The archangel chuckled, disappearing in a heavy thump of unseen wings.
Jo lowered the gun and looked at her husband. "How is it that Crowley is the more reasonable one?"
"Good question," Dean said, not disagreeing with her. "Why the hell would I kill a hunter who's after Gabriel's nemesis? That doesn't make any sense, unless he's afraid she'll mistake him for Loki. All he has to do is keep his head down, and he'll be fine, so long as ..." Dean trailed off, realizing Gabriel probably hadn't confessed everything. "If Gabriel is afraid of Loki, that means Loki knows how to summon him and kill him."
"So he's going to be sticking to Heaven for the foreseeable future so he can't be summoned," Jo agreed thoughtfully. "But why would a hunter be after Loki in the first place? I mean ... he's obviously been keeping a low profile; we hadn't heard anything about him being in the States until today so his movements are quiet. If he's going after Gabriel, then why would a hunter want to stop him? Angels are almost as much trouble as demons."
"Yeah," Dean agreed with a scowl at Jo's first statement. He wasn't too surprised at Gabriel's reaction to the news that Loki was hunting his ass. Fleeing to Heaven with a tail between his legs was typical of the arch-angel. "Angels are worse. At least, you can bargain with demons," Dean pointed out, not really having much of an answer to her question. "Maybe she's not trying to kill him. Maybe she's tracking him for some other reason," he suggested, after a moment's thought.
"Hmm." Jo perched on the arm of his chair, rubbing her hand against her neck. "Did Sam say anything about Loki or this Kristen person?"
"Not really," Dean said, turning quiet to go over their conversation in his head a moment. "Loki is the Trickster God. He doesn't seem to care about much, but creating chaos ... and things have been pretty orderly lately. Sam did mention an interesting tidbit about the hunter though. He said she's a witch, but that she's not connected to demons. I'm not sure how he knows that."
Looping her arm around his shoulders, Jo slithered down onto Dean's lap just because she could. "How do you become a witch without demons being involved?" she queried, not entirely sure she bought it. "I mean, they sell their souls, right?"
"Not necessarily. According to Sam, not all witches are connected to demons, and not all of them sell their souls to obtain power. Not all witches use black magic either. He claims some of them are actually benevolent. Hard to believe, I know," Dean said, with a scowl. The only thing he hated more than witches was demons.
Jo was quiet for a long moment, absent-mindedly kissing his hairline as she thought over their options. "Okay, then," she said eventually. "We introduce ourselves and find out what the deal is from her. With Ayden in the room, so she can't lie to us."
Dean tilted his head to smile at his wife. "Brilliant plan. I was just about to suggest it," he said, though nothing could be farther from the truth. While Dean was the brawn, Jo was definitely the brains of this team. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" he asked, his smile turning lustful.
She tilted her head, her lips curving in a warm smile as she met his gaze. One fingertip slipped down his nose to tap against his lips mischievously. "Not since this morning," she admitted, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You really should tell me more often. More than four hours and I start to feel unloved."
"Maybe you should punish me then," Dean suggested further with a grin that could only be described as lascivious. He pulled her closer, his arms going around her. It was unlikely they were going to talk shop again for at least a few hours.
Laughing, she nuzzled close, pressing her lips to his. "You're an incorrigible pervert, Dean Winchester," his wife informed him in loving tones.
Dean shrugged. "I know. That's why you love me," he said, scooping her up in his arms as he moved to his feet and started in the direction of their bedroom.
"One of the reasons why I love you," she corrected him, letting loose another laugh as he lifted her up off her feet. "You just love manhandling me, don't you?"
"Hey, I'm the one who deserves a spanking, remember?" he said with a smirk, as he made a beeline for the bedroom. "You can tell me all the reasons you love me when I'm finished."
"Depends who gets my attention first, you or the girls," Jo warned teasingly. After all, the twins were probably due a feed and a change pretty soon, though thankfully Bertie was sleeping through the night.
"We'll tag team, like we always do," he told her. He wasn't afraid of taking his turn at childcare, even if that did mean changing poopy diapers. "How about a quickie, Mrs. Winchester?" he asked, kissing her cheek as he hip-checked the door open.
"Mmm, that'll do for starters." She grinned, looping her arms about his neck to press a slow kiss to his lips. Even after several years and three children, nothing could top just how much Jo loved Dean. It had taken him long enough - and a death or two - to work it out.
For Dean, Jo had been the one who'd gotten away. In his heart, he'd always known she'd been the one for him. Losing her had almost broken him, but not anymore. Being with her now, in this new life they'd been given, had only made him stronger. Strong enough to beat anything that came their way, and that included a certain egotistical angel and his immortal nemesis.
After all, Gabriel wasn't the only one with gods on his side.