Chapter 3:

Waking up with Jo in his arms was a feeling that he loved. With the two of them in bed, by themselves, it was as if nothing could harm them. Sometimes Dean would allow himself to imagine what it would be like to have a normal life with her. Not that either of them would be able to. They both enjoyed hunting too much, not that they would ever admit it out loud.

"I can feel you staring," she grumbled into his bare chest.

"Can't help it that I'm watching the drool escape from your mouth." Dean teased.

That caused her to sit up quickly. She wiped her mouth only to find that there wasn't anything coming from it. "Jerk."

He chuckled. "Ahh, I feel like a big weight has been lifted from me."

Jo froze. "Have I really started to get fat?"

"No, sweetheart," Dean assured her. "I was kidding."

"Well you're an ass and that wasn't funny," she informs him.

He pulls her back down on top him. Grabbing her smooth leg, he pulls it to where she is straddling him. Breathing in, he could smell her trademark scent of vanilla and lavender. After showering together some months back, he had discovered that it was her body wash and shampoo that gave off this odor.

"I like waking up next to you," he admits to her. "You look so at peace when you sleep. Like a little animal or something."

She kisses his lips. "I'm glad you're here."

"You've said that already, sweetheart."

"Doesn't make it any less true since I've repeated it. I just figured that I would wake up to find you not really here or gone." she said.

Dean wanted to tell her that he wouldn't have just left without a good-bye, but he knew that it was complete bullshit. He's left her alone in bed more times than he can count. Once they had gotten together he had begun to leave her notes when he would leave instead of waking her. She looked so innocent and peaceful when she slept he could never get up the courage to wake her up.

"So what's on the schedule for today?" Dean asked her. "I'm all your's this weekend. No job, no nothing. Just us."

Jo smiled at this, sitting up to straddle him at a better angle. Her hips began to move in a circular motion against his boxer clad hips. "I can think of the perfect way to get this job-free weekend started."

His hands gripped her hips, flipping them over carefully. Looking down at her, he looked at his flannel shirt that she was wearing. Oh what a sight it was to have her in his clothes. He'd lost of lot of shirts due to her stealing them to wear, not that he minded one bit. "I think you're a bit overdressed for the occasion."

Her hand snapped the elastic on his boxers. "It seems to me that you are as well."

Dean took his time unbuttoning the shirt she wore. She was like a present that he wanted to take his time to unwrap, savoring every moment. The first few buttons revealed a white lacy bra. They had grown since the last time he had seen them. Not by much, but still enough for him to notice the difference. Her body had become curvier, due to the pregnancy.

Jo's shirt had just been removed when they received a knock on the door. Groaning, the couple pulled away from each other.

"Go away," Dean said, expecting it to be Sam.

The door opened to reveal Ellen standing there with her arms crossed. "Boy, if you want to father any more children, my advice is to get the hell away from my daughter and put some clothes on."

Jo quickly pulled the sheets over them. "Mom, seriously?"

"I knocked," her mother responded. "Breakfast is ready."

With that said, Ellen left leaving the door wide open to her daughter's bedroom. Jo groaned, laying back down on the bed.

"I'm never gonna get laid," Jo sighed heavily.

Dean kissed her cheek. "I'm just surprised she didn't chop off my balls."

"I'm pregnant, Dean, it's not like she didn't know we've had sex." His girlfriend rolled her eyes. "Besides, I wouldn't let her do that."

He wrapped his arms around her. "I guess we better get dressed before she comes back in here."

Kissing him on the lips, she got out of bed. "Later. Later we will try this again, with no interruptions."

"I'll hold you to that," he said, searching for his jeans.

A few minutes later, the couple headed to the kitchen. Dean followed behind her, watching the sway of her hips as she moved. The small shorts that she wore left him wanting to grab her ass as he kissed her senseless.

"Morning," Sam greeted them as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Morning, Sammy," Jo said kissing him on the cheek.

Jo and Dean sat down across from Sam at the breakfast table. Ellen finished putting the food down on the table before joining them. She always made a big breakfast the morning after the boys came to town. With a mother's intuition, she knows that all they eat on the road is junk food. Having a home cooked meal for them was one of the small things she did to show them that she cared for them.

Jo had just placed a bite of scrambled eggs in her mouth when she quickly stood up. She ran quickly away from the kitchen, not bothering to look back or explain.

Ellen stood up, prepared to follow her daughter when Dean stopped her. "I've got this."

It wasn't hard to find her. He could hear the sound of her puking from outside the bathroom door. He made his way in, slightly prepared for the unpleasant sight. Dean sat down next to her, pulling back her blonde hair.

After a moment, she leaned back away from the toilet. "It's the baby. Morning sickness is apart of this pregnancy shit."

"Does it happen every morning?" he asks, not knowing a damn thing about pregnancy.

She shrugged. "It was to start with. Now it's just if I eat or smell something the baby doesn't like. Scrambled eggs appears to be apart of that list now. I can't have tacos, coffee, grape jelly, or pasta."

"The baby's that picky, huh?"

Jo stood up, brushing her teeth quickly in the sink. "I should be good for now. Maybe I can get through the rest of breakfast without wanting to puke my guts out. Thanks for holding back my hair."

"Hey, you did it for me after you dragged me to that concert a couple of months back," he teased her with a grin on his face.

She laughed. "Yeah, well you were the dumb ass who thought it would be fun to have a drinking contest."

"How else was I supposed to get through the night listening to that shitty music?"

Jo shook her head, leaning into his chest. Dean Winchester was an idiot. But he was her idiot.