Sam walked into the bar as calmly as he could. He was alone and he was a wreck. Jo could see this the second she spotted him walking in. It wasn't just the puffy eyes or the stains on the front of his shirt that tipped her off. It was the fact that she heard the rumbkle of the Impala and Dean wasn't trailing in behind him, even if he did like pure hell. Jo put the tray in her hand down on the bar's coutner and walked over to San, concern written all over her face. "What's wrong," she asked, swallowing thickly. Sam was strong and would have never walked in there looking the way that he did unless there was something definatly wrong.
Sam was shaking his head. He didn't know exactly how to respond to her. He was wreck and it made the silence he gave her that much more unnerving. "Just spit it out, Sam," she said, vaguely aware of the hush falling over the bar. With a swallow and a quick breath, Sam responded in an almost whisper, "Dean's dead." Instantly, Jo's eyes welled with tears. Dean was dead? He couldn't be. He was the one who was so strong a demon should be quaking in their boots, the one who could stay a vampire with the flick of a wrist, the one who had memorized six types of exorcisms, the guy who had saved him from a possessed Sam who would have easily put a bullet through her head if he hadn't stopped it. Her expression was a pained one as she said, "Sam." She heard her voice crack, beginning to notice the near-silence of the bar. Jo was starting to feel the wave of self-consciousness settle over her.
"I…" She was lost for words. How was she supposed to comfort him without upsetting him more? He had just lost his brother, the only family that was left for him. The only person Jo could related to was her Dad, but that was so long ago, she could barley remember. She saw the anguish in Sam's face and knew that his emotions were about to break past their barrier, not matter how strange it was for her to see. Jo cleared her throat and grabbed his arm. "Come on," she said, moving them towards the back. She moved her other hand across her face to wipe the stray tear that had just slid down her cheek away.