Dean downed his drink in one swallow and poured another. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that. This ahs to be the Trickster. Right? At first I thought it was the angels cos the first guy I met here was called Angel. He seemed as screwed as me though so I guess I was wrong. This just doesn’t feel like their MO to me somehow. Damned if I know what else it could be though.”
That wasn’t strictly true. The was one idea in his head that he didn’t want to think about but couldn’t help himself. Seeing Jo had it made it even more plausible to him though. Maybe he was dead. Maybe that girl back at the motel room hadn’t been as harmless as she’d seemed and she’d ended up giving him way more than a striptease. If that was the case then he had to find a way to get back. But before that, he had to ask Jo questions that he didn’t want to.
“Jo…I know you don’t wanna talk about this but…well…you died. Maybe this where we go afterwards. Maybe I’m dead too.”