"Him. All married. Without coming home, without tests, without talking to Dean, or Mary." Her tongue still slides comfortably over the names, even as she's studying the wreckage of the yard.

"There she was, all be-ringed--and he was--" Jo frowned, hands settling on her hips oddly. The word was giddy. "Seriously. Did anyone really think I needed extra excuses to throw holy water at one of you if you even faintly sounded like you'd fallen off the deep end?"