She blinked as he stopped her hands and she looked up at him warmly. They'd had their issues, and yet still it was small moments like these that reminded her why they made it through. There was no one she felt safer around then him. "Like his dad." She smiled softly and leaned back against him. Her hand gently resting against his. She still had a few scars from where Alastair had cut her open but they'd even come back from that. She was starting to think there was nothing they couldn't face. Even the apocalypse.
She knew Dean and his brother were in the center of it all, but Dean always came back to her. "Really?" She raised a blond brow as he actually answered and didn't reach for a beer or other various hard liquors. She studied his face for a moment and leaned up slightly to kiss his jawline. "It isn't right, bringing them back like that." She murmured as the smell of baking apple pie begun to fill the room. "I missed my mom, but I think ghosts need to be able to move on. I want her to be at peace." After her father had left them Juliet basically raised herself.
She'd stopped letting her mom in as much as she had as a child and just frowned slightly. "It's complicated." Half an hour left on the pie. She didn't want to forget, pie burning in the Winchester household may as well be a sin.
"I'm glad it wasn't my dad." She said with a hint of annoyance. That would have meant her father was also dead, and so different sets of emotions to deal with.
"My dad left us when I was six." Dean was the only person she'd even attempted to tell about her family. She hadn't told Rose, or Florence, or anyone else. She was ashamed of it really and it showed.