Well, that's unsettling, Jo thinks, following Dean's gaze over to Sam. Something about the dynamics in that, the way he clearly knows more about their mother's death than Sam, the easy way he talks about being responsible for him like he already is anyway, gives her a flash of discomfort, a sensation of an age gap larger than just four years or so between them. Like most uncomfortable emotional things though she brushes it away before she can pin it down, or even properly process having thought it.
Dean seems, once again, to be on the same page and his laugh is easy enough to make her forget the awkwardness of the moment before all the more quickly.
>>“Yeah, I wish. That would have been awesome. This was just some gumba who'd bet a bit too much and borrowed money from the wrong people. Kinda tragic, really. We think he was trying to reach through to stop other losers making the same mistake but ended up riding the croupiers.”
“Shit,” Jo says mildly, “I guess you've gotta feel kinda bad for the ones who weren't so bad when they were people,” she's sincere but clearly not particularly bothered, the line between human and monster obviously remaining unblurred (that she knows of anyway) despite her recent experiences. “You'd think Vegas could rustle up something a little more y'know,” she waves her bandaged hands around a little, almost banging them into a cabinet, obviously having completely forgotten them in a combination of painkillers and actual relaxed conversation. “Glamorous, I guess,” she continues, “I mean, I've never heard of someone hunting anything that used to be someone famous which is weird, you know? You'd think someone like, I don't know, Sid Vicious, would have some serious unfinished business but all I ever hear about are regular people.” She pauses, tilting her head and pursing her lips a little for a moment in a silly-thoughtful sort of caricature of an expression, slipping into the mannerisms she has with people she's comfortable with without really quite noticing the transition. “Unless all those Elvis sightings are actually legit I guess.”
She shoots the burgers a critical look and nods to herself, “You wanna open the oven grill and pop the buns in there for a couple minutes that'd be good, not even long enough to start them turning brown, just that place between warmed up and starting to get crispy.” she instructs, obviously more used to cooking herself then telling other people how to do it.