As far as timeline goes, this takes place before the apocalypse has started. Castiel is still searching for God, and is trying to prevent a civil war. He's rebelled against the other angels, and they are out to stop him.
It was a characteristically arid night just outside of Las Vegas, Nevada when the man ducked into the Last Resort. It was a rundown old bar with a loyal customer base. It was the kind of place that mostly catered to locals, though every once in awhile someone would wind up off the beaten bath and found themselves at the old oak bar. Naomi watched as the man shuffled over to the bar and took a seat at one of the stools. She looked at the clock and then checked him out. He had at least a day's worth of stubble on his face. He wasn't very tall, but he was in good shape. He had broad shoulders and he carried himself in a deliberate way. Naomi scanned his tan trench coat and tie and pegged him as a business man who'd wandered too far from his hotel. She sauntered over confidently and propped a hand on her hip.
"Late night?" Naomi asked with a bright smile. The man looked up at her and squinted. He had blue eyes that turned down a smidge at the corners. Dark, mahogany brown hair that was just long enough to run your fingers through. He was handsome even with the deadpan expression.
"I don't understand what you mean." The man answered after a pause. His tone had a slightly harsh edge to it. He looked over the woman standing in front of him. She was pretty by human standards, he was sure. She had shoulder length blonde hair that framed her heart shaped face. She had full, pouty lips and green eyes. She didn't wear very much makeup, and she was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Can I get you something to drink? I can only serve you for the next hour and then the bar's closed." Some of the friendliness left her voice. She wasn't expecting that kind of response. This guy was definitely going to be one to remember.
"Yes. But I'm not sure what." The man answered in his somber tone. Naomi bit her lip and lifted her eyebrows. The man cleared his throat. "Just a beer I guess. Whatever you think is good."
Naomi grabbed a glass and filled it up from the tap at the bar. She set the glass on a coaster and slid it in front of the man. He held it between his hands for a bit before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip. He drank deeply before setting the glass back down on the coaster. Naomi leaned her elbows on the bar and leaned over so she was closer to the man.
"What's your name?" She asked. It had been a slow night, and Naomi often found that chatting up the patrons earned her better tips. She was sure this guy had to have some good stories, as well.
"My name is not important." The man said abruptly. He stared down at the beer and took another deep gulp. He finished the glass and slid it over to the woman and gave her a nod. The woman was so close to him, he could smell the perfume coming off her neck. She refilled his glass and set it back down in front of him before leaning against the counter behind her. The man looked up and gave her an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry. I forget how to be human sometimes." He said as he ran a hand through his hair. "My name is Castiel."
"That's quite the name." Naomi said as she crossed her hands in front of her stomach. "What brings you out to this hellhole at this time of night? You're quite awhile from anything else."
"This is not a hellhole." Castiel said with a snort. He glanced around at the vintage signs on the wall and the worn pool tables. He was the only patron. "It smells about the same, though."
"Touch ." Naomi said with a wink. She walked closer and held out her hand. "Naomi. Nice to meet you, Castiel." Castiel examined her hand before taking it and giving it a quick squeeze.
"If you must know, I'm looking for God." Castiel answered as his hand absentmindedly reached up to touch the front of his shirt. Pressing the pendant against his skin, he could feel it was still cold.
"Trust me, honey. No God in his right mind would hang out here." Naomi smirked.
"You are probably right." Castiel sighed and looked back down at the bar. Naomi was about to say something when the door to the door burst open. Naomi jumped and quickly narrowed her eyes when she saw the newcomers.
It was a trio of men all laughing and carrying on loudly. Naomi recognized them instantly. One of them, the ringleader, looked over at her and winked before saying something to one of his friends. The friend looked over, and the whole group's laughter was refreshed. They took their place around one of the pool tables as the ringleader sauntered over to the bar. He was tall and gangly. He was good looking with close cropped blonde hair and that confidant grin on his face. Naomi crossed her arms in front of her chest as the man leaned against the bar next to Castiel.
"Hey there sugar." He said with a smirk. His breath reeked of alcohol.
"Hello Chris." Naomi replied tersely. "Making one last stop?"
"They don't call this the last resort for nothing." Chris grinned. He knocked Castiel with his elbow and smirked. "Ain't that right pal?"
"I am not your pal. Please don't touch me." Castiel sneered back. Chris' smile faded a little but he turned his attention back to Naomi.
"We're going to need some pitchers." Chris slurred. "We might be here awhile."
"We close at 2, Chris. You know that." Naomi reminded sternly as she filled two pitches with beer and set them on the bar. She grabbed three glasses off the stack and set them next to the two pitchers.
"Maybe we'll be ready to go then, maybe not." Chris said with a wink as he scooped everything up in his hands and went back to the pool table.