Jo was more like her friends than she wanted to admit. Probably why she had it for Dean - they were similar in nature - and she was very good at bottling everything up into herself and tucking it away for later. Jo liked to think she was tough. And certainly, she was. Just not as tough as the guys. She hadn't even begun to deal with the fact she'd lost her mom too.
She laughed - a real, sweet laugh that spilled from her lips - as she practically ran and jumped into the hug. She felt better just having a minute to be with her family. And make no mistake, Sam was family. She buried her head in his chest and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. She didn't want to lose him again. Ever.
Jo wasn't naive enough to believe that. She knew it'd happen again. She just prayed it wasn't anytime soon. She lifted her head off his shoulder. There was that half second of nightmare induced terror - she knew that was an old fear that needed to die a fast death - Sam never would hurt her. Stupid Demons. They almost ruined her friendship with Sam. She wished she'd been the one to off Meg for that bullshit.