When Dean jumped, so did Jo, the sound of the bottles clattering causing her to even gasp a little. It had been so quiet and still, and she hadn't expected any noise to come from Dean, so it surprised her. She gave him a lopsided smile in response, but otherwise said nothing. She really couldn't think of anything to say.
And then he did something unexpected once again, bringing up a subject that Jo didn't think he would ever talk about again, let alone voluntarily do so. She frowned immediately, leaning up against the bar beside Dean and looking down at a scratch in the wood for the longest time.
"You don't really owe me an apology," she said, still staring downward. Her mind was screaming LIE over and over, but she just couldn't bring herself to act like an angry girlfriend who had just found out her boyfriend had spent time in Hell and never told her. That wasn't the case. He didn't owe her an apology, an explanation, nothing.