Dean would've asked what the hell that was supposed to mean, except that Jo was smiling a little when she said what she said.
When she kept going, Dean silently congratulated any male member of the human race who'd managed to keep a relationship going for any solid length of time. Where the hell was she getting all of this? Really? What? This didn't make any sense. He supposed he could sort of see where everything was coming from, but it was such a stretch from his perspective, he just was reeling.
"Jo, neither of those things...no."
Dean sighed. He wasn't going to get through his sandwich in peace. He'd warned her he was bad at this. Bad at relationships. He'd said it quite a lot, actually. "I don't blame you, and I don't wanna break up with you."