Jo's steps are quiet and even behind him, rather like most things she does. Even though she does stop, tugging the sleeve of her hoodie over her wrist again.

She's not going to sugar coat it, because he knows why he's here even if its not being shared. "Mary, Deana, the other Sam, Jess." Erm. She's looking a little to the side, before at his back. "It was six at the height, and always the Winchester place."

All of them except Jo.