"Make it later." Jo said as she handed Dean his sawed-off shotgun. Dean felt his heart swell as he pressed the bomb's trigger into Jo's blood-stained hand. He stared into her calm brown eyes and his breath caught in his throat. A wistful look of regret crawled across his face; regret for words not said, regret for passed opportunities, and regret for roads not taken. He pulled her head forward and pressed his trembling lips against her forehead. Then, realizing that this was his last chance bent down and captured her soft lips in a gentle loving kiss.