Dean might not be good about talking about feelings, but he was GREAT at eating them.
Pretty much a god, indeed. Too bad it was his way of avoiding talking to Jo about everything--or trying to avoid it.
A significant chunk of time. Dean sighed, shaking his head. He sank into the unoccupied chair.
"Sam's back. That's... that's..."
He really didn't want to finish that sentence. He was hoping Jo would just get it on the stutter alone. That was why it'd taken him so long to go after her. He was too busy making sure Sam was okay.
"Other'an that..."
He thought of the last month or so. He'd met Julian. Phaedra... He smirked. "Phaedra's got a boyfriend or something. I dunno... there's no big Hellmouthy goodness, other than appearances and disappearances."