As she wiped another shot glass clean, she turned to look at him, "I can't believe you drank that much. Still: nothing."

Castiel awkwardly shrugged, "I felt something… just nothing significant."

Jo laughed, putting the glass in the cupboard above her and tossing the cloth onto the counter. Her grin faded, as she stared at the assortment of weaponry on the table. Biting her lip, she asked, "Are you scared?"

Tilting his head slightly, Castiel ignored the question and studied her. Her hands shook a little, water gathering in her eyes.

He hugged her, sullenly whispering, "You will find peace."