged. "I have no clue. All I know is that I one minute, I'm in hell, the next? I'm digging myself out of my grave," he paused then added, "Literally."

Sam looked at him puzzled. Bobby nudged Dean and told him to show his brother what was on his arm.

"I have no clue how this got here, so don't ask."

Dean lifted his shirt sleeve and showed Sam the hand print that lingered on his forearm.

Sam gasped and leaned forward for a better look. "Dean, are you sure you don't know how you got this?"

Dean gave Sam a bored look. "Dude, if I knew, I wouldn't be sittin' here asking you to look at it."

Before Sam or Bobby could retort, the front door opened.

"Bobby, we've got incoming!"

Dean recognized Ellen's voice instantly and his heart started to pound in his chest. If Ellen was here, so was Jo.

Bobby muttered a few curses before running into the living room. Sam's eyes grew wide and he cleared his throat.

"Uh, Dean, there's something I need to talk to you about." he started.

Dean focused on Sam but heard Ellen ask Bobby if it was really him. Bobby replied with a firm yes and explained.

"Dean, Jo, uh, she was really upset when you left. And, well, she didn't want to tell you before you came back for me, so she just kinda kept it a secret. But when she told me, I knew you wouldn't want her to be left alone in her state so I took care of her for ya."

Dean looked at Sam furiously. "What'd you do, Sammy? Knock up my girl? Is that your way of taking care of her?"

Sam gave him a bewildered look. "Dean, no. No way, man. She, well, she had-"

"Dean Isaac Winchester!"

Dean smiled widely as he heard the yell of Jo. His heart beat became so fast, he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He leaped up from the table and walked into the living room.

His eyes met Ellen first. She was still Ellen. Her hair had grown to her middle back and she still held her signature stance. Hands crossed over her chest and a leg cocked out to the side, as if waiting for an explanation.

Ellen looked at Dean and he swore he saw tears fall from her eyes. Then he moved to look at Jo.

When he first glanced at her, he saw she had gained a little weight; not much but enough to make him notice. Then he spotted a bundle of blankets in her arms. Her hair flowed to her butt now, he guessed she didn't see the need of cutting it, and her eyes were bright with tears.

She looked at Bobby, hugging the blankets closer, as if protecting them.

"Bobby, you're absolutely sure it's him?"

Bobby nodded. "Every test I threw at him, he passed. Even put silver to his arm."

She nodded and stepped toward Dean. He couldn't stand it. This awkward tension, he closed the space and touched her cheek.

"Jo,"

She started to cry. Tears fell from her eyes and she smiled at him. "Oh Dean, you have no clue,"

She didn't finish her sentence, but instead looked at the bundle in her arms.

That's when he realized Jo was cradling a baby. Sleeping soundly in the warmth of blankets and her arms, Dean really looked at the being. He noticed a certain look on the face. The kind of look he got when he was having a good dream.

"Dean," Jo said, bringing him out of his daze.

He looked at her and then to the baby and could see that it was her baby. Jo Harvelle had a baby.

"Uh, this is Jonathan. Jonathan Dean Winchester."

She smiled meekly up at him and placed a free hand on his stubbly cheek. "This is your son, Dean."

Dean stared at her flabbergasted. He pointed to himself then to her, motioning that they had created something. She just nodded and kissed the baby's small head. He breathed deeply and he felt moisture in the corner of his eyes.

He took this moment to look back at Sam and see his younger brother crying too.

Sap. he thought.

"Dean, uh, after you left I started to get sick. I went to the doctor and they said I was pregnant. I knew I couldn't tell you, so I just kinda didn't tell you." Jo spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

Ellen came up beside her daughter and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Dean, he's yours." She said, as if to reassure him.

"I see this," he said softly.

Jo laughed. "You don't have to be quiet. J. D. sleeps through anything."

Dean smiled at her and ran a finger over his son's face. "Mine," his voice was soft enough for Jo to hear and she smiled at him.

"Ours, Dean."

Dean smiled so wide that it spread from ear to ear. He bent down and kissed her swiftly on the mouth, not caring that his whole 'family' was watching.

Jo was first to pull back and shifted J. D.

"You wanna hold him? He needs to wake up anyway."

Dean nodded and smiled, holding out his arms awkwardly.

She laughed and placed his son into his arms. Dean brought the baby close to his face and kissed his forehead.

"Hey there, John. I'm your dad. Your going to grow up and be a ladies man and get all the girls' with your kick ass car, okay?" Dean cooed, bouncing him lightly and walking away from Jo.

Jo smiled as she watched Dean with their son. His face was soft and he was murmuring things to him. She watched as Dean stroke his son's cheek with the pad of his finger.

Dean then started humming AC/DC, "Back in Black" making gurgles come from the baby. He smiled and looked up at Jo.

"He loves the classics. What can I say? He's just like his father."


So, there ya go. Now it's OFFICIALLY over. Hope you liked it. If you did let me know, and I know that I mixed up tenses, don't remind me. I know that it's 1st person then 3rd person, I don't need to be reminded. It's a flub in my writing. Anyway, there ya go!