"Don't apologize." Johnny rested his cheek against the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her as tight as he could without it being uncomfortable for either of them. He gently rubbed at the little bit of skin on her arm that wasn't covered by a bandage. His own eyes were brimming with tears as well, but they were more a culmination of the relief he felt that she was unharmed in the broader sense than what she'd been through. He hated that, he hated that she'd had to endure any kind of torture, but at the moment, he was just happy to see her alive, and happy to be alive to hold her.
Even if that did mean certain things, that being alive.
Johnny thought of all the people that had been there at the end. In the same room, or would be in the room within seconds of the shot ringing out. Castiel was not somebody that they had to worry about. Cas knew before hand, and had been accepting. Johnny thought that probably Anna knew, too. It didn't seem like the angels kept much of anything from one another.
But there were others that he did worry about. Jo, Dean, Rob, all of them born hunters. Max had been there too, but Max was a little... more in the know, he supposed... than anybody else. The others though? Were likely unhappy for more than one reason.
"I suppose I'll have to talk to her sooner or later." He sighed. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation. He imagined that there would be a lot of accusations about what his future self did, despite it not being him. And he would take it, because he'd learned with Mary that it wasn't easy to draw a line between the now and the later.
"But let's not worry about that at the moment, okay? It's just us right here right now. Let's just be us."