Jo's expression softened as Dean made very clear just what he was really worried about. He might have a revolving door when it came to women, from what she'd heard anyway. But Dean was a man of his word. If he said he wasn't going to try anything, she trusted him.
Unless you ask.
It was herself she was worried about at this point. All the same, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, waiting for him to follow.
She busied herself with drawing the devil's traps and pouring the salt lines on the doors and windows. It was easier that way.
"You can take the couch." She stopped and looked up for a moment. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you just got out of a relationship and I just... well, you know. And I'm really not the 'one nighter' type of girl. So let's see if this is permanent, and then..." she shrugged.
She really hated putting herself out there, but it wasn't like the way she felt about him was exactly news. Though she'd never really batted the ball into his court quite like this.
Rather than keep that line of conversation open. Jo went back to salting. "So any theories yet?" She would need to lay everything out and do some research before she could even begin to make sense, but maybe Dean had run into something similar and already had some thoughts on what could be going on with the ritualistic murders.