God damn it, Dean Winchester. I'm falling back in love with you. If only her momma could see her now. She was pretty sure that Ellen would have a heart attack, or start shouting. But she wasn't here now. Right now, it was only Dean and Jo. God could only know how broken he must have felt right now, and if Jo could help him heal, then she would.
Her breath hitched as she felt his hand upon her face. It was a little different from how she imagined it, although his callouses were still there, although they seemed more present now. She opened her eyes, taking in his face and knowing that from here on in, there would be no going back.
He kissed her, and it felt like a lifetime had passed by before this happened. She welcomed it, her eyes fluttering shut as she kissed him back, her now free hand sliding up his chest so that she could hold herself up. She felt like she was falling. Her other hand stopped touching his scar, and instead slid down his other arm, gripping his bicep.
She had to break away first. She just didn't know. "Dean," she said softly, afraid to even raise her voice to the man in front of her. "Dean."