Summer came to Sioux Falls and another child to the Winchesters in the way of an 8 lb 3 oz baby boy named John Morgan, in honor of Dean and Jo's fathers. He was the fourth child born to the Winchesters, and quite possibly the last if Jo had anything to say about it. Needless to say, Dean was over the moon with happiness, puffed up with pride and riding a high that was better than any drug money could buy.

One thing they did have control over, however, was keeping Olympians from dropping in to bless or shower their new son with the latest whimsy - the only Olympians allowed within a mile of the new baby were Ayden, Ares, and Demeter, and those three knew better than to drop in unannounced. Especially today, with Dean bringing Jo and John home for the first time.

Dean was hoping for at least a day or so of quiet before the family descended on them to meet the littlest Winchester. From the outside at least, the house appeared quiet as he pulled the Impala into the driveway, a small frown on his face. "You don't think they're gonna throw us a party or anything, do you?"

"I think they know better than to try it," Jo answered. She'd been looking forward to getting out of the hospital for a couple of days, desperate for some Olympian mojo to take away the aches and pains left behind from giving birth. "But hey, if you need me to, I'll stab a bitch. I have a hormonal excuse right now."

Dean couldn't help but snicker at that warning, even though he knew she was eager for one of the Olympians to pop by and give her a little of their mojo. "Think so' I don't know. Ellen seemed pretty eager to get her hands on him."

"She knows better than to try and throw a party, though," Jo pointed out, smiling as she opened her door to climb out. Johnny was in the back seat, lulled to sleep by the car ride in his car seat.

"Stay there!" Dean ordered, grabbing the keys and climbing out of the car to hurry around to her side and help her out, as if she were an invalid. Yes, they'd been through this before, and he never failed to worry about her well-being.

Jo rolled her eyes, laughing at the sight of Dean rushing around the car to her side. "You know, kid," she commented to the sleeping newborn behind her. "Your dad is one hell of a worrywart."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Dean said, offering an arm to help her out of the car. "Don't listen to your mother. I only worry 'cause I care," he added, though the newborn in the car seat was oblivious to his parents' conversation.

"Despite knowing that I am more than capable of looking after myself," Jo said in amusement. "And you. And four children." She kissed Dean's cheek. "I guess I'm not going to be allowed to carry him inside either, huh?"

"Nope," Dean said grinning with pride a moment before the grin faded, and he looked between wife and son. He only had two hands, after all. "Stay here. Sit down and relax while I get the baby," he told her, not wanting her on her feet for too long.

She chuckled. "How about I open the front door and go and sit down on the couch?" she suggested, hoping this was a decent compromise. She was pretty sure she was capable of walking that far on her own.

"Are you sure?" he asked, brows arching upwards. It wasn't like she hadn't been through this before, but he didn't want her to tax herself unnecessarily.

"I'm sure." A few years ago, Jo might have been fiercer in her insistence, but they had been married and parents long enough by now to know each other almost inside out. "Gotta protect my boys, you know." She winked at him teasingly, moving to head for the house.

Dean frowned, watching her a moment before moving to unbuckle their new son from the car seat. "Your mother is a very stubborn woman," he told the newborn, as he very gingerly scooped him up into his arms. "But that's why I love her."

The baby boy grumbled a little as he was lifted up, but settled fast into the crook of Dean's arm, smacking his lips as he yawned. Up on the porch, Jo opened the front door and immediately laughed as a bundle of black and white fur came bounding out to greet her.

"Well, hello, Bandit! Have you been abandoned?"

Dean couldn't help but pause a moment to admire his son, his chest swelling with pride and joy and just a hint of tears in his eyes. Thankfully, no one was there to see him, not even Jo. "You are gonna be so loved," he promised the little one. Better than he ever was as a boy.

"He's so cute," a familiar voice said from immediately behind Dean. "Can I cuddle him?" Ayden rose onto her tiptoes to look over her brother's shoulder, grinning.

Dean sniffled back the tears, hoping his sister didn't notice. "Anyone ever tell you it's rude to sneak up on someone unannounced?" he asked, though he didn't sound angry.

"Probably, but where's the fun in that?" Ayden smiled at her brother affectionately. "I figured I'd drop in fast and do the mojo so Jo doesn't end up bleeding because of excited child hugs."

"She's inside," he said, stating the obvious. "You still wanna cuddle?" he asked, looking just a little reluctant to hand the newborn over, but he knew he'd have plenty of time for cuddles of his own later.

Ayden considered the look on her big brother's face in amusement. "Another time," she conceded. "You might shank me if I hug him for too long today." She patted Dean's back. "C'mon, let's get you two inside."

"It's okay. I'll have plenty of time later," he insisted, carefully handing his sister the baby. "Meet your new nephew, John Morgan," he told her.

