Allowing Jo to her piece, Sam briefly acknowledges the uptick in his own nerves at the idea, the image of her body being violently broken by Dean still close on his mind. He isn't sure how Jo's maintaining, except that this is Jo and if she showed even a blip of hesitation, she'd need to do four times the rework to feel herself again.

Still, Sam knows. How can he not? He sees it in her determination, but the heft of it is so obvious all he can do is hope to be supportive. There's no coming back from seeing that blanked out anger turned toward you, no forgetting, but if anyone can turn something horrible into something productive, it's going to be Jo.

Splaying his hands, Sam's attention drifts as he comes to many of the same conclusions as Jo. Beyond removing alienation from the scenario — Dean certainly doesn't need that — Sam knows that his brother will be hyper aware of what he'd done, probably drinking and cradling his head and flailing at the walls knowing how he'd lost control.

Finally, he nods. Sam doesn't expect another attack any time soon even if it's a gamble to do so.

"What are you going to say to him?" he asks, curiosity not spared for this. He wants to know despite the potential ramifications of butting in where maybe he isn't needed.