Jo jumped as she felt the hand on her shoulder and almost smacked it off until she heard the voice.
Dean. Okay, Dean was there. She drew in a long, hopefully steadying breath and tried to organize her thoughts. She was still shaking, but she was starting to remember where she was.
Her eyes fell on the gun in Dean's hand and she shook her head slightly, feeling a little bit ridiculous. She had never been a screamer, even with all the things she'd seen. Of course, she'd never come back from the dead as a result of some seriously black magic either.