"It's not fucking funny Jo, so I don't know why you're laughing!"

Dean shouts, deep green eyes full of rage that was barely concealing his panic. Jo quiets down, clearly trying to stay stubborn, but his voice frightened her enough.

"It's your damn fault she got taken anyways! Dragging all of us into this freakin' case because you couldn't leave well enough alone! And now my…my…"

Dean runs a frustrated hand through his hair, taking a deep and wavering breath.

"Well, I was right. There was a case."

Jo frowns, crossing her arms.

"It's not my fault that My Persona decided to follow the chloroform scent and got taken. Maybe she isn't very good at her job."

Dean bristles.

"I'm going to get her, and Sammy and I are going to gank that freak that took her and you-"

Dean jabs his finger at her.

"I'm calling your mother."

Jo huffs, fists clenching.

"I'm not a child!"

"Really? Well ya coulda fooled me!"

Dean shouts back, about to say more when Sam cuts in.

"C'mon, Dean. We gotta go find her before.."

Dean clenches his jaw, eyes glistening.

"Yeah, I know. I know, I'm coming."

He hurries behind Sam, leaving Jo in the empty apartment room.

"Did you find…anything? Where she might be?"

Dean swallows nervously, clenching his gun.

"Yeah."

Sam murmurs, heading for the apartment complex basement.

"Jo found a chunk of her hair in the walls towards the entrance to the basement. Dean, she's okay. If she wasn't we would've found a lot more. She's okay, dude."

Dean nods, not saying much else. Oh, his baby.