"I know you can," he said, though his mouth sort of shrugged a little--as if he was still trying to convince himself of the fact. Jo was a grown woman, and she'd been raised around hunters, so he knew she knew her shit. He could accept that, but it didn't change the fact that he'd had responsibility drilled into his head since before Sammy could walk. It just sort of spilled over sometimes.
"There's at least one demon bitch I'd love to get my hands on if she so much as sneezes. And who knows what else lurks these halls."