Even if he'd wanted to, Sam was still struggling for words when Jo started to speak. He'd watched the tiny blonde girl head back to the kitchen. He certainly hadn't missed the fact that Jo had been able to talk her into changing things back to how they should be awfully quickly.
He sighed heavily.
"You know that Dean probably won't gank a five year old, right?"
His brother was many things, but he had a soft spot for kids. Even kids with too much power.
"I have a lot of questions here, Jo. But first-when the hell did you get a kid? And where did you get a kid?"
The kid couldn't be Jo's. Not unless there was some really wonky timeline going on, though he supposed there could be. She did look an awful lot like a mini-Jo.