"Hmm." It's a slight, soft, non-commital noise as Jo doesn't look behind them.

She doesn't think she's like something that cottoned her pain. It reminded her that she was still alive; that day in the street still had not come for her. That they'd all taken a severe beating over the last few months. That Dean was in one piece, if that was a genuinely loose definition for the weight of his guilt and ownership over all the demon had done. The loss of Jack and Sam felt like someone had ripped out a solid piece of their people.

She has to wonder if it would help Dean any,
but he'd probably feel the same about it.

"How long does it usually take to fade?"