Had Jo been any other woman, there might have been a chance she'd have been offended at the fact that Dean practically pushed her aside to get to the impala. But Jo was not any other woman. Jo knew how much the vehicle she'd been leaning on meant to Dean, which was why she sent him the text almost immediately upon finding it sitting in her parking lot when she'd taken the trash out that morning.
She'd been quite impressed with Vallo in the moment, though she supposed she shouldn't have been. After all, she had Harvelle's didn't she? Vallo seemed to throw them a bone every now and again, which was something she had come to appreciate. Jo supposed it had more to do with balance than anything else, but it was still a nice gesture... if, in fact, Vallo was as alive as some people thought it was.
"How about I get you a beer and you can go over her. Make sure there are no dings or scratches that shouldn't be there?" she offered, smirking in amusement. In all honesty, Jo thought that if there was ever a soul mate for Dean Winchester, it had to be his car. God help every woman in Vallo if some kind of magic ever turned it into a human being." It was far-fetched, but Jo didn't think anything was impossible at this point.