Cas pealed himself off the bed drawn out by Jo's voice, the pizza, the beer and... he knew Heather had entrusted the drugs to Jo. It had been twelve hours and he was ready for more. "Hey, beautiful," he smiled warmly, crossing to the table, pulling her into a kiss. He hadn't seen her for a few hours so the kiss was extended. He'd missed her. Really missed her. "Shopping went well. Got a hat to match my coat. Got to see Dean in his shorts. All good." He seemed relaxed on the surface, tightly-strung underneath.
He cast his eyes over their meal. "This is the famous New York pizza huh? Did you pick up anything else? From Heather?" He already hated having to ask. Already felt pathetic. Heather's words didn't have the same impact actually faced with the woman standing between him and what he suddenly wished he didn't need. "Please. It's been a while, starting to hurt." Short phrases, understatement. He was embarrassed and was pretending nonchalance. He gripped the back of the chair and swallowed. "I'll take... a reduced dose but I need something." He met her gaze and tried his best not to look pleading.