Jo nodded without hesitation, taking another drink and reaching up with her free hand to push her hair back and out of her face. "It is," she replied. "It's fucked up."
Her curiosity had been satiated for the most part. She didn't want to ask him what it had been like. That was something she would rather not know, if only because it was Dean. If it was anyone else, maybe she would have wanted to know what went on down there, but not when it came to Dean. It hurt less not knowing. She supposed she could listen if the day ever came that he wanted to tell her about it, but to purposely ask? No, she couldn't bring herself to do that.
"It should've never happened," she said, seemingly out of nowhere after the short silence she'd fallen into. "To Sam, to you. That's the fucked up part." She knew that the last time she'd seen either of them, she'd been angry with them just because of something their father had supposedly done, let happen. To make this kind of turnaround was surprising, even for Jo, but it was yet another thing she wasn't going to try to overanalyze or think too much about. There was no sense in it.