She shrugged a little at the mention of the trickster, didn't seem right. And from what Cas had told her the other night Gabriel was dead anyways. Unless this was some last fuck you to people. But somehow she doubted that. She downed her own drink and poured another.
Jo knew what it was like to be dead, sadly so did Dean. Maybe her experience was different given the fact she hadn't sold her soul and was being dragged to hell. But she remembered dead. And it didn't feel a damn thing like this. She shook her head. "You're not dead Dean," she assured him. Dead had been better, that vague sense of knowing somehow, somewhere, everything was going to be okay in the end. This, whatever this was, it was too harsh, it hurt and it was rough and it wasn't a thing like what she remember from before. "Besides, if we're dead I doubt that fucker who brought us here would have been apologizing for bringing me," not that she bought the sincerity of the actual apology.