His rough fingers took her surprisingly smooth skinned wrist in them and he held it steady in front of him. Seeing as how he looked, the gruff and rough way he handled her limb, she fully expected him to take the blade and sink it into her flesh. Instead, he merely dragged it, not lightly, but not heavy-handedly across her arm. The skin instantly split and blood bubbled to the pale surface, but no, Jo did no hiss or pull away violently in pain. She merely watched, strangely fascinated as she realized, vaguely, that she could bleed again. It hit her hard. She wasn't a ghost anymore and she wasn't dead, she was alive. There was blood and the warmth from Dean's fingers wrapped around her wrist, a bit of scratching from the scars and calloused hands, but nothing horrible or uncomfortable. In fact, when Dean released her, she felt a mild bit of disappointed.
In the next moment, he ripped off his sleeve and tossed it to her, no longer the guy that would wrap it for her and Jo caught it easily in her other hand. "Wow. Thanks. Hopefully, I won't get an infection," she murmured, wrapping it around the wound and tightening it just enough. It was a shallow wound and would close up quickly in a few minutes anyway. He was already moving, heading towards the small refrigerator, and pulling open. The blond followed, hesitantly, her guard up ever so slightly now. This Dean was different, dangerous, and if she did just one thing wrong, said one thing off that wasn't what he considered "Jo" enough, he'd liable to run her through with that knife he'd just used to prove she was human again. As much as she was happy to see him, she knew that this was not the Dean who'd left her in that convenient store that day to die. Whatever this one saw, did, and experienced, he was forever broken, a shell of a man, and if there was anything left of the guy she knew, the guy she thought she could love, it was buried deep beneath a thick, an heavy facade.
"And maybe pigs will fly and holy water won't taste like shit going down," she shot back easily, reaching for the beer he'd offered. Jo had watched him dump a good dose of what was in that flask into the bottle moments before and now, he was looking at her expectantly. As much as holy water tasted like crap going down and burned like hell, she knew it wouldn't cause her to start smoking like a demon. No, Jo was sure now that she was completely human and mockingly, the hunter raised the beer, a small smirk forming on her lips before she placed them on the edge. She could already taste it on the rim. Another second and she tipped the bottle back, the alcohol mixed with holy water burning its way down his throat. She didn't cough, she didn't sputter, and in seconds it was digested and gone.
In another breath, she took another long sip, this time downing the rest with more ease. "Still got it. Now give me some actual beer," she shot back, holding out the empty bottle to the other hunter. "I passed the tests." Not even waiting for him to respond, she placed it back into his hand and patted his wrist. "Thanks, but I'll go find it myself. It's okay." Tugging open the door to the fridge again, she bent down and pulled out another beer for herself, twisting off the cap like the pro she was.