There were a lot of emotions moving over Jo as she stared at Meg. Shock was a big one, as was fury. There was a hint of fear that she managed to push away. On the heels of all of that was the bitter hurt that the Winchesters may have known Meg was here and hadn't told her. She didn't think that they would be that cruel, but things may have changed since that town where everything had ended for her and her mother. She was angry that she didn't have her guns, yet, but she was very glad she had purchased a few sizeable knives on this shopping trip.
"I'm not your kiddo," Jo snapped, trying to rein in the anger that was starting to burn through her and form a haze over her vision. This bitch had killed her and her mother. She had tried to kill Dean. She had done all of these things and she was standing here in front of Jo like she didn't care about anything in the whole world. Which, she probably didn't since she was a demonic bitch. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"How long have you been here, Meg?" That wasn't the most important question in Jo's mind, but it was the first one that she had been able to find the words for and give voice to.