Sam gave Dean a look. He was being helpful in that way that he sometimes fell into. That way where he knew more than the person and was reveling in doling out information in little bits and bytes. He supposed that Logan had been surly when they sat down, but still he wouldn't wish ending up in this place with no explanations on anyone.
"Sometimes keys show up in your pockets. The City has a strange way of providing things sometimes."
Sam didn't know if the City actively wanted to screw with them or if it just didn't know any better ways of reaching out to people and communicating things. Though from certain things he'd learned, he leaned towards the latter. Of course, he also thought that it was a little like a child who'd just discovered that he could play with insects and did various things because the child legitimately wanted to know what happened and didn't quite recognize that they were living beings who could feel pain.
Possibly.
He nodded in response to Dean's whispered question. He would tell his brother after the fact. He didn't want to risk the Wolverine overhearing that he knew who he was, because that would just lead to more questions. Instead, Sam kept his attention on the newcomer.
"If the City doesn't give you a place right away, there are a few motels that you should be able to stay in. Money works a little differently here. Usually, you'll find a bank card or something that will take care of it. Sometimes, the proprietors of various places don't care all that much whether or not they get paid."
That was most likely because the City provided food and basic needs for just about everyone.