"The master, he says," Jo said to the dog, already stretching for the bag. "Gets started without having all his tools in one place, but he's the master." Bandit barked in agreement, though chances were it was just because she was being spoken to. Jo grinned at Dean as she passed him the bg. "Even Bandit knows when you're grandstanding."
"I may be the master, but I still only have two hands, Padawan," he teased. "And you stay out of it," he playfully scolded the dog, waggling a finger at her. "Traitor," he murmured again. The first thing he had to do was unwrap the newborn from his blankie, which was simple enough. Then, came the jammies and the onesie, and finally, the big reveal. Dean waved a hand in front of his face. "Phew, kid. You must take after your mother."
Jo snorted with laughter. "Dude, you are not making friends with comments like that," she informed her husband cheerfully, leaning back against the chair. Bandit was practically on her lap at this point, as clingy as any of the children.
"You're not my friend; you're my wife," Dean countered with a stupid grin. Jo should know he was only kidding, after all, and Bandit didn't know any better. "Okay, let's do this," he said, almost wishing he had a clothes pin so he could pin his nose closed. He very carefully unfastened the corners of the diaper, to take a peek at the mess waiting for him. "Ewww."
"Wow! That is something, all right!" Laughing, Jo leaned away from the miasma that rose from John's derriere while Dean set to work on him.
It wasn't easy to keep that hose covered while wiping up the mess, which seemed to seep into every crack and crevice available. "How can such a tiny being make such a big mess?" Dean wondered as he did his best to mop up the mess.
"Because he's your son, and there's no known cure?" Jo suggested impishly, glancing up as Bandit barked suddenly, running toward the door with her tail wagging. "I think we have company."
"Sounds like the kids are home," Dean said, making as quick work of the diapering as he could without getting hosed. He had to make sure he kept a diaper or a wipe covering that thing at all times, which was not an easy feat with those little arms and legs wiggling.
Bandit was, as usual, a little previous with her announcement of people at the door. Jo laughed as she heard the sound of a car coming to a stop in the drive. "You've got a minute or two, princess."
"I swear that dog is psychic," Dean said, though it was more than likely her enhanced canine hearing and not any unusual powers. "I got it, I got it!" he said, feeling like he was taking part in some game show where he had to finish changing the diaper within in a certain time frame.
"Don't you wish a psychic dog on us, Dean Winchester," Jo scolded in amusement, pulling herself up onto her feet to escort said dog to the door and pull it open, grinning at the sight of Becky and Sam wrangling the children out of the car.
"Too weird?" he asked, wondering if there was such a thing where they were concerned. They'd certainly seen stranger things than psychic dogs in their day. "Well, now, little man ... Are you done pooping your brains out for now?" he asked the small one.
The newborn flailed his arms, managing to rub his nose on the third try, oblivious to the fact that the people who were going to be the center of his world were accelerating toward his mother at that very moment. Bandit pranced out of the way as Jo crouched down, unable to brace herself in time as Bertie, Anna, and Hope barreled straight into her. She went over backwards with all three on top of her, laughter filling the house.
Thank God for Ayden or that would have been a very painful moment for Jo. In the meantime, Dean was busy getting the baby back into his jammies and blankie without him screaming in protest. He murmured quietly to the newborn, one hand on his tummy to soothe him before picking him back up and settling him over a shoulder while he dumped the offensive diaper in the trash.
Totally pinned to the ground beneath her older children, Jo was still chuckling even as the twins peppered her with kisses, making a point of catching Bertie's eye to smile and blow him a kiss from her prone position.
Bertie hung back a little to allow his sisters to smother their mother in hugs and kisses. He smiled at his mother's gesture, catching the kiss in his hand and pressing it to his lips. He knew he'd get a real one later.
"I told you they missed you," Dean said, moving over to greet the children, with a small bundle slung over one shoulder.
"That's one hell of a welcome!" Jo exclaimed in agreement, pushing herself to sit up as Hope and Anna turned their attention to hugging Dean's legs. She opened her arm to drag Bertie in for a tight hug, blowing raspberries on his neck in greeting.
Bertie hugged his mother close, giggling even as he looked a little indignant at her chosen show of affection. "Mom, I'm not a baby!" he scolded, though he made no move to push her away.
"Well, hello! I missed you, too!" Dean told the girls, unable to move, even if he wanted to, with one girl wrapped around each leg.
Hope beamed up at Dean, always happy to see her daddy, but Anna's eyes were fixed on the bundle on his shoulder. "Is that that baby, Daddy?" she asked hopefully.
In the doorway, Jo laughed at Bertie's objection. "Nah, you'll always be my little man," she informed her son. "Just ask your brother." She nodded to Sam through the open door with a grin.
"Yep, wanna meet him?" Dean asked the twins, looking from one to the other. "You have to be really gentle with him though because he's still little," he warned them.
"I stopped being a little a long time ago," Sam said, as he stepped inside and set the kids' overnight bags down on the floor. "How are you feeling?"
"Still my little man," Jo insisted. "I am pretty good. I think I narrowly missed a concussion there, but child-inflicted injuries are easy to handle." She grinned at Sam. "How were they?"
Bertie snuggled in close to his mother, as if he was worried about being lost in the crowd as seemed to happen sometimes when the whole family was together. "Good, but they missed you," he said, turning back to see what was taking Becky so long.