“Cas – like I said before, it’s not your fault. We don’t know why I’m here or who sent me…and hey, who knows? Maybe someone decided you guys needed a little help and sent the most awesome person they could find,” The blond replied as she knelt next to him, not disturbing the blood or anything else. She was paler than he’d known her to be, of course, but she was dressed in the same clothes she’d been wearing the day she’d died in Carthage. Dark eyes studied him in concern, wondering just what had happened to the angel she remembered, who’d kicked her mother’s ass in a drinking game and had seemed like a really nice guy.
When he spoke Dean’s name, Jo blinked slightly, then tilted her head as she concentrated briefly. She, too, could feel him, almost as though he was calling her, similar to how it had felt when she had been on her way to the prison originally. Cas was right about him being close – very close – and it was difficult not to immediately go to his side.
At the angel’s request, Jo gave a small nod. “Yeah, sure. We’ll get you out of here, Cas. I promise.” Reaching out, she brushed her hand across his cheek to try and give some kind of comfort, concentrating to try and make it so that he could feel her touch, if only just a little. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Standing again, she took a step back, then closed her eyes to focus on Dean, disappearing from Castiel’s sight.
The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself in a dark hallway, the Winchester standing just a few feet away, and she gave a small, relieved sigh when she saw that he seemed to be alright.