Weirdly, Jo wouldn't be too surprised to hear the take on that. After reading all of the Carver Edlund books, there are a fuck ton of things that seems to just work out for Sam, Dean, and Cas, especially when it seems like there's no way to get out of it. Heaven and Hell and everything in between makes things somehow work out, maybe for what seemed worse, but surviving onward regardless.

Jo doesn't get to make the slight noncommittal noise that almost came up at the note about Castiel—she hadn't talked to anyone about it, none of them had; it was a family thing—but the words keep coming, and Jo's face tightens a little, curiosity and a weird touch of uncomfortable edge.

"Really?"

She hasn't thought hard about it today, aside from being glad Castiel isn't dead, but she still isn't sure she ever can have those. Or if she does, whether it'll be impossible to come back or wake up again. Still, she looks down at him, holding her hand out for the bottle again, curious about things she's never needed to ask about.