Los Angeles
4 weeks later...
Cas had been on the road for weeks now, driving around from state to state looking for Chuck knows what. It seemed only fitting that he settled in the city of lost angels.
He sat at a bar nursing a bottle of single malt, his duffle at the foot of the stool he sat on when a tall burely man with a long beard spoke to him.
"Hey man what you got in the bag there?" He asked.
Castiel ignored him and took another long swig from the bottle finishing it off.
He put the bottle down gently on the counter and handed the bartender a tip.
He stumbled off the stool, picked up his duffle bag and turned to leave.
"Hey pal I asked you a question!" The burely man said grabbing Cas' shoulder.
Cas stumbled around dropping the bag at his feet as he flung the man's hand off his shoulder.
"I said what you got in the bag?" The man asked again.
"It is none of your business" Cas answered.
The man looked at his buddies laughing. He turned back around right into Cas' fist landing him one right in his jaw. The man stumbled back, in shock.
Cas turned to leave again but the man grabbed him and threw him to floor. Cas stumbled into some tables and landed on his face breaking his nose. He grabbed at a stool trying to lift himself up off of the floor.
The man pulled him back up and kept punching him and throwing him around earning loud cheers from his buddies.
Cas fell to the ground curling into the foetal position as the man's buddies kept on punching and kicking at him while the burely man stood back and watched.
There was a loud bang as what sounded like a shot gun go off. The men stopped beating on Cas and looked up.
"Get the hell out of my bar NOW!"
Cas heard a woman's voice say as she pointed the gun at them.
The men took their stuff and strolled out of the bar leaving Cas a bloodied mess on the floor.
"Oh my God! Cas?" What are you doing here? The woman asked putting down the gun and running over to him.
"Cas! Hunnie can you hear me?"
Cas could barely see or hear in his drunken and beaten state. He blinked rapidly to try and focus.
The woman's face appeared in his line of vision. Cas knew that face, those beautiful honey brown eyes and soft brown curls. And he would know that voice anywhere.
"E-Eleanor?" He sputtered.
"Yeah! It's me" She smiled at him.
Can you stand? She asked gripping his arm.
Cas tried to sit up with great difficulty.
"Tom! Help me get him upstairs."
Tom, who is the bartender jogged over to Cas' other side and helped him up.
There was no one else in the bar so Eleanor told the waitress Marie to lock up and call it a night. Tom grabbed up Cas' duffle and he and Eleanor helped him up to her place.
She thanked Tom and told him he can finish up downstairs and take the rest of the night off.