( Sometimes, Dean could be kind of a moron. Jo would never understand why he insisted on blaming himself for every damn thing that went wrong in the world, but it got old pretty quick. She'd taken on that Hell Hound for him because it was the right thing to do. She'd been in Carthage because she was a hunter and that was her life. And, contrary to what Dean might think, she hadn't gone into hunting because of a dumb crush on him. She wanted to be like her dad, and she had done her best to live her life in a way that would make him proud. If Dean wanted to act like her dying was somehow on him, and not the product of her life and her choices, well he could just stow that kind of thinking right quick. She made mistakes but she owned them. )

I don't doubt you do, sweetheart. ( If there was one thing Dean could be counted on for, it was doing things that made people want to smack him upside his stupidly pretty head. She had no doubt that if she hung around him, she knew she was gonna wind up wanting to strangle him before too long. ) Just asking. Jeez. Stop getting your panties in a twist, princess. ( She took the shirt, pulling it over her head and knotting on the side where it was too big for her. )

Thanks. That's much better. ( She gave an amused snort as he stole Cas's shirt to replace his own, shaking her head. Stealing shirts from unconscious angels, Dean? Real classy. She looked around, frowning as she didn't spot anything resembling a hospital. She couldn't find a thing. ) No. Town looks pretty small. Think there might be a pharmacy or something, but that's it. ( She rested her hand on his arm, lighter this time, more to comfort than to hold him back. ) Dean, we'll figure this out. Cas'll be fine.