Dean's eyebrows knitted together into a grim line. He nodded.
There was a lot he wasn't saying, mainly because if Mary knew him as well as Ellen seemed to have, it was a lot of pointless chatter. Dean did not believe in pointless chatter. His not-yet-existing kids from the future knew damn well that, if someone hurt Jo, they were paying for it.
And then some.
"Won't take long to get there," he said.
And it didn't. They were parked on Trout Run Road in just a few minutes, not close enough to see the Gate or Jo. If something had her, Dean wanted to sneak up on it. He popped the trunk and got out of the car, waiting for Mary.