Dean grabbed his card back that pretty much read that he was the owner of a bar. Nothing wrong with that, although he didn't look forward to tending bar when there were more important things going on in the world. Like demons and monsters. Small things like that. He'd rather be the guy on the other side getting the drinks made for him, but this gig would do just fine. He still thought it was weird and he wondered where the hell he was, but he knew what hell was like. And this wasn't it.
He was getting more and more curious when Emily pulled out her little card and she wouldn't let him read it. He tried to snatch it, but to no avail. "Oh, come on! What does it say?" He asked, amused, while he watched her as she looked at the card for the second, third and fourth time.
"Oh, man, that can't be pretty."
He waited and finally she looked at him and declared that she wasn't a whore.
Bursting out laughing, he gave her an, 'are you serious?' look and walked over, finally snatching the card out of her tiny hand successfully and looking it over. When the laughter calmed down, he handed her back the card, in his most amused, yet serious voice, he asked, "So how much do I owe you?"