Dean sighed, both from the thought of having to track Saerian down and from Jo petting him.
"I wish," he said. It'd been too easy to take that jerk out that way. Dean knew it didn't take in the real world. It probably could've, if he'd known more of what he was doing. He'd have to talk to Bobby.
And... he hated to say it, but he wondered where people like Ruby were when you needed them. Non-evil ones. Non-evil witches? He'd been in York too long.