She took the beer he'd handed her rather graciously, knowing that they both needed alcohol now more than ever. She really didn't care that two bottles were going missing from the inventory, unpaid for. It wasn't anything either of them would lose the job over.
Taking a long pull of beer, Jo shook her head, grimacing a little. "No, I can't. That's still way too weird."
As she listened to him, Jo could feel both her stomach and her heart twisting uncomfortably. She was hoping he would break out into a grin and tell her it was all just a joke, that he was only messing with her, but that never happened. It was all very real, and as much as she hated it sometimes, she cared about Dean, probably more than anyone else besides her own mother, and it hurt to hear him describe the things he'd gone through. It ended with him showing her the handprint that curved around his arm, and by that time, Jo's grip on the bottle of beer was so tight that her knuckles were white, and she had a lump in her throat that she couldn't swallow down.
"I don't...really know what to say, Dean," she replied quietly, shaking her head a little as she looked over at him. "That's..." She sighed deeply and took another drink, wanting to be as drunk as possible as quickly as possible. She wanted Dean to be as drunk as possible as quickly as possible.