The day had been, well, A Lot. Going from bleeding out in her mom's arms - and no, she was not about to go down the whole her mom was moments away from her own death - to an apartment in some strange city had been beyond processable really. And Jo wasn't sure if she'd ever figure out a way to start making sense of it. So she focused on small things. A shower, careful not to watch the blood run down the drain or think too hard on the fact she hadn't a scratch on her somehow. Caroline had brought her some clothes and Jo changed into those, piled her wet hair into a messy bun on the top of her head. Uncertain what to do with her ruined ones she left them in a pile in the bathroom to deal with later.
She reached out on the network and just generally tried not to think too hard on all that had just transpired.
Jo was glad the Dean gave in. That he didn't protest too much and force her into admitting that she kind of… really needed to see him then. Something familiar when everything else was anything but.
At the sound of the knock she got up and answered. And it was stupid - so immensely so and she hated it - that after everything and clearly with more years on him than she remembered, Dean freaking Winchester still managed to make her heart skip a little beat. She smiled, or tried to, it didn't quite make it to her eyes.
"The greys what you meant when you said not the Dean I know?" It was a bit of a tease, but not entirely discounting his earlier words.