Jo's hands come off that far too familiar coat as fast as they'd originally gone out to push him, before him was Castiel, and her teeth felt as decked as her stomach. Even for being one of the angels she found emotions to be more foreign to, the look of surprise, shock, confusion, registers too loudly. Even without sound, and drowned in the merry making of dozens and dozens of people around them.

"I'm fine." Her own surprise spurs too quickly toward sharpness, and she wants to look to his sides for Dean. Even though she hasn't seen Dean in only a few weeks, and it'd been years since she'd seen Castiel anywhere near him. Years. Long ones. Back three places, to the bar, where Dean wouldn't have been the person she was looking to find hanging about his edges. "What are you doing here?"

Beat. No. Because that one doesn't matter. Even if it's baffling. "Does Sam even know you're here?"

Or Gabriel, or Balthazar? Maybe he'd come in hours ago, and they'd all left her alone. Finally learning that lesson.