[ it takes half a second for jo to process what is going on - dean in the storeroom, gaping hole at his size, the thread and the bottle of alcohol and she definitely still has her gun on him. whoops. ]

Gave you a heart attack? What the hell happened?

[ that's when she finally sets the gun down, stepping into the closet and dropping to her knees to get a better look at the wound. he's lucky she's had a lot more practice with first aid since last time she stitched him up, but the exhaustion and stress of the last few days has her a little nervous.

especially looking at a hole like that. ]

Did you get bit? [ and maybe the word werewolf pops up in her head, but she pushes it away. not here. she knows not here. ] And why are you in here? Damn it, c'mon, I need better light to look at this.

[ and then she's up again, reaching down to grab at his arm on his good side to help him stand. this store room is not gonna do. ]