Jo slid him a look, before it's a half roll of his eyes. Because, the thing is, while she and Sam didn't always see eye to eye in those years, when and after he finally got to meet her, but they both agreed in most things Dean being an idiot. Or noble. All too often the two went hand in hand. No matter how stupid or brave the move, neither of them would have actually killed him. Or gotten that close. Even if Jo had screamed any number of ways he deserved to have bitten the dust.

But the other has to be asked, quizzically even. "What did you think I was going to ask you for?"

Was it something she should have asked for, or should be avoiding, or should dig toward.