Back Door Team
Jo was trying desperately to keep her mind on the situation at hand, when a part of her thoughts keep returning to Dean's words. Maybe if she had let him come, drunk or not, Hermione would have been found already and Harry would never have been taken; they wouldn't be doing this, breaking into Azazel's lair, a mission in which it was likely that many of the people with her would die. She herself might even die....again. She couldn't help but think that maybe Dean had been right, and if anyone got hurt tonight, or died, it'd be her fault, because she wasn't as knowledgeable or an experienced Hunter like Sam and Dean.
Her thoughts also wandered to Chuck, back at the Roadhouse. He'd been acting a little off ever since Dean had spilled the beans about her nearly killing herself following Chuck's death in that weird trippy future, and now...he was drunk. Again. But it might be because of a vision...that he wasn't getting very many details of, which she'd learned was never a good thing. His concern for her also made her take pause, slightly, because it was just so....different. In the past, when her mom hadn't been around, she had only had to worry about herself. Now, though, there was this whole other person that she had to think about when she made decisions, and it was just...strange.
She closed her eyes for a moment to focus herself, then followed the rest of the group towards the door as they reopened. She'd volunteered to take the back of the line, because Jo knew that Dean probably wanted to be in the front so he could try and confront the demon, and she was fine with that. He, as everyone pointed out, had more demon knowledge than her. Her eyes were on the street itself as she moved in behind Dean, Jacen, Rose, and the other woman, Tonks she thought her name was, gun ready to fire on anyone who might try to block their escape. She'd take care of everyone's backs, for now.