Jo didn't answer right away. When she did, her voice was a little bit throatier than usual.
"Thanks, Bobby. I'm... I'm doing okay. I just wish-" she bit her lip and stopped. It was pointless to talk about all the things she'd wished were different.
She wished her mother hadn't died for her, and she wished that her being brought back hadn't completely derailed whatever Dean was doing in York. And she really wished that there wasn't that sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop when it came to whatever had brought her back and why.
"How's Dean doing? With all this, and with what happened to Sam? He hasn't really talked to me about that," Jo asked quietly.
She was worried, but she knew better than to push Dean, especially when it came to talking about Sam.