Jo considered that through another swig and held the bottle back toward him.

"How do you mean?"

There was a lot of 'being stuck with what happened outside of here' going on, the thought of which makes Jo's gaze shift back to the heavy door again. Dean on the other side of it. The way he'd remembered things from there and woke up with The Mark still on him here. Lost it there, lost it here. She didn't want things to change from the only threadbarest thread of hope she had.

That it was beaten out there, and he lived at least an entire decade on. That maybe they could still beat it in here. That they were goddamn lucky Geralt or Ciri had been willing to try after earlier today/