Jo watched in almost...fascination...at the chaos that unfolded around her. Dean had chased Tova around the room with Ruby's knife, it was still hard to believe she was Lucifer's daughter, until he had backed her into the far corner. Sam was behind his older, insane brother trying to reason with him, (and get him to give Sam the sharp object), Castiel was nowhere to be found (Sam had called him multiple times but nothing happened), Bobby had appeared from the basement only to look around, curse, then retreat downstairs, and then there was her...she was standing by the door, arms crossed, watching it all. She was actually trying not to laugh because it was all quite comical.

"Jo, I could really use your help over here!" She rolled her eyes at Sam's desperate plea but moved herself from her spot by the door and walked over anyways. She smiled as she caught Tova's eyes going black in response to something Dean had said. Now the party was starting. She stood beside Sam and watched him, unsuccessfully, try to talk Dean out of killing Tova. "Dean, don't do this. It was just a car." Wrong thing to say. Sam seemed to realize that too as Dean froze and turned around, giving Tova a chance to escape from her corner, "Sam if you don't shut the hell up and back away so help me God." Sam's eyes went wide and he nodded before taking small steps backwards. Jo tried to hide her smile. She knew she kept Dean around for a reason. Well, looks aside...

Sam glanced at her and Jo took that as her queue to step in. "Dean, you cannot kill Tova. She's leverage, you know that." It was like Dean had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and Jo was scolding him.

Dean's voice seemed deadly as he calmly said, "I don't give a damn right now." Jo's eyes slightly widened. Dean was seriously deranged. He ignored her reaction as he looked around for his victim only to see she had disappeared. He cursed and then chucked the knife across the room, the knife coming to rest into the wall. There was a dead silence, more like a shocked silence, before he stated, "This isn't just about my car." He slowly walked over to the nearest chair (the red velvet one) and sat in it, his head falling in his hands.

Sam hesitantly asked, "Then what is it about? Because Dean...you almost killed her." He paused for emphasis. "Look, she is Lucifer's daughter. And we have her. Do you know what this means?" He stared at his older brother in exasperation. "It means-"

"It doesn't mean shit Sam." Dean raised his head up and gave his younger brother an annoyed look. "Did you not hear her and her daddy talking? She's here to kill us and steal the Colt. And if she doesn't in a week, her dad's gonna kill her. Then we're next."

Sam frowned. "How do you know he'll kill-"

Dean shot out of the chair, "Because what else do you think he's gonna do, Sam?" Jo rubbed her temple with two fingers, feeling a migraine and a fight between two brothers coming on. "He's sure as hell not gonna congratulate her for failing to-"

"Dean...this is his daughter. He has to have some sort of love for her."

Jo could almost see the how-stupid-are-you-really look on Dean's face. "1. Demons/the devil can't love. 2. His daughter, according to Castiel, is the most useless demon there is. She can't do anything. Except be a smart ass. And wreck my car." Jo rolled her eyes as the Winchester boys went back and forth on whether or not Tova's daddy dearest loved her and if she could be used as leverage. She knew soon that something would be said that would make the fight personal, then punches would be thrown. Jo did not wanna be here for that. Sure, she should probably stop it now, but she felt like going outside and hunting down a certain demon that had escaped.

Tova's POV

Fuck what my dad had said. I was never stepping foot in that house again, let alone the presence of Sam and Dean Winchester. He must be popping pills if he thinks I am. Because I cannot go through that shit again. I legit thought I was gonna die. That look in Dean's eye...damn. I shook my head and got back to hot wiring. "Tova." I jumped at the voice and hit my head on the steering wheel. Son of a bitch. I dropped the wires and and got out of the car, rubbing my head and cursing. Castiel. Figures. "What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to leave?" I glared at Castiel but he just stared at me blankly.

"I cannot let you do that. Your father-"

"Can go fuck himself." I started to climb back in the car when I felt a hand on my arm and damn his hands were cold. I yanked my arm from under Castiel's grasp and stumbled away from him. "What Castiel? What do you want? Do you want me to stay? Because I can tell you right now. Hell no. That's not happening." He retracted his arm and stared back at me. "Goddammit Castiel! You know that blank stare is really starting to piss me off!"

He continued to do so and I was this close to attacking him when I heard, "There you are! I was afraid I was going to have to go and hunt your ass down." I narrowed my eyes at Jo's unmistakable cheery voice. Was this happening? You know, maybe I should have let Dean end me. I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Maybe next time because of course there would be a next time. "So...oh hey Castiel. Wait, what are you doing here? Why didn't you come an hour ago when we called you?" Jo started nagging Castiel who suddenly looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Ha. I took that as my chance to escape. Again. Maybe this time I would actually get away from here.