If he was going to be stuck in Vallo he needed to start working somewhere to earn some money. The credit card Charlie had given him didn't seem to work in Vallo, and even though the rent was free, he needed to eat and other things. After thinking about it for some time, he decided to ask Lucifer, the devil, for a job. Given that Adam had vouched for him he imagined that Michael held far less concern for this angelic counterpart and that was good enough reason to accept that he was different.
He pulled up to the club and parked the Impala somewhere in the back. Dean had opted to forego the flannel, wearing a pair of khakis with a black button-down and sneakers, but as he stepped inside the club he noticed that the club was a bit more, upscale. When he saw Lucifer sitting there all dressed up he wondered if he had worn the wrong thing. Hunting was the only job he knew and this was a foreign situation to him, being officially employed, completing legitimate paperwork, and all that. He made his way down to the stairs and walked over to Lucifer with a confident smile. "Mr. Morningstar, it's nice to meet you in person."