Jo wasn’t stupid. She’d seen the conversation between Anna and Cas and assumed that Anna could probably have made him feel better with a touch of angel-mojo. But she, personally, was kinda craving the company, and she kind of had a feeling that Cas did too. So she offered the soup if he wanted it, and since he did, she agreed to head over. He’d said his kitchen was fully stocked, but she stopped at the store on her way to pick up fresh chicken, cold medicine, and ginger ale. Scotch too, though she didn’t think they would really get to that today. Letting herself into his cabin, she left everything in the kitchen except the medicine and made her way to his room. Reaching the door, she knocked softly.
“Cas? It’s Jo.” She nudged it open and poked her head around, then smiled and stepped in to head over to him. “C’mon, you don’t look so bad.” That was a lie, but she was trying to be nice. Moving over, the blond sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in to lightly kiss his forehead – a trick she had learned from her mom to check someone’s temperature. Jo hadn’t been sick since she was a kid, but she remembered her mom doing things like that. “We’ll get you feeling better in no time.”