For a moment, Jo was silent as she watched him stand and walk away. After a few minutes of quiet, she pushed off the table and walked over to him. She raised a hand, hesitated, then laid it on his shoulder.
"Dean...those people our there? The ones I've talked to? All agree on one thing. They know the risks. It's been fairly obvious that if someone doesn't want to do something around here, they won't be forced, so....instead, they do what's needed, because everyone out there knows the risks."
She hesitated again, thinking about her own death, then spoke softer this time. "I knew them too, Dean, that day Meg showed up with her hellhounds."