"Pretty sure there wasn't a pulse." Rob shrugged. "I could be wrong. I'm not a doctor, not even a volunteer firefighter." A Winchester knew how to do better work than most field medics. It was part of the usual education for a hunter and a Winchester hunter at that. Rob had learned it, even if he did turn more to the Men of Letters and their search for knowledge.
"Glad that everyone seems to be okay though." The youngest Winchester shrugged and looked out at the stars. Yes, he knew Jo when she'd caught on to something. He also knew how she could be suspicious. Most times she had every right to be so.