Jo's voice comes from somewhere behind him, standing just beyond where the last of the vampires had crumpled to the ground after being beheaded. She frowns, reaching to close her hand around the handle of one of her own knives, pulling it from the sheath at her belt. It's no machete, but it's better than nothing.
Slowly, she approaches him, one hand outstretched and reaching to close over his forearm when she gets close enough. "Dean! What the hell is going on here?"
Hi you wanted company, right?
Jo's voice comes from somewhere behind him, standing just beyond where the last of the vampires had crumpled to the ground after being beheaded. She frowns, reaching to close her hand around the handle of one of her own knives, pulling it from the sheath at her belt. It's no machete, but it's better than nothing.
Slowly, she approaches him, one hand outstretched and reaching to close over his forearm when she gets close enough. "Dean! What the hell is going on here?"