"Do you ever miss it?" Jo asked, turning to face him so that she could see him fully. He had a few good inches on her, forcing her to look up. "Do you ever miss the days before shit like this happened? Before we knew that there were things out there that existed?" She didn't know why she was saying this, beyond the fact that she had always wanted to ask him this. Ever since she had been little, there had always been something protective around her. She had never known a life without Hunting, without knowing that people could go out there and never come back. But she had been ignorant of the death up until now.
Her hand came up to hold his wrist. She had to manuever around those arms of his as she slid her hand up to his bicep, feeling the strength that had saved so many, and wondered if he would stay. For her. She doubted it, but she would take what she could get. Her hand continued to slide up onto his shoulder, skimming over his neck before it rested on his cheek.
"I don' want to regret this, Dean," she said quietly. "Even if you do, I don' want to regret this. I never wanted to, even if Mama never wanted me to." She gave a small smile. "What's changed, Dean? What's happened to people like us?"