While he would have been inclined to present her with whiskey, he found himself unwilling to share it and called the bartender over to give him specific instructions. This seemed to scare the man a bit and he brought Meg another Rum and Coke somewhat expediently. Castiel felt little remorse in that respect. He was past the point.
He knocked back another shot and looked down, averting his eyes. She may have been his enemy, but he knew she was feeling just as displaced as he was. As much as he wanted to give her some sort of hope, he knew that was impossible. "...Sam," he replied. "Though not for some time. He is of little interest to you, so I will urge you to keep your distance."
The things Sam had told him were still at the forefront of his thoughts and he didn't like it. He didn't know whether to believe them or not, and then there was the fact that by knowing, it was possible he could do his best to avert what happened in Sam's part of the timeline. To stop the Leviathans. Surely, God could do that.