( As far as Jo knew, she wasn't quite dead yet. Still, the look on Dean's face told a different story. It made her feel even more confused, wondering what the hell had happened. He'd changed, a lot by the looks of it. That much was obvious to anyone, or at least to anyone who knew him. She couldn't help but wonder what had made him so hard. So broken. Those damn Winchesters with their angst and manpain and their obligation to fix everything or bear the guilt when they couldn't. Sometimes she just wanted to go the way of her mom and smack them. Okay, most of the time she wanted to smack them. Especially now. )

Wasn't dead yet, last I checked. ( And going from dead to not, even when she didn't remember the dead part, never meant good things. ) What the hell'd you do, Dean? ( But he was walking away and she wasn't going to just stand there and take that, moving quickly and grabbing his arm. And, okay, that hurt a little where she's stitched up. But she was a hunter. She could take it. ) Don't you just walk away from me. Last thing I remember I was getting tore up by a hell hound and now I'm in this place and I don't know what the hell's going on. So don't you dare walk off like this is nothing. You want to test me, damn well test me. Holy water, silver, whatever you feel like doing. But I swear, if you just walk off, I will hunt you down and kick your stupid ass from one side of this town to the other.