"That's not really sounding like a bad thing," she said with a bit of a smirk.
Worried felt like one of those words that was a borderline understatement to her at the moment. She had worried about Heather, worried that Dean and Sam would do something utterly stupid, that Lilith would decide she was expendable after all or simply get bored with her. But that seemed so inconsequential to her now compared to the new fears that kept her better from being a fine.
She wasn't an idiot and she had spent nearly every night with Dean for months now. She knew he remembered something about his time in hell, maybe not so much awake but she knew he dreamed about it. She was pretty sure though if what Lilith had said about the last ten years was true it was still something he hadn't remembered. And she could only hope if it was true, it would be something he would never have to remember, never have to deal with.
Jo titled her head to look up at him. "I'll be fine," she assured him, and could almost believe it mostly.