Sam sat and slid against the wall to make room for Dean beside him. He looked up at smiled a slightly uncomfortable smile at his brother. Jo's death wasn't one of his favorite subjects. Just wait till they told her she effectively died for nothing. But she was back among the living now, so did it matter? Sam shook his head at his own thoughts. Of course it mattered.
He almost said that going to hell would probably make a person look older on the flip side, but decided against it. He didn't want to make the atmosphere tense right from the start, or at least not any more tense than it already was.
"Yeah, I don't have any money. I've got like ten bucks on me. You?" He glanced at Dean. He didn't expect that Dean would ahve any more than he had.