Surprised but far from disappointed, Ayden happily took the tiny boy into her arms, stroking her fingertip along his cheek. "Hi, Johnny," she murmured to him. "Welcome to the mad house."

Dean smirked at his sister's greeting. "It's a mad world," he remarked. "Why don't you two go inside while I grab the bags?" he suggested. Maybe it was a good thing Ayden had dropped in when she had. This way, he could empty the trunk, and she could use her mojo on Jo.

"Look at you, being all adorable and grown up dad-like," Ayden teased him fondly. One thing he could be absolutely certain of with his son in Ayden's arms was that no harm would come to the newborn boy, in any way, shape or form. She still waited for him to grab the bags, though, walking ahead of him into the house to find Jo on the couch, head dropped back and eyes closed, making the most of a moment of silence.

"What's the matter with coffee and beer?" he asked, brows furrowing into a scowl. Those were his two favorite kinds of beverage. One helped keep you awake and the other helped you sleep.

"Don't make me turn into the mom in this conversation," his little sister complained with a pained smile. "You're a big boy, you should know this stuff by now."

"So, what am I supposed to drink?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer was water, but why would he want to drink that' It didn't even have any flavor.

"Juice," Jo said, walking back into the room with a pair of glasses of said liquid - one for each of the new parents.

Ayden smirked at her brother. "See" Even your wife knows."

"What kind of juice?" he asked suspiciously. So long as it wasn't tomato. Tomatoes were meant to be eaten, not drank. He knew he should be setting a good example for the kids, but it was hard when one was raised to think Pepsi and Doritos were a meal.

Jo smirked at him. "Mango," she informed her husband. "You think I'd inflict apple juice on you? I'm reliably informed that it both looks and tastes like toilet water."

"It comes out like toilet water, too," he muttered mostly to himself, but loud enough to be heard. He held out a hand for the glass, the newborn cradled in his other arm. "Mango, huh?" he asked, wrinkling his nose suspiciously before taking a sip.

Jo rolled her eyes, chuckling with Ayden as she took a perch on the arm of the chair Dean was ensconced in. It wasn't as though he had never had mango juice before; she had been slipping it into his morning OJ for a couple of years now.

"Tastes a little like OJ," he said, hardly knowing the difference between the two. How he managed to get enough Vitamin C was anybody's guess.

"It's smoother," Jo told him, pretty sure he hadn't had a glass of majority OJ for at least four months by this point.

Ayden smirked at the pair of them, rising to her feet. "I think your circus is on their way home, so I'll leave you guys to settle in before they get here," she said. "I'll drop by with Alex and Mel tomorrow sometime - maybe even Ares."

"Thanks, sis," Dean said, with a sincere smile for his sister and an air kiss, since he had his hands full, juice in one hand and baby in the other.

Grinning, Ayden bent down to kiss her brother's temple, flashing a wink to Jo before she faded from sight.

"You know ....as much as I complain about the popping in and out, your sister has the best timing of all the people we know who can do it," Jo commented.

"I still can't get used to the fact that she doesn't use a door," Dean said. But Jo was right - at least, his sister knew better then to drop in (literally) at the wrong time. He still couldn't get used to the fact that his sister was immortal either.

"C'mon - you know that if you didn't have to use doors, you definitely wouldn't," she responded laughingly, looping her arm about his shoulders as she looked down at father and son.

"Maybe," he said, with another shrug before he reached over to set the mango juice on a table after only one sip. "Happy, baby?" he asked, turning to her with a happy smile of his own. "I know you miss the kids, but they'll be home soon," he told her, touching her cheek.

"I am happy," she promised him, leaning down to kiss his lips affectionately. "Yeah, I missed them the last couple of days, and maybe I'm a little annoyed they weren't here waiting for us, but you know what? That's me and my insecurities. Pretty sure Sam and Becky don't come ahead of us in our kids' hearts."

"That's my fault," he admitted. "I asked them to give us a little time to settle in," he told her. "Besides, did you really want them tackling you before Ayden had a chance to do her magic?" he asked, gesturing with a swirl of his hand in the general direction of her belly.

Jo chuckled. "Don't be reasonable with me, I'm still clinging to the excuse of hormones to avoid taking responsibility for my own weirdness," she told him with a cheerful smile. "But yeah, a twin tackle with a Bertie cherry on top is gonna be tough to take even without a sore middle."

Dean chuckled at the way she put that, like the kids were an ice cream sundae waiting to happen. "They love you," he told her, though she had to know that already.

"I'm glad they do," she answered softly, sliding down off the arm of his chair to cuddle Bandit a little more. Their puppy was growing, though she still had a ways to go before she would be a big girl.

"Oh, boy," Dean said abruptly, chuckling to himself. "Someone's either shooting bunnies or filling his diaper. Wanna guess which?" he asked, patting the baby's bum as if that might help him determine which it was.

