The look on his face? Yeah, maybe. Maybe however he looked to her said everything he couldn't--everything he couldn't even begin to find words for. Maybe she saw just a little slice of Hell and how wrong this all seemed after so long there. Maybe he did want to see Sam and Dean, if just to prove their ghosts couldn't affect him anymore.

Mostly, though, Jo was right. He didn't really care to see their faces. Resentment was like an out of control fire in his chest, burning with the same ferocity as the Cage. And... and yet he prayed for the strength to take these figments of his imagination head on and not care. To prove he was above all of... this.

"I want this to stop." He lifted his eyebrows.