Jo let that apology fall where it got put out without touching it. Even for all the bad that touches Hunter's lives, and a lot falls under 'the not pretty' carpet pullover act, she doesn't think her life sucks. She does think The Life sucks. There isn't a single thing she'd rather be doing. Anywhere. On any world. In any life.

She'd fought, bled, and sacrificed all she held dear for that truth.
(And she was going to die just like she'd sworn. Doing this job. Not regretting it.)





That name stops her in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed because no, like he couldn't, could he? She gambles on it for broke, because why the fuck not, it won't matter if it doesn't stick at all. "Castiel. Like the Angel Castiel?"

Beat. More pinpointed even. "Like Dean, and Sam, and Cas—Castiel?"