Jo looked up as the waitress delivered their coffees and gave her order. Once Molly had ordered as well and the waitress was gone, she gave Molly a reassuring smile.
"I like having you around. And not only because you're good at killing trolls apparently," she gave Molly a grin. "Hell, I wouldn't have spilled my guts to you if I didn't like you."
She shrugged.
"The witches Dean and I have heard about are always normal humans who sell their souls to get some power and then misuse that power. Then they eventually end up in Hell and become demons themselves." She frowned, trying not to think about Meg and her Hellhounds.
"We've never really encountered anyone who was just built like you and Harry are-where the magic is just a part of you. It's just going to take awhile for him to adjust his perceptions. Same goes for the vampires like Harry's bodyguard, who apparently aren't just straight out predators but have thoughts and feelings and possibly even souls themselves."