>>"I don't know. I guess he didn't really want Sammy and me around hunters... Or, y'know, people in general... What happened to Mom it..."
Jo isn't quite sure what to make of that. After her father had died her world had gotten wider, if anything. Hunters might not be the sharing and caring type but they took care of their own when they could and Aunt Evie had hung around for awhile so that by the end Jo can remember almost wishing life would get back to some semblance of normal. Which, in retrospect, had probably been part of the point of all those drinking and storytelling sessions Evie had carried on over Ellen's weak protests. She can't imagine what it would have been like if her mom had closed down the Roadhouse for that time, cut them off to grieve like she'd thought she wanted to when it was happening. Those thoughts are the work of moments though, it's not a time Jo likes remembering, and besides something else is nagging at the edges of her memory...
>>"Can't say I blame him, not if there's more like that son-of-a-bitch Walker floating around."
That brings it back and she blanches, visibly, before she can help it (she has to work on that, she knows, this won't cut it when she starts hunting). ”...But Sammy, come on, you've never thought about it? Smart kid like you? Your mommy burns to death right over your crib, her blood dripping down onto your forehead, and you think this isn't about you? That demon has plans for you, a long game that I'm going to understand and I'm going to end...” She hadn't thought much about it at the time, it was all just a haze of words she'd been too scared to really mark and the pain that had followed that little dialogue had eclipsed the words from her memory until now, but when she thinks about it that's got to be one of the more disturbing things Gordon had implied, that Sam might not be evil himself but that there might be something else out there that could control him... she looks down at her hands, sees them shaking a little, and crosses her arms carefully. “Yeah,” she says looking fixedly at the burgers, aware she'd probably just kind of freaked Dean out but not really wanting to get into it, lowering her voice to be sure Sam won't be woken up and hear, “shit, sorry, Gordon just...he said some shit about that, about your mom and some demon or something, to Sam.”
>>"Vegas - haunted Casino - and yeah, I know, cliché, shut up - or New Orleans. Shouldn't really have been able to enjoy either but fake license, fake birthdate, it's all good. You don't usually get time to explore, though. Dad's dusted more ghosts in Colorado than Spinal Tap had drummers, and we still haven't seen the Grand Canyon."
If Dean wants to press what she'd just said that's his prerogative, it's his family after all. Jo's never been one for secrets she doesn't have to keep and there's no avoidance or shuttering-away in her expression. Still haunted casinos are, for the moment, way more what she wants to talk about than demons and Gordon so, what she sees as an obligation not to withhold discharged, she laughs, a little shakily granted, but she isn't going to acknowledge that and its as close to carefree as she can make it, “That's kind of awesome. Your dad just let you have the fakes and stuff? I mean I'm allowed to have a few beers but my mom would flip if she caught me drinking anywhere but here. A casino or New Orleans? Forget it. What the hell haunts a casino anyway, the phantom stripper?” The bit about exploring doesn't much bother her, she doesn't want to be a tourist after all, anyone could do that. She could do that between jobs even.