He could really get used to this. And that was the problem.
Jo had... they had no idea where she'd been, what had happened. She was here now, yeah. But she might not be for long. She might not stay. He might end up alone.
No matter how much he said anything else, that was his biggest fear.
He wrapped his arms around her and breathed her in, placing a kiss on the back of her neck. It'd been a constant stream of bullshit, being in York. This was the longest relationship Dean had ever had that didn't involve sex--and it wasn't intentional. It wasn't how he wanted it.