"No." Dean said too quickly, eager to withdraw his offer for an out if Jo wasn't interested. He didn't want to spend the night here alone, planning and coming up with one idea after another only to dismiss them as either ridiculous or impossible. "No, I don't want you to leave."
Unable to come up with anything to fill the silence with, Dean took the bottle from Jo and occupied himself with taking another drink. "Do you think he was right?" he asked, eying Jo tiredly. "Do you think Sam's in his world with that damned yellow eyed demon?" The last time they had been around the yellow eyed bastard Sam had gotten kidnapped and killed. What if they were too late? What if they got Sam back only to find he had gotten stabbed again, or worse? Dean knew Sam--at least, Dean knew his Sam--and Sam could never do the awful things that this creature did. He could never fit in.