But he did. He had failed both of them. He was always supposed to take care of Sam, always. And ever since he'd met Ellen Harvelle, he'd made damn sure to try to take care of Jo, too.
He couldn't tell her anything useful, so he just nodded. On a rational level, he knew Jo was right. But Dean Winchester wasn't really a rational guy. He didn't do a lot of thinking with his head. His heart did most of it.
Dean finished his ridiculously large bite of sandwich and turned toward Jo. He grabbed her hand and held it, and pulled her down into his lap. He wanted to say he should've been there, that she shouldn't have been gone so long. It wasn't really going to do any good, though.