Jo moaned as she slowly came to. For the first time in a long time, she felt fully rested and content. Her head felt fuzzy as she slowly opened her groggy eyes, feeling the weight of sleep upon them as she moved slowly. Gradually as she did so, she noticed several significant differences that irked her a little. For one thing, she had remembered being warm. The bed was cold now. Or was that all a dream? Picking up her head and brushing the blonde strands that had gotten in the way of her face away, Jo blinked and rubbed her eyes with one hand.
Dean wasn't here. Was that a dream, or had it really happened? She wouldn't have been too surprised either way. She always figured that he would be the one to leave first. It was her house after all. Sighing, Jo glanced at the clock before flipping the covers over and placing her feet on the floor. Stretching her arms over her head, she spied a shirt on the floor that definitely looked a few sizes too big.
Looking at that for a moment, Jo hestitantly leaned over and put it on, feeling the presence of Dean in that shirt. Standing, it fell below her waist, being almost as big as she was. Padding to the door, Jo chanced a glance outside into her living room. The faint smell of coffee brewing caught her nose. She risked a smile. He had stayed after all.