No, it wasn't what he asked, but he wasn't the only one who was good at selectively answering an inquiry. Especially in this situation, being taken care of was something she wasn't used to lately. Especially by someone like Dean. She took the bottle from him, thankful though that he had thought to grab them. "Thanks," she said twisting off the cap. She washed a couple of the pills down with the water and set the bottle on the table between the beds.
She looked up at him at his words. It struck her as odd that in barely a day the thing that had made the least amount of sense in her life was suddenly the only thing that made sense. Jo pushed herself up off the edge of the bed and moved over to where Dean was.
She knew she couldn't promise him that she wouldn't get hurt again before this was all over. Even if she went against what she wanted and stayed out of it, she still couldn't make that promise. She let her hand reach out slightly, brushing her fingers against his lightly before falling back. "I'll be okay," she could promise that at least.