His eyebrows furrowed when Jo lifted her shirt up. She was entirely in one piece, which was already kind of amazing since she'd been blown to bits.
"Do you have any scars you shouldn't have?" he asked. "Like a handprint. On your shoulder or somewhere."
So. A year gone. Did I miss anything big? Are you still charming the pants off women all across the 48 continental states?
Dean smiled, very slightly.
She'd missed a lot.
"I actually tried the monogamy thing," he said, nodding, proud of himself. "I've been living... I WAS living... with Lisa and her son. But I kept tellin' her hunting might not be something I could stop doing. And that it would mean they were never safe."
He didn't plan on going back. It wasn't fair to them, and it made him a dick, but it was better.
He thought about how to say the rest.
"Sam's... Sam threw himself into the pit. To make Lucifer go. He let him use him as a vessel, he beat the shit outta me, and then got clear for a second and tossed himself in."