Jo put her arms-or rather, Molly's arms-around Dean and squeezed gently. She rested her head against his shoulder, her face buried into his neck.
"I know you didn't," she said quietly. "Can't say I ever wanted you to experience hell either."
Finding out that Dean had died had been hard for her. Finding out the circumstances behind that death had kept her awake most nights. It had weighed on her to know that he was suffering.
The soulgaze had certainly changed some of the things she might see when looking at him, and it had brought a deeper understanding of a lot of things that she was pretty sure Dean would never have talked to her about. What it didn't change was how she felt about him.
"I love you," she whispered. But it wasn't her voice that whispered it, and it still wasn't her body that was curled up with Dean's.
This was all kinds of wrong.
She cleared her throat and broke the embrace.
"We're supposed to meet up with Molly at Harry's. I'm hoping he'll have some kind of quick fix to end this Freaky Friday moment." she forced a small smile.