If she had been any younger, she would have either ignored him or slapped him at that point. But Jo had done some thinking and some growing up too. So for once, she chose the high road, even though she really wanted to take the low road. She chose instead to look at him again, even though her heart and her crush, she supposed, was beating a bit faster than it had before. It was Dean, after all, and in some ways, he would always be special to her, even if it wasn't the same for him.
She didn't say anything at his excuse. She could have very well dug out her phone right then and there and done something about that. But she didn't. She had known the minute he said those words that he wouldn't follow through. She hadn't counted on seeing him again, but at the time, if she had to be honest, she had known that they would probably never meet again. It was a small comfort, to say the least.
"Guess it is," she replied quietly as she continued to keep an eye on the whiskey in front of him. "What's the occasion?" she asked, nodding toward the glass in front of him. "Well, other than gettin' drunk." Years of working in her mother's bar had taught her well when it came to drunk Hunters. Unfortunately, Dean had been careful in the Roadhouse, especially under Ellen's watchful eye. Here, all bets were off, and anything could happen. Jo tapped his shoulder, where the bullet wound had been all those months ago. "How's the good ol' shoulder? Where's Sam?"
Sam was a problem she did not want to deal with. She still didn't know what to think when it came to the younger Winchester, since he pretty much had made sure that she would never be able to look over her shoulder safely ever again.