"Well, they can't really unwrap this one just yet," she laughed, plating up the potatoes. One by one, the serving dishes made their way over to the table, laid out for people to help themselves.
"You realize Ellen probably already knows, and Sam probably has a pretty good idea," he pointed out. One by one, each place was set with about as much care as a man like Dean Winchester was wont to give. All that really mattered to him was that his family was all together, safe and sound, despite the chaos.
"And Ayden, too," she agreed in amusement. "But it would be a surprise for the others." She paused, reaching out to gently curl her hand to his jaw. "I don't mind who knows, or when, baby. Your present, your decision."
"Well, you know, I have a little surprise for you, too," he told her, with a playful gleam in his eyes. He'd had plenty of time to give her a present before the kids were up, but for some reason, he was only mentioning it now.
"Oh, really?" She raised her brows, grinning at the look on his face. "And here I thought you'd already given it to me before we got out of bed. How wrong I was."
"That's not just for you, though," he admitted, since he got just as much fun from their romps as she did. "I mean, a real present," he said, a mischievous grin on his face that said he knew something she didn't.
"Because that look doesn't make me suspicious at all," she countered laughingly, looping her arms about his waist. "You seem to be feeling the need to give me this present before we all sit down to eat, hmm?"
"Mmm ... Maybe," he murmured, that smirk still on his face, as his looped his arms around her waist. They were in danger of letting breakfast get cold, but he was having a hard time keeping her "present" a secret much longer.
"Decide quickly, princess," she warned with a grin, rising onto her toes to kiss him. "Or face the wrath of Bobby when he sits down to a cold breakfast."
Except for the fact that even Bobby was in on the surprise, but how was she to know that? "Okay, close your eyes," he told her, backing away and waiting for her to do as he instructed.
Jo sighed through her smile, obediently closing her eyes. She laid her hands on her hips, expecting something embarrassing or ticklish to happen to her at any moment.
Dean waved a hand in front of Jo's face to make sure she wasn't peeking, before she heard the sound of feet shuffling as he went to the back door to fetch her present from an accomplice who he'd made arrangements with on the sly. The only real sound that might give the surprise away was the sound of a muffled whimper and more shuffling feet.
Jo's head turned toward the sound, suspicion touching the smile on her face once again. "Let me guess," she said in amusement. "It's not another knife for my collection."
"Do you really need another knife, baby?" Dean asked. Besides, what kind of present was that? No, he'd gotten her something much better than that, as evidenced by the sound of a small "Woof".
Whatever she might have said, it was lost in a sudden snort of laughter at the unmistakable sound that followed his question. "Well, I've never heard a knife make that sound coming out of a sheath before."
"Open your eyes!" he said, more nervous about her reaction to his "present" than he had been when he'd asked her to marry him. If she told him to take it back, it just might break his heart.
"So commanding, Mr. Winchester," she teased, but opened her eyes just as he told her to. It took a moment to readjust to the light, but as she did, she automatically focused her gaze onto the adorable ball of fluff in her husband's hands. "Oh ..."
"Well? What do you think?" he asked, scritching the little ball of fluff's chin while he held it in his arms. There had been a time when he hadn't been very fond of dogs, but a lot had changed since he'd married Jo. Besides, this wasn't a dog - it was a puppy!
"Oh, my god ..." Jo laughed as she reached out for the tiny dog, letting it sniff her fingers before her hand joined Dean's in scritching its fur. "Aren't you gorgeous? Is it a boy or a girl?" she asked, giggling just a little as the puppy licked her palm.
"It's a girl," Dean replied, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. "I, uh ... I know I said I don't like dogs, but ... How can you resist that face?" he asked.
"She's adorable," Jo assured him. Her own wariness of dogs was very specific to hellhounds, and since she could now see those, dogs in generals weren't such an issue. "Can I hold her? What's her name?"
"I, um ... haven't named her yet," he said, carefully handing the puppy to Jo and hoping she didn't pee on her. "I know I should have asked you first," he told her, especially considering the news she had shared with him a little while ago.
"Hey, you." Though Dean seemed worried about her reaction, it couldn't be more obvious that Jo was delighted with her unexpected present, gathering the excited little canine into her shoulder and laughing as the puppy licked her cheek. "She's beautiful. Thank you." With her free hand, she drew him close to kiss him. "Stop worrying so much. Pretty sure a lot of other people would have stopped you if this was a bad idea."
Dean smiled, relieved that Jo seemed pleased with her gift, though he wasn't sure she'd feel the same the first time the puppy peed on the carpet. "Sam said we had a dog, but ... he didn't tell me what kind. I didn't believe him at first ... until I saw her."
"She's perfect," Jo told him, her smile still wide with pleasure. "It'll be good for the kids, too. And I'll have someone to keep me company on the nights I can't sleep coming up." She winked at him teasingly.
"Don't I keep you company?" he asked, despite her teasing, as he scritched the puppy behind the ears. He was just about to say something else when there was a stampede of little feet and an audible gasp as the younger set found them with the puppy.