Jo exhales in obvious relief when she recognizes the figure unfolding itself from the front seat as John instead of Gordon or one of the others and steps forward a bit to meet him. Any qualms she'd had that afternoon that now feels like a million years ago when she'd run off the bus to find her Uncle John back after seven years with unexpected sons and seemingly more secrets have been eclipsed by the events of the past few days and she's smiling as soon as she recognizes him so that there's a strange moment when he turns around and his shuttered anger is met by her wide-open relief and welcome. They both adjust accordingly as John seems to dial back the anger a bit as he nods to her and she, obviously a little taken aback by the expression, falters a bit before recovering with a fainter smile and an answering, “Hi.”
It's weird, even with all the more horrible kinds of weird around lately, to see someone who was a central fixture in her life at ten and younger, all tied up with some of her best memories of her family, her father, now that she's seventeen and altogether a different person. If Jo were the type to be shy she'd be ducking her head here and shuffling her feet. Two days ago, before she'd learned some guardedness the hard way, she would have launched herself thoughtlessly into a hug. Now she lifts her chin minutely and stands up a little straighter instead, trying to look calm, because she's practically an adult now and someday soon she'll be a hunter and she's fine right? “You got mom's messages?” she asks, “She said she'd been trying you...I think she's talking to Aunt Evie right now or something and Dean and Sam are asleep,” she adds and then, because she can't resist asking, “Where were you?” Her tone isn't accusatory or probing, just curious in the way she can't resist being about information at all held back from her. Her mother had evaded the question and with the way Dean and Sam had tended to react to discussions of their father she hadn't wanted to ask.