The blond had busied herself while he was gone, trying to not think about what he was doing, or how he had to be feeling. A part of her felt like her own heart was breaking...and if it hurt that much, it had to be love, right? She had the pizza set out on plates for each of them, and was standing at the window, sipping a beer, when she heard him walk back in. Her eyes slid shut for a moment, then reopened once his arms slid around her. She took a deep breath, then turned and pressed her face into his neck, sliding an arm around him in return. She was almost jealous of the drugs themselves. Jo wanted it to be enough that she and Dean were there, that he wouldn't need that stuff because he had them...even though mentally, she knew that was impossible.