It wasn't. And he figured she knew that, too. It wasn't like people came back from the dead every day. And if they did, it wasn't like they got to find the people they cared about every day. This crap didn't happen. None of it should. When it did there was usually some kind of reason.
A romantic would say it was 'meant to be.' Since his parents had gotten together so he and Sam could be vessels... he wondered if there wasn't something like that at work here, too. Why did Ellen have to be here? It had to be her?
He put the cup down and put his arms around Jo instead, and smiled at her.
"Good."
A second or two went by. The liquor was working well enough for Dean to say something half-stupid, and think it sounded good. "It's not like I intentionally haven't been trying to sleep with you," he said. "The plan generally includes a lot of sleeping with you... and then the plan doesn't get to happen."
It was just this side of moronic, but he was buzzed enough for it to come off cute.