Johnny did not need any kind of reminder of what serial killers did to their victims. The images of Katie flashed through his mind. What he'd seen when he had to identify her remains. It was like a punch to the gut, and in his mental picture, Mary's face replaced Katie's.
"I'm not giving her up for dead." He shot, angry. Johnny stood up, turning to face her in the same movement. "I would never fucking give up on her."
It wasn't fair to Jo. Jo didn't know his personal history. Not Jo now, and not Jo in the future. She couldn't have any clue of what he'd been through. It was likely that she'd just take it as whatever he felt for Mary was strong. He didn't want to tell her, either. He wasn't going to. Katie wasn't something to share.
Johnny pushed the barstool roughly away.
"I'll tell Castiel." He didn't know what anybody was going to do, but more bodies were good. More bodies meant more places checked. More ground covered. "Unless you can get to him sooner than he's going to be at work."