She hadn't even heard him enter the office so the first moment she was aware of his presence was when Jo found herself in his arms, her face pressed into the familiarity of Dean's scent of aftershave and grease from the auto garage. A gentle sob wracked her body as she pulled back to take a hold of her boyfriend's biceps, wiping away the tears as she did so.

"They rushed him through, I've asked but there not telling us anything." Running a hand through her hair she cups Deans cheek with her free hand. "He's really sick, Dean... I can feel it."