Jo had her own worries about Phaedra's dance partner, but she had to hope that the vampire assassin was still avoiding feeding from live humans. And, in fact, she planned to keep an eye and make sure that Phae didn't leave with anyone. Just in case.
For now, it was clear that there were bigger things to worry about. She frowned as she led the way off the dance floor and into a corner that was at least somewhat unoccupied. It was the best she could do short of them leaving the actual building.
She looked up at Dean.
"Okay. What is it?"
She bit back a comment that once-just once, she'd like to see them all get a break and have something not go nine kinds of sideways for everyone they loved. The life of a hunter didn't work like that. But the thing was... she'd at least had a choice in this life. Dean had never even gotten that much and it pissed her off.
Even if she was pissed at the forces much bigger than both of them that had worked against the Winchester brothers, her expression was soft when she looked up at Dean and waited to hear what was going on with Sam.