Jo turned, jaw dropping just a little. She'd seen photos of him, of course, and knew that voice too damn well to think it was anyone else. But still.
"Couldn't kick a thing of beauty," she replied, grinning. Wheels were turning furiously in her head, as she mentally flicked through her dad's old stories, trying to work out how the fuck she was standing face to face with a Dean Winchester who couldn't be much older than she was.