A/N: Y'all are too sweet! I love that we can all come together over how far Dean can stick his foot in his mouth and I'm glad that everybody's enjoying this little birthday gift so far... *passes out cake*

As a housekeeping matter, I made some tweaks...including a special addition that had me howling with laughter! Just because I have a plan doesn't mean I won't change it if I get a funny suggestion I think I could work with (especially if it's from our birthday girl!). Drop me a PM or a review...if I take your advice, I'll credit you in a future note!

Now, on with the show!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Nobody Touches His Baby

About a week later...

Dean's sitting on the couch with his feet up when Jo walks into Bobby's study. She's wearing a pair of dirt and grease smudged overalls that hang loose on her delicate frame.

"I need the keys to the Impala," she says, holding out her hand.

Dean's brow furrows. "Why?" he asks.

Jo raises her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side. "Because we've gotta get on the road early tomorrow," she reminds him. "And someone was bitchin' she needed an oil change first."

Taking her wrist, Dean puts his book aside and pulls Jo into his lap. He looks at the blue bandana wrapped over her blonde locks at the crown of her forehead and smiling at the grease streaked across her cheek. He plucks at her soft pink lips with his until her arms wind around his neck.

Pulling back, he stares into her eyes. "You look so cute with oil on your face," he tells her.

Jo's jaw tightens and she stiffens in his arms. "Quit stalling," she prods.

Dean smiles and shakes his head. "I'll change it later," he answers.

Jo pushes herself out of his lap, her hands falling to her hips. "It's your turn to do the research, Dean-O. Don't think you can half-ass it just to play under the hood of the damn car," she fumes.

"Baby," he says, trying to soften her.

"Oh, no," she replies. "Don't you 'baby' me." Turning, she moves toward the door.

"Jo, honey, come on," he whines.

Facing him, her face stern and eyes wide, she asks, "Are you gonna give me the keys then?"

Dean's eyes drop from hers. "Well, no," he answers, "I'll do it later. Nobody touches my baby."

"Aww, and I thought I was your baby," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I don't even let Sam touch her," he says, his voice nearly pleading.

Jo snickers. "Sam couldn't find the dipstick with a map," she snorts. "I took shop class when most girls were taking home ec. I've been changing oil and working on cars since I was 15, Dean. Fifteen!"

He laughs at her. Jo mad was hot, but not so hot he'd let her have her way. "I love you, but no. That's final."

Blowing out a breath, Jo tries to keep herself from vibrating with anger. Closing her eyes, she pinches the bridge of her nose to stem the tears from falling. "I can't believe you," she growls.

Confused, Dean watches as she stalks away. He flinches as the door slams behind her before picking up the discarded book and settling back on the couch. Maybe she just needed time to cool off.

One thing's for sure, he'll definitely be staying out of her way...