Jo glanced over again as he said the second part. An apology is not something she's expecting at all. Not even one placed to center on a quiet admission of what kind of choices he'd never have made himself, and it felt insane that it was still only a few hours ago Jo found herself in that room. What she'd thought. The flash of full black eyes, the rage that slammed into a wall. What still felt like it would make more sense.

Or be easier to hold on to.
But she didn't look away from him.

Thinking about the words she'd said. Why.

"Yeah. Dean was there." Him. Sam. Her mom. Some part of her feels like that list is incomplete, but that's alt. Them, and Meg. The only faces. It feels like an itch she can't reach. But it comes to that question. She focused on the wall. "Dean said no to Meg's tea party invite by shooting at the hound. We all ran."

"It jumped him. And he went down."
Jo was staring hard at that wall.


She can hear Dean yelling.

She can hear the gun firing.


"I couldn't leave him there."
She hadn't even thought about it.