Dean's eyes had focused upon the blonde hair, the brown eyes he had first seen in Ellen's bar, well and feeling the pain from her hitting him on the hose and the way her shit jsut seemed to give a peek at the skin at her belt line.
It had been a long time since he seen her. When she dug that bullet out of his shoulder and bandaged him up. She hadn't known Sam was possessed till he told her. And when he left, he said those exact words and like the heel he was, never did.
Now here she was, walking towards him and sitting down. Dean blinked through the slight drunk fog he managed to put himself in and shifted to face her. "Well, you know how it goes, ran into a bit of trouble, had to ditch the phone." Jo in a way reminded him of how his mom was when she was ... well like that. God, who knew his mom was ever a hunter.
"Drink?" he offered, "Know it doesn't begin to make up for it but a start." Dean waved his hand to the bartender.