"No, but I think I'm gonna make a prediction," his wife countered sweetly. "I predict that any minute now, you're gonna have an eyeful of wee."

"An eyeful?" he echoed. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, looking a little confused. The only way that was going to happen was if he changed little John's diaper.

She flashed him a cheeky grin. "Oh, I think you can work it out," she assured him. "The diaper bag is right next to you, after all."

"This ain't my first rodeo, yanno," he told her. After all, they'd had three children before this one, and one of those three had been a boy, too. Anyway, he had the same equipment. He had learned how not to get hosed.

"Hey, he got a bulls eye up my nose this morning," she pointed out. "You deserve to be baptised the same way." Bandit looked up, her muzzle swinging back and forth between them, tail wagging like mad. She seemed absolutely delighted to have her adult humans back.

"Watch and learn from the master," he told her, getting up from the chair so he could change lay the little one down on the couch and change his diaper. "Can you hand me that bag?"

Becky was leaning in the doorway, watching the reunion with obvious enjoyment. There was something very touching in the way the Winchester children were always so eager to go back to their parents, no matter how much fun they'd had during their time away.

"Daddy, why do I have to have a little brother?" Hope asked as Dean showed Johnny to the girls. She had been the difficult one about having a new sibling right from the start.

"Because your mom and I decided we wanted another child," Dean explained, refusing to lie to them and give them the story about the stork, if he could help it. It wasn't like they went to the baby store to pick one out though.

Hope frowned. "What if you didn't like him?" she asked. "Would you of gived him back for another one?"

Beside her, Anna nudged her sister sharply. "Stop bein' a whiner."

"No," Dean said, patiently. "It's not like buying a pet. You can't take a baby back if you don't like them. It doesn't work that way. He's part of our family now, just like both of you and Bertie."

Hope grumbled to herself for a moment, abandoning Dean in favor of claiming more hugs from the parent not holding a usurper at the moment.

Anna beamed at her father. "She's jelly."

Dean frowned as Hope abandoned him for her mother. "There's no reason for her to be jelly." He shook his head. "I mean jealous. Your mom and I love you all the same," he said, frowning a little as he glanced over at Hope, unsure how to win her over to Johnny's side. "Would you like to hold him?" he asked Anna.

"Am I big 'nough?" was Anna's reply, her big eyes seeming even larger as she lit up hopefully. She knew her limits, even as a five year old, which was probably why Hope hadn't broken any bones yet.

"If you're careful and do as I say," he told her. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll show you how."

This got Bertie's attention. "Can I hold him, too?" he asked, from where he stood snuggled against his mother.

"Yeah, you can," Jo assured him fondly, finally getting to her feet so that both Hope and Bertie could hug her without elbowing each other in the face. "There's going to be lots of time for cuddles, I promise."

Sam was watching his younger counterpart carefully, as well as Hope. They'd had a little brother, too, in their own time, but Anna had been a surprise. He knew Hope would come around in time, but it was hard giving up your place as the baby in the family. "You know, he's gonna need a lot of help from his brother and sisters growing up," he pointed out.

"But helpin' means no time for play, and that's borin'," Hope objected, turning her big green eyes to Sam with a look that he, no doubt, found incredibly familiar.

"Well, he'll want to play when he's older," Sam pointed out further. He had a hard time hiding the smirk from his face, knowing how close Hope and Johnny were destined to become in the future. Hopefully that wouldn't change with Anna in the mix.

"Will you play with me?" Hope asked, transferring her hug from Jo's leg to Sam's, despite the fact that she had been running her biggest brother ragged all day.

Behind them, Becky chuckled, finally moving to close the door at her back as she brought in the bag with all the children’s' bits and bobs. "Sweetcheeks, you've been playing all day," she pointed out. "And you managed to put away a meal bigger than your own head!"

"I'll play with you," Bertie volunteered, stepping in to save the day, at least for now. There would be time to hold the baby later. Right now, it seemed his sister needed him.

Hope beamed at Bertie, having got exactly what she wanted - someone's full attention. She bounced over to her brother, planting a smacker of a kiss on his cheek. "Can we play ball inna garden with Bandit?"

"Okay," Bertie replied, looking to his parents for approval. "Is that okay?" he asked expectantly. For now, he was the obedient son.

"Uh, sure ..." Dean replied, looking to Jo for backup. He saw no reason the kids couldn't take the dog outside to play. It would help them all work off some energy.

"Go for it, dude," Jo assured the little boy, giving him the smile that was always reserved for her eldest son - both versions of him. Hope cheered, rushing for the kitchen and the back door, calling for Bandit on the way.

"You wanna play, too, Anna?" Bertie asked the other twin, who was currently holding her new baby brother. Dean was right there so that the baby wouldn't just get dumped on the couch if Anna decided to join her siblings.

