Dean got each of them a shot of whiskey and a beer. He was trying to think what, y'know, you really wanted to drink after dying. He didn't really know what Jo liked to drink other than beer, and he knew while he was in Hell, he'd have given a limb for one shot of something hard enough to knock out some of the awareness.
So, he split the difference.
He was bullshitting a little with the bartender while Jo was picking out the music, and smiled at the REO Speedwagon choice. Ha. He really had missed her, he was realizing. It wasn't that he missed Lisa, and Jo happened to be here. After everything she'd done, especially the way she'd saved everyone.... that's not what it was.
And that didn't mean he was totally over Lisa (and Ben, he loved that kid), either.
"So that guy," Dean said when Jo came back, nodding at the one other person in there besides them, "comes here in the morning every day of the year. His name is Pete. And Pete drinks his four drinks and goes home. Then later, Pete goes to work."
Dean tilted his head, thinking about how this guy's day actually must go in a place like this, especially late.
"Pete's an undertaker."
Dean sighed. "So do you just wanna jump right into this, or do you want to, y'know, deal with being back and breathing for a few minutes first?"