Jo winces a little at Sam's sullenly mumbled apologies, scuffing her foot on the floor almost sulkily in the way you get (or she does anyway) when conversations take a turn for the awkward and unpleasant and at least half of it is probably misunderstanding, as if it's all the fault of some mysterious third party she can get properly angry with. Not that this conversation, this whole damn mess, hasn't been beyond unpleasant from the beginning but it does seem to come up with new and interesting ways to keep reminding her just how much it sucks. Good thing number one million about hunting-- when things suck you probably get to shoot them.
>>“It’s not that. I just... I don’t know... Thanks, though. For, you know - for everything.”
“Yeah, I'd say any time but...well, you know, really, let's never do this again.” Jo responds, but her moodiness seems to have subsided again and she smiles at him genuinely enough. “And it goes both ways, the thanks thing,” she adds, nodding firmly, because while Sam might have protested that she wouldn't even have been in that situation in the first place if it weren't for him it doesn't stop her being grateful for the way he'd acted in the moment. That brings back the images though, Sam holding stock-still and helpless while Gordon cut his arms, crouching with him on the floor of the impala, and she's glad when he goes on no matter how unpleasant the topic--
>>“It’s not that, I mean, I know they wouldn’t... think it was me, I know that. It’s not that, I just... I’m not ready to try to explain it, you know? Especially not to Dad - he’ll just start asking a million questions, and I don’t think I can...”
“Fair enough,” she concedes, thinking of the way John had just dealt with him. If he's like that all the time with Sam and Dean dunno if I'd really want to explain things to him either, she thinks her mental tone wry but with that edge behind it she's trying not to think too hard about. “Still, maybe they'll figure something out, explain it so you don't have to worry as much about it I mean...there has to be some kind of explanation right?” Because if this experience has reshaped Sam's world Jo's still clearly trying to fit it inside the parameters of hers, twist it around till she find the angle that fits and catches and reduces a nightmare to cause and effect and something to point a gun at.