Jo stood her ground, watching Meg carefully. She was kind of proud of herself for the blood she had managed to draw on the demon. She thought she deserved more, but it was a damned good start as far as she was concerned.
"There was no victim here, Meg," Jo said in a cold voice. "I know that Dean never loved me like I loved him. I was a buddy, a little sister that was just always there. I don't love him because he loves me back. I love him because of who he is. If I thought that there had been a chance that he would have loved me like that, the night before I died would have gone a lot differently." She shifted her stance. "The Winchesters are my friends; good friends. I'd always fight to help them."