Morales and Castiel
Castiel had participated in Fight Club night that evening, and he'd even convinced Balthazar to attend to cheer him on. Cas hadn't done nearly as well as he had hoped. Nearly as well as he should have. He was an angel of the Lord, damn it. He should have won the thing.
Oh, well. It had been fun, at least, so there was that.
At least it had given him something to do. Besides Balthazar. And harassing the Winchesters. He had a drink in hand, though he wasn't planning on getting drunk. He just wanted a drink, that was all.
He nodded at Moralesm briefly, as he scanned the crowd.