She took a minute to have another drink from the bottle, glancing out over the waves that crashed against the sand. She wasn't used to being worried over, not anymore at least. Jo pushed aside the urge to make some smart remark in reply. Dean was trying, really trying to ask about her and she at least owed him to try to answer back sincerely.
"I'll live," she said softly. It wasn't the first time she had been on the receiving end of a Sam not in control of himself. She had survived through that and this wouldn't be any different. "Couldn't get out of bed for a few days. He hurt me more than he knows, and I plan on keeping it that way," she finished, the image of the haunted look in Sam's eyes as he took in her state after the exorcism flashed across her mind.