Jo heard voices around her, but the meaning of the words weren't quite registering. She didn't instantly recognize Harry's or Castiel's voices, though she did recognize Dean's.
Her head was pounding. If she didn't know better, she would have thought that she'd been drinking instead of working the night before.
Come to think of it, she didn't exactly remember getting back to the motel... why was that?
Someone had been touching her leg and it hurt. Why did her leg hurt?
She winced as she opened her eyes, wishing she hadn't. The light was far far too bright.
"Ow," she muttered.
Something was definitely off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt as if she was missing something.