He really didn't have to be told twice. Dean really disliked... having to dislike bars. That was wrong. Bars were places that were supposed to make you feel good, or at least buzzed. He picked the gun up on the way out and just nodded as they got into the car, and again at the door, once they were back at the motel.
Dean grabbed the first aid stuff he had out of his bag and thought about the evening's events.
Once Jo seemed a little more calm and settled, Dean held out the gauze to her.
He wanted to start saying... something... the things he hadn't been saying.