"Fantastic," she replied dryly. She held the bottle out to Dean, not that getting drunk was really going to solve anything, but it would be nice to get at least the sting dulled. She wanted to point out that at least they were alive, but it didn't seem like the best of ideas at the moment.
She shivered slightly remembering the look in Sam's eyes, the twisted words, the desire for nothing but to see them hurt. Just when she thought she'd started to get over some of the nightmares she had of demon's wearing her friend's face, now she had new fodder. Jo pulled her knees up to under her chin her arms wrapped around them as though trying desperately to hold herself together. It wasn't fair, how many times was Sam going to have to go through this.
She looked back to Dean again. "We'll figure it out," she promised though she didn't quite sound so sure of it.