He didn't answer the first question. It seemed rhetorical. And he was pretty sure Jo knew he meant what he said.
It'd be really easy now to talk to her about how much he wanted her to be here to stay. They did a lot of talking, though.
So. Dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know, make merry.
...Are you giving me the last-night-on-earth speech?
What?
... What?
No. If I was, would, uh, would that work?
... No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect.
Not. Going. Anywhere. He wasn't sure about that. But she wasn't going anywhere right now. That was the point he'd missed--and that he'd argue Jo missed, too. Their entire lives were the day before the end of the world. It was really about time he started acting like it.
Dean tilted his head upward toward her and kissed her. It wasn't a little kiss, and it wasn't a goodbye kiss.