It's been a doozy. Months of chasing Dean as a demon, then waiting to see if The Cure would work unchanging him back. Castiel slowly dying during those months, only to appear fine in the middle of the last big fight after the demon kidnapped Ciri. At the same time, Sam and Jack both slipped out of this place without a whisper or a bang.

It's honestly been far too much. But so has Jo's whole life.
She wouldn't know what normal was if it punched her in the jaw.

Jo looked in the direction he was angled toward the tower and frowned oddly. "Not?"

The question is a confused skepticism, while she squints at it and then begins to think about routes there, that—of course—begin with climbing down and beginning to weave their way through the ever-busy streets of Caden's to get there. "Especially at this time of day. The crowds would be obnoxious."