Molly could hate him all she wanted. Dean really didn't care right now. What he cared about wasn't even showing on his face.
It was that now, Harry probably knew all about everything. Including the stuff he never let people like Bobby see. It didn't take a genius, or a wizard, to know that Dean could beat himself up over things in a way that was damn near unfathomable. But those things? All that guilt? The way he didn't really believe, not really, that he was worth anything?
That was a bit much to just suddenly realize someone you barely knew not only saw, but understood.
Dean nodded. "I'll think about it."
He gave Jo a weak smile, half toward over the moon to be leaving after all of that.
...but I'd rather not have given more to you, either. That's... going to stay with you for a while, too.
"I don't really wanna sound like a bastard, here," Dean said, eyebrows raising, "but if you saw even a fifth of what I think you saw, you already know what my nightmares are about. Don't get me wrong, I really coulda done without knowing... like... ALL of that."
He smiled sadly at Harry. None of it was about Sam.
It was still painful, what he saw. It was fucking awful, and it was comparable to Dean's life. Especially the part about the girl. They'd have to talk.
He nodded. And he backed out of the room before turning around and heading for the door.