Her feet shifted uneasily on the dirt sprinkled ground. The tears that were threatening to trail down her face were already beginning to leak into the corners in her eyes. Blinking back the liquid was becoming a problem and the words she had come to say hadn't even been said yet.
"Like it matters," is heard coming from her lips as the tears begin to flow. The rain that's starting up in the field doesn't do much for her mood and the heap of ground that has yet to level out is beginning to turn itself into mud.
She begins picking at the handful of flowers she had yanked from the ground on the walk over. The gathering perfume signaling a memory, one that gave her enough umph to start the speech she had been preparing for for over a month now.
"Bobby told me where to find you and Sam…." She shrugs, sniffing. "Well, nobody can get a hold of him. I guess his the end of the world happened a week ago. I can't even imagine what's going through his mind right now. When my Dad died, I don't remember much, but Mom wasn't the same for a long time. She'd lock herself in her room and leave Ash to man the Roadhouse."
Her eyes glance upward, the downpour becoming even more frantic.
"Dean, you are…. Were…. A good hunter. A great one.So, umm..."
She takes a shaky breath and side steps into the mud forming, laying the flowers onto the ground.
"I'm going to find Sam before he does something stupid. I mean, I may not know him or you enough, like Bobby or someone, but I guess that's the least I can do."
Wiping the wetness pooling under her tired eyes, Jo nods to the ground below.
"I'll keep him safe."
Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she gives a final nod to the plot of ground below her.
"I promise."