It wasn't that Dean was checking up on Jo. He knew she could handle herself and her new job. She'd gotten the jump on him and Sam when they'd first met. He knew she'd be fine.
It was that she was supposed to be back an hour ago. And considering their new and popular theories on what brought her back, Dean couldn't really take a chance that everything was fine.
He jumped in the car and was at the bar in about five minutes, which was the great benefit of being stuck working in a town like York. No cars were in the lot. The 'CLOSED' neon sign lit up the window. And there was no sign of Jo outside.
Dean grabbed a gun from the car before going inside, just in case. Between that, the knife in his boot, and the few other weapons he always had on him, he figured that if there was any trouble, he could make that trouble go away.
He walked into the bar, took one look at the guy standing near Jo, and drew the gun. He clicked the safety off, walking toward both of them. Jo didn't look... right. Her face was... it was like she wanted to show how she felt but she couldn't. Her cheek was wet like she'd been crying, but it wasn't... it was all a little off.
He turned and aimed the gun at the guy, who smiled at him and waved.
"If I find out you did anything to her that cannot be undone I'm gonna make this slow," Dean growled.
Saerian laughed. He was getting tired, but he wasn't so tired that he couldn't scare Dean a little as a bonus. "Jo," he said. "Put the knife against your throat."