"I know a Bob. My research assistant. The one escorting the cat."
He finished wrapping the bandage around Jo's wound. "You had a bite on your leg, Jo. Not sure how it got there, but it was clean. I checked it over." He glanced at Dean, then took a step back under the pretense of cleaning up his circle of salt, using a bit of magic to burn away the blood-touched grains.
He was thinking more about those anti-possession tattoos. With that case Murphy was working, there was a definite danger there. Hell, considering their proximity to the Hellmouth, it might just be a good idea. He'd get some research on it and see how they worked before bringing it up.