She was a little taken back for a moment by the gesture, Jo wasn't really the kind who hung around with the chivalrous and even if she did she rarely exuded the aura of being needed to be taken care of. But it gained a small smile none the less.
She sipped off his trench coat when they got into the bar and hung it on the back of his chair to dry, her own on her chair. The rain had at first almost been novel and she sure as hell wasn't about to complain publicly and give those damn resort people the satisfaction but now she was sick of it. Sick of the damp feeling in her bones, sick of never feeling quite dry. In the silence she ordered a few rounds and leaned back in her chair just in time to hear Cas' admittance.
Jo'd never much thought about the idea of faith. Sure she had always believed that there was something out there, it was hard to imagine that with all she knew of the world there wasn't something else to counter it. And of course now it was more than a thought and a full fledged knowing. Even if she hadn't been somewhere... well she wouldn't go out and use the word heaven but she was sure it'd been something close, she was sitting next to an angel and that was proof more than anything. But she knew as well as anyone that knowing and faith were two entirely different things.
"Cas..." she started, it wasn't like she knew the magical words to make him not doubt everything he knew. She wished she did. She'd say them in an instant if it could make it better for him. "Maybe you're not losing it, maybe it's just changing," she offered and shrugged a little. She couldn't even being to claim being an expert on how being an angel worked. Hell or even one who had the first idea. But it seemed pretty bunk to her. Seemed like absolute obedience and all that crap to her. "The way I see it, is it faith if you've never had a moment when you doubted it? How can you really know how deep your faith is in the end if you never question it?"