This was all a lot to take in. Jo didn't even know what to do with the idea of a 'fifteen year old embodiment of all human history and knowledge'. Was that supposed to be a joke of some sort?
And she really didn't know what to do with the spell that was cast. She took the seat on the couch next to Dean even though that small demonstration of power did nothing to put her at ease. If he could do something like that with a mere word, then she was pretty sure she didn't want to see what else he could do. For that matter, she was very glad that he was on their side.
Jo shot Dean a look as he ogled Molly. She rolled her eyes and then turned her attention back to Harry.
"Well, I was... dead," she had to force herself to use the word. "For about a year now, Dean tells me. And next thing I know, I'm waking up in a motel room here, hungrier and thirstier than I've ever been."
Her fingers gripped the edge of the couch cushion as she gave the recap.
"We saw a video of what happened before that. Some guys in robes brought some clothes in and laid them on the bed right where I woke up, wearing those clothes. Then whatever mojo they were working knocked out all the power."
Her voice remained even throughout, though her tone was clipped and she wasn't even sure how white her knuckles might be.