“Long enough? Fuck we were beginning to think it got your sorry ass!” Translation: I’m glad your okay, Jo.
Dean nodded and pointed to the blood stains on her clothing, “You alright?” He had moved toward her and slowly began to expect whether or not it was coming from her own wounds, however, Jo only had a few scratches and bruises from what he could see in this lighting. After awhile and as Sam was talking to her Dean finally moved back to his brother’s side and listened as they conversed.
“Power she needs? What kind of… powers?”
As much as he was glad that she was fine, Dean did not feel comfortable being out in the open. “Lets head back to the motel, and we’ll think of something.” Dean turned his attention toward Jo, “Why dicks?”