But Dean wanted to go there. Sam and Jo were all that he had here, and he wasn't about to not know something that happened. He might have the best excuse known to man to be ignorant given that he had been in hell at the time, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be in the dark.
"He's fine, from what I can tell, are you..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Are you alright, Jo? Did he hurt you?" Not that there was anything he could do about it now, not that he could even blame Sam for doing it as it hadn't been Sam but he wanted to know. Needed to know.