Jo wasn't going to ask Dean not to do that to her ever. Not right now, and not with Harry here. She didn't really know what he might have seen when he'd seen her soul, but if his gaze went anything like hers had, she would almost bet he'd seen something about Rick.
It was the reason why, no matter how mad she'd been at her mom when she'd left home to go hunting, she'd still sent postcards to let her know she was okay.
But now wasn't the time for that conversation. She frowned, doing one more check of her pockets.
"It shouldn't have been. I was wearing my charm that night. But it's not... I don't have it anymore." she admitted to him.
She sat up and then climbed out of the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
"York has a tattoo parlor, right? Or if not York, there has to be one within driving distance. I'm just going to have to get a tattoo."
Because this was not happening again. And if Dean didn't want to be the one to drive her around in search of a tattoo parlor, then she'd find her own way to one.