Dean narrowed his eyes, watching the carnage on the screen. He started getting flashes of another time. In the pit. In hell. It half reminded him of that place, but a little more tame compared to there. Something he couldn't talk to anyone about. Not even his own brother.
He sat his cup down and was already heading into the bedroom, grabbing the rest of his clothing. "Okay, moving." He pulled on his tee-shirt, leaving Jo with his over shirt." She was right, he had to find Sam. "We are gonna need supplies. Fire, bullets. Do you stake these things in their graves?" From the look she gave, told him his answer. "Not the types of zombies I'm used to dealing with."
Boots on, he checked his gun. "I'm gonna go get supplies. We'll need more than what I have in the trunk. I only have two torches in there." He was sure Jo had her own arsenal in here. He walked up to her. "I'm gonna try not to be long. I'm gonna go get Sam but I want you to get somewhere safe where we can hold up and gather forces to fight this thing. I want you to call me every hour. On the hour." I don't want to loose you. "I'll do the same."
He looked down to her. "We'll fight this together." He leaned down and kissed her, and in a small voice added, "You are the only one I can trust now. Be careful." He whispered. He headed for the door, leaving but not without a look back at her.
Once he was gone, Castiel was by the window, "He's gonna need you, Jo Harvelle. More than you think he does right now."