Dean didn't wait a few moment, with shirts on, jacket as well, Dean followed Jo out. He paid no mind to those who happen to look up form their glasses or bottles. His mind was elsewhere. For a moment upon Sam. Dean worried about him but he did say, Dean had to worry about himself first. And Dean knew he should. He then got distracted by the sway of Jo's hips.
He got to the door before her, opening it and stepping out. He moved toward this car but reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to him and giving her a kiss. "I'll follow you." He paused a moment, looking at her truck, "Nice truck." He would check it out later.
Getting into his car, the comfort of the sound of the engine took away anything he was feeling about resent situations. As she pulled out, Dean followed, taking turns and straight away to get back to her place. And as he parked, he got out and moved in close to her to follow her in.