Anna looked so conflicted in that moment. She wanted to be a good girl and cuddle with her new brother, but he was kind of boring, and she knew her bigger brother and sister were a lot more fun. She looked wordlessly to Dean to make the decision for her.

Dean didn't have to read his daughter's mind to know what she was thinking: Babies were boring - at least, until they were old enough to play. He reached for the newborn, carefully rescuing her from the couch. "Go ahead and play. There will be plenty of time to cuddle Johnny later."

"T'ank you, Daddy!" Squirming just a little impatiently until Johnny was lifted off her lap, Anna wriggled down off the couch to seize Bertie's hand and pull him toward the back door, yelling at the top of her lungs for Hope to get ready for a pouncing.

Jo rolled her eyes, laughing. "I think this is the point where I put the coffee pot on and we adjourn to the kitchen."

"I wish I had half their energy," Dean complained, as he moved to his feet with baby John in his arms to follow Jo into the kitchen. He did okay keeping up, but most of his day was fueled by caffeine.

"I guess not," Sam reasoned. He still didn't think it was the same thing. He thought babysitting his siblings was better practice, but he supposed she had a point. "I didn't know you wanted a dog," he said.

"I don't know if I do, that's the problem," she laughed. "We can talk about it another time."

Jo shook her head, laughing at the pair of them. "You two can be adorable at times, you know?"

A dog wasn't something Sam had seen during his little peek at the future, but that didn't mean they hadn't had one. He was confident they were going to have kids anyway, when they were ready. The whole Atlantis thing still made him nervous though, and sometimes he wished Becky would just give the whole thing up.

"Thanks, Mom," Sam said, unsure if that was meant as a compliment or not. They weren't children anymore, after all, but she had told him often enough that he'd always be "her little man". Sam brought the cup of tea over to Becky and join the trio at the table. "He seems like a good baby," he remarked with a nod of his head to Johnny. It was hard to remember that far back, to when he was Bertie's age and Johnny had just come home. It had been a very different world then.

"So much better behaved than the twins were when they popped out," Jo said in amusement, sipping her coffee. "I don't think I've actually heard him cry for more than a couple of minutes - just enough to get our attention so we'll come over to him. Hope could scream for the Olympics."

"Johnny was always ..." Sam trailed off, a thoughtful frown on his face as his mind went back to childhood, to that of Hope and Johnny in a world where there was little hope for the future. He and Hope had changed all that by traveling to the past; they had made a better future for themselves, only Sam had decided to remain in the past. "I don't remember much about him when he was a baby, but he was a good kid. Quiet, thoughtful. We were pretty close."

"I like that you all have such different personalities but with so many similarities," Jo said quietly. "I'm glad they get to grow up together. It's not good to be an only child in a hunting family."

"I don't know anything about Anna though," Sam said, still frowning, a little lost in thought. She was an anomaly to this time line - someone unexpected. He'd had a little glimpse of the future Anna, though, but he'd already told them about that.

"I think that's good for you," Becky said, gently raising Johnny up onto her shoulder as he started to wriggle in her arms. "You struggle enough knowing what you know about what might be coming. Having a friendly who is also a complete unknown kind of grounds you in the present."

"It gets confusing sometimes," he admitted. It wasn't easy trying to keep two timelines straight, much less three. He had a feeling his parents understood, seeing as how they were from an alternate timeline of sorts of their own.

"Yeah, it does," Dean agreed. "But you can't let it mess with your head, Sam. You have to live in the now. The future will take care of itself."

"Here." Becky shifted, moving to lay Johnny into his biggest big brother's arms. "Get in touch with the present before he decides I'm so comfy, I'd make the perfect toilet."

Dean snickered. "Don't worry. He already did that just before you got here," he assured them. He should know; he was the one whose lap got pooped on.

Sam set down his mug to cradle his youngest brother in his arms, looking down into the face that would grow into a familiar one. "You know, I think if things had been different, Mom and Dad might have had another."

Drawing one foot up onto her chair to hug her leg, Jo watched her sons with a gentle smile. "Things are different," she mused. "But we already have another. Who knows" It could happen."

"No, I mean ..." Sam lifted his head, meeting his mother's gaze. In his glimpse of the future, Johnny had still been the youngest, but he and Becky had had two children with another on the way.

"Sam," Dean interrupted, reaching toward his eldest's to draw his thoughts back to the present. "I know it's weird. Believe me, I know, but try not to worry about it. What will be will be."

"We're in a better place than we ever thought we could be," Jo added. "We're in it together, all of us. And no one can take the Winchesters down when we stand together."

"Damn straight," Dean said, smiling proudly at his wife.

She was a Winchester now. They were all Winchesters. They'd been brought here for a reason, and here was where they were going to stay. Saving people, hunting things ....it was the family business. And it would last many more generations to come, if the current crop had anything to say about it.