For a long time, it’d been her mom and her holding down The Roadhouse. Losing her father at such a young age left an imprint on her. While she was close with her mother, she could feel the veil of protection that was kept over her as she grew up. But that didn’t mean she didn’t revolt against it every now and then. In fact, she did quite a bit. 

When Lana arrived, Jo had initially been immensely curious. She always was whenever John Winchester did his extremely rare pop ins. Combing over her father’s journals she didn’t understand why she didn’t see more of him. They were best friends. But at the time, it was never explained to her the burden he’d taken on. So, whenever he did come around, Jo paid attention. She possibly asked more questions than she should to someone that was an illusion of an enormous amount of ‘Hunter Uncles.’ 

Having him ask her mother to take in someone, she knew had to be important. Jo didn’t know it then but she was exceptionally well at reading people. She could never understand why he tried to avoid looking her or her mother directly in the eye. But this time he did so with apprehension, so she knew it had to be serious. Spending time with Lana at the Roadhouse during her post teen years was more than she could have ever imagined. She’d been an only child her entire life. Somehow she now had this sidekick with her she could share things with. Especially the loss of a loved one. The hunting life. It felt good to be seen and almost like she was being reflected too. Now in their mid 20s, that feeling hadn’t changed.

As they set up for the night, she grabbed a rack of the glasses fresh out of the washer. The steam welcoming her face as she closed the door of it and placed it on the counter between her and Lana. Grabbing two dry towels she tossed one over at her, and smiled shaking her head. “Well you look like you’re in a good mood today,” she teased eyeing her playfully before taking one of the glasses and drying it out with the towel, making sure to buff out any of the water rings. Her eyes darted back up to her keen with interest. “You gonna make me guess what it’s all about or you’re gonna spill before the regulars come in?”