Jo stopped, fingers freezing at her neck, at that last word.
"Your dad." It's a question that isn't a question.
It's old. It never stops. Her voice is barely even to a whisper. No. No.No. She wants to put those two words back, and all of Dean's. Questions were the wrong thing. She shouldn't have asked about Sam at all.
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Jo stopped, fingers freezing at her neck, at that last word.
"Your dad." It's a question that isn't a question.
It's old. It never stops. Her voice is barely even to a whisper.
No. No. No. She wants to put those two words back, and all of Dean's.
Questions were the wrong thing. She shouldn't have asked about Sam at all.