Jo stood then. She walked over to Dean and leaned over and put her arms around him. She gave him a little squeeze and kissed him on the forehead. She didn't exactly want to get between the man and his breakfast sandwich, but she thought that reassuring him was a little more important.
"You didn't have anything to do with what happened to me. Or to Sam."
She wasn't going to reassure him that Sam would be all right now that he was back. She wanted to. She really wanted to. But she wasn't going to dole out empty promises and she didn't honestly know how Sam would be now. She'd seen a little glimpse of what hell was like, and she was trying not to think about spending months there.
She also knew that she could tell him not to blame himself for things until she was blue in the face and it wouldn't make a difference, but she still had to try.