An arrival of the fallen and frustrated sort
First and foremost, Cas had no idea where he was. He'd believed that he'd fallen asleep in a room somewhere within Atlantis - a city whose very existence bothered him, but that was hardly of any import anymore. There was a street now, and where there had been a boat and nothing more than an endless stretch of ocean, there were rows of houses. Yet...he was definitely not home. The town may have resembled that of those he'd once hunted in, but...something was different. For one, there was a discrepancy regarding the time of year - Autumn did not occur at the same time as Christ's rebirth, and as for that, it was the ritual involved rabbits and eggs. To explain this to anyone would evidently be a mistake.
If there was indeed, anyone he was familiar with.
He was experiencing no pain, so that was likely a comforting sign - he had his blade, his gun, and his phone. Which of course, upon examining it, there was no signal. There were no numbers regarding those he'd met aboard the cruise liner either, but...if he were completely honest with himself, they had only been temporary anyway. He needed to find a way home. And he was not going to do that standing in the middle of a street among those who insisted upon wearing masks.
Moving further down the street, he nearly bumped into what he supposed was a female, who said very little to him. Deciding that was useless, he chose to grab the shoulder of the next person he saw - one who apparently did not have a mask. "May I..."
Realizing he'd likely grabbed too hard, he took a step back and released his grip. "My apologies. It seems...it seems I'm very lost," he said quietly. "I need to speak with anyone who is familiar with this area."