Jo was exhausted. After she had shown Sam on the map where her father had disappeared, John had practically forced her to go into her room to try and sleep. She had tried, because she had the feeling he'd check on her, but she hadn't been able to sleep more than an hour. She was too afraid that her parents were hurt somewhere, but...she had looked everywhere around where her father had been. There had been no sign of him leaving or any other tracks. All she could figure was that this place had somehow, after giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed, decided to take it all away again.
Dean was barely speaking to her, he hadn't even responded to her post about her parents, her mom and her dad (she'd been so thrilled after he had shown up, but now she was so upset) were both gone, that she just...didn't know what to do. When morning came - after she'd sat up in her bed most of the night, hoping for some answer on her PDA - came around finally, she stepped out to see that John had left. She didn't know why or where he'd gone, but her first thought was of Lindsey and his offer to come over, so she sent him the message.
She then sat on the couch to wait, still dressed in the fatigue-style cargo pants and tank top she'd been wearing when she left to go look for her mom the day before. Her feet were bare, though, and at the moment her legs were pulled up under her chin as she stared at the door, a lost look in her eyes.