Jo didn't fight it when Dean pulled her into his lap. Instead, she curled into him. She placed feather-light kisses on his lips, then his cheek, and then his neck before resting her head on his shoulder.
"It's over," she whispered. "I'm here now."
In her mind, she didn't think it would have changed much if he'd gone looking for her earlier. If whatever it was had wanted her out of sight that badly, there wouldn't have been a whole lot Dean could do. She didn't blame him for that, and she didn't blame him for what had happened. And since she was back and okay, it wasn't something either of them needed to dwell on. Except to find answers about what was going on, of course.