It did mean a lot to Jo that Dean was actually apologizing to her. He didn't have to, but he was. And then he was giving her that nearly trademark smirk of his, and she felt herself melting almost immediately. She wasn't angry with him, but it still wasn't fair that he could just make her feel like not being so miserable so easily.
"There probably isn't," she said, shrugging her shoulders a little. She had so many questions, but none of them felt right to ask. Either way, they were talking about it now, and she didn't know if she would get another chance again. "Dean...what happened? I mean, I know you said Sam died, but...how? And then when you...went to Hell, how long were you there? How did you get out?" She might have been coming on a little strong, but her curiosity was killing her. And try as she might not to, she felt pity for him. The thought of him being in Hell...she didn't like it, not at all. It made her feel awful.