It hadn't been Castiel's intention to get any kind of job here in Dunwich -- particularly not one that was accidentally profiting off of his own friend having gotten into a fight, and therefore requiring the bar need more protection. But the lord worked in mysterious ways -- or irony was just very strong in this town.
Castiel was sort of thinking it was the second option. But he'd been reflecting on what Dean had said the other day, and he was right. It was probably best to blend in with the local non-locals. And maybe that just meant finding gainful employ.
He'd never had a job on earth before, but Castiel didn't expect it would be that difficult, really. Breaking up a few inebriated altercations wasn't exactly something that would require strategic finesse, after all.
Arriving on time, Cas appeared directly outside the door of the tavern, and then let himself in in order to properly meet Owen, as he'd been asked to do. "Hello?" It was a lot quieter in her earlier in the day.