“Now you get why we were confused by your description of him, before, right?”
Jo shrugs, standing across from Sam so that they're almost equal in height and trying to smile at him through her combination of shock and disappointment and nervousness, because it's pretty damn unsettling the way everyone keeps changing all around her. “Maybe he's just worried,” she tries, moving to stuff her hands in her pockets and then remembering that's a bad idea and just swinging them a little awkwardly by her sides for a moment. Sharing body heat and shoring Sam up in some desperate situation she can do, but the whole 'emotional moment' thing just doesn't come naturally. “I mean...my mom does 'mad when she's worried' pretty well herself,” she adds, but she knows somehow that its different, remembers her mother sitting on her bed last night until she'd fallen asleep. She huffs out a breath and sits down on the bed next to him, looking up and giving him a small smile. “I wish you guys weren't leaving so soon though. I thought he'd at least stick around until you were feeling better,” she admits, a little startled to discover that, though it's Dean she'd probably have made friends with first normally, something about having someone see you terrified and bleeding and generally at your worst sort of takes away the pressure to keep up any sort of front later on.