"Yeah, I would definitely have to agree with you there. Maybe this is where all the hard working sons of bitches go to be rewarded for their good deeds." He suggested with a laugh, only half serious about that. It definitely seemed like a place where everyone was given a second chance at life. "I can only imagine how much of a dick Hitler was, and I'm sure as shit glad I didn't end up being tortured by you in Hell. Or, Lucifer, I guess? I don't know where I was really going with that."
Dean leaned back in his seat and relaxed a little, surprised at how easily he was getting along with Lucifer, and how much more intelligent he was. Not to mention he wasn't there slightest bit irritating. "Yes, again, I agree with you. I would definitely take physical torture over anything emotional." Being stuck in whatever this Hell loop was, sounded like it would be the worst imaginable pain ever. Living through all the times he had lost someone, snapped at Sam, let down Sam, let down his father, fucked up epically. It would be endless.
"Really, I'm hired? That's awesome, thank you. Do I have to wear anything in particular? My wardrobe is kind of limited right now."