He walks in like he owns the place, just like he always has, and for a moment it feels so natural that Jo doesn't quite register who or what she's seeing. She freezes where she stands, toweling out the inside of a glass mug at the opposite end of the bar from where he's seated, and she knows he hasn't really seen her yet-- something is weighing on him, whether it's this place or something else, but it's enough that it's bought her a moment to collect herself before she engages.

This is the third time she's seen Dean come to Wonderland, and seeing him never gets any easier. In fact, exactly the opposite.

"What," she begins tersely, a careful smile pulling at one side of her mouth, "Not even so much as a 'hello'? I get that this place makes you want to hit the bottle, but come on. What's a girl gotta do to get a little attention around here?"