Dean stood and held a hand out to pull her to her feet. Before shrugging out of his jacket and offering it to her. Since he at least wasn't completely soaked to the skin. Not yet, anyway.
"I have no idea. I wasn't even with you when I got knocked out." He had another quick look around him, when he noticed it. The grave marked Mary Winchester. He'd woken up on top of it, and hadn't even noticed. But then, the graveyard looked different, like a battle had been fought here. He took a couple of steps towards it, kneeling back down in the snow, to wipe the rest of the snow from the stone.
"We're in Lawrence." He said, turning back to Jo. "I have no freaking idea how we got here. "But, it's where we are."