"Hey," Dean yelled to the bartender. "Can we have a pitcher?"
The bartender nodded and started to fill up the thing with beer.
Dean looked Jo over, appraisingly. She seemed downright well-adjusted for someone who'd just come back. He hadn't been that well-adjusted.
Then again, he couldn't imagine Jo went to Hell.
"The thing you said at the motel, about heaven?" His eyebrow raised. "That actually is some people's heaven." He smiled. "Ash's heaven is the Road House. And he was proud of you, knew right away you went out fighting."