"I don't want it to get infected." Dean said quietly, resting his hand over hers. Jo had been through enough trauma, and she deserved a chance to heal before dealing with anything else.
"Heather's doing good. Sam and Mom are taking good care of her, and her arm should be better in no time." He frowned, slightly, brushing a bit of hair out of her eyes. "How are you doing, Jo? I swear to God if you ever go missing like that again..."