Growing Up

Make-overs

"Dean! Are you done flirting?" Sam yelled out the front door, Mary clinging to his chest.

"Shut up, Sammy!" Dean called back, watching Jo laugh as she parked her car.

"Done flirting?" Jo smirked, her arms leaning on the top of her car.

"Depends, are you, Harvelle?" Dean snapped back, obviously proud of his answer.

"Not really, but Mary, sweetie, your hair." Wiped the smirk right off Dean's face.

Mary turned her head around sleepily, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Hi Jo."

"Hey there." She replied, rubbing Mary's back. "How are you?" She looked up to Sam, absentmindedly holding the strap of the bag that swung on her shoulder.

"Eh. Been better." He responded, giving the best smile he could muster. Jo nodded and patted his shoulder as she lead the way in.

"So, as the Godmother, I declare that it's dress-up time!" Jo grinned and tickled Mary's arm, setting her bag down. Mary held onto Sam's T-shirt sleeves as she leaned to get a better look at Jo's bag. "Come 'mere." Jo held out her hands and took Mary, showing off the bag. She had make-up, nail polish, movies, candy, and a wrapped box that she said was 'a present for Daddy'. "Okay, so why don't you go get all your make-up and nail polish," Jo whispered 'and we'll put some on Daddy and Uncle Dean' in Mary's ear and she went running.

"What did you tell her?" Dean asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

"Oh, just girl stuff." Jo waved him off and sat on the couch as Bobby walked in. "Hey, Bobby." She smiled.

"Well hello, Jo." Bobby smiled and sat in the chair beside Sam.

"Okay. Dean, sit down." Sam said, and Dean plopped down beside Jo, stretching his arm out. "Now. What did it say?" Sam asked, staring at his brother. Rather at the space his brother was in.

Dean sighed and looked up at his brother's pleading amber eyes. "It smoked out of Mary and into Jess. She had uh, she died in that parking lot."

"Why?" Sam croaked out.

"Some black eyed son of a-" Jo threw her hand over Dean's mouth and tossed her head toward the hall before removing her hand and grinning wide. "-wanted revenge." Dean grunted.

Sam nodded slowly and breathed out. "So how are we gonna fix it?"

"I, uh." Dean took a deep breath, "I already took care of that."

"What did you do?" Bobby roared. Jo's eyes grew wide and she shifted her body to be turned to Dean. Sam's eyes focused in on his brother and he sat up a little straighter. Dean was silent for a moment and Jo repeated Bobby's question, and sounded dangerously like Ellen.

"I've made up my mind, I can't stand to see the two of you so heart-broken." Dean gestured to Sam as Mary came running in.

"Okay, Jo, I've got all my polish and make-up right here. And I need you to braid my hair if you can, because," She crawled onto Jo's lap and whispered into her ear, "Uncle Dean isn't very good at it, but don't tell him."

"Okay." Jo grinned and nodded her head. "Do you have any good dress-up dresses?"

"Oh, I have lots! Do you wanna see?" Mary asked, bouncing on Jo's lap.

"Well yea!" Jo told her, "Why don't you model some of them for us?" Jo asked, and Mary went crazy.

"Yes! Yes yes!" Mary called, scurrying back to her bedroom, and Jo sat Mary's bag on the floor.

"How long do you have?" Jo turned her attention back to Dean.

"Look, I've already made up my mind." Dean said, pulling his arm off the couch behind Jo. The three other hunters looked at each other. What Dean basically just said was, I haven't made the deal yet. And that was all they needed to hear, and Dean knew it.