Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah: Jo's all surly and snappish about Sam just showing up at her new place of employment, so Evil Action Sammy makes use of The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Pleading And Doom to note, "I kinda wanted to see if we could square things," as he strips off his unfortunate corduroy jacket, and now I'm staring at the way his sky-blue shirt's struggling mightily to contain that remarkably broad frame of his, and I will never make it through this episode alive, will I?! "Deep breaths, Demian dear," Raoul sagely counsels. "Deep breaths." Whew. Okay. Thanks. So, yeah. The scene. Eagle-eyed Jo spots a suspicious and fresh burn on the inside of Sam's otherwise remarkably healthy forearm and eyebrows, "That looks like it hurts." Evil Action Sammy shoots his eyes between the mark and Jo for a minute before too-easily joking, "Nah, I just had a run-in with a hot stove." Jo clearly doesn't believe him, but plays along with it for now, choosing instead to icily inquire after that whole squaring thing. Evil Action Sammy proceeds to offer an apologia for Daddy Shut Up, admitting his late father was obsessive about hunting to the point where he didn't care whom he hurt along the way, Jo's father included. "But that was my father," Evil Action Sammy insists, pleading with Those Eyes Of His, "that's not me." Jo takes that in with a curt nod and asks, "What about Dean?" Evil Action Sammy, taken a bit aback, begins explaining Dean's worldview, or whatever, but that's not important, because he just now notices Jo's little twitch of annoyance and dismissal, correctly interprets it as a physical manifestation of her utter lack of interest in Sam and continuing devotion to Dean, and drops the Captain Empathy act entirely to snort, "Boy! You're really carrying a torch for him, aren't you?" Jo feigns shock and indignation. "I'll take that as a yes," Evil Action Sammy notes, a devilish glint hitting his eyes as the corners of his mouth creep up into a smirk. And our poor Darling Sammy has apparently been possessed by a rabid internet Deangirl for this evening's festivities, for he then vomits up straight into her face every single Jo-related complaint I've ever read from them on the boards over the last eight months. Well, okay, maybe not all of them, but he does cover the "little sister" thing and the "schoolgirl" thing and the "romance is just out of the question" thing, and that's enough for me. Shut up, Evil Action Deangirl. I have to put up with you on the boards. You leave my show the hell alone.