The last day had not been especially easy for Dean either. He felt like some awkward high school girl, wanting to see Jo and then wanting to avoid her because of the possibility of another talk. He knew that Sam thought that talking was something he and Jo needed to do, but Dean didn't agree. Talking was something that made more problems, and as far as he was concerned what he and Jo were doing was much better as it was with no problems.
However, there was a sense of satisfaction there for Dean. Though he wasn't used to being as exclusive to one woman as he had been to Jo, at least Jo wasn't seeing anyone else.
He heard the knock on the door, and he opened it without even checking the peephole. Being dead and coming back would make you a bit less cautious, it made you feel like you were invincible.
"Hey..." He said, moving out of the doorway so that she could come in, then closing the door behind her. "How's the hangover coming?"