Once the shift had all but erased life from the city, Cas had seen little reason to keep Winterfell open for the time being. The change for him was simply a matter of reality - it was to be accepted and dealt with accordingly, so now Winterfell simply functioned as a place of respite. It was not disheartening. In fact, in many ways he found he liked the quiet. He sat at the table in the back room, several guns disassembled before him as he carefully cleaned each one. A cigarette dangled from his lips, if only because he'd made it his resolve not to smoke in Anna's presence. She disliked it, so therefore, this was really the only acceptable place.
Stubbing it out in the ashtray, he came around through the door and out from behind the bar, making his way around a table whose chairs were still upside down atop it. "Hello, Steve," he said simply, offering his new friend a faint smile.
Greetings were still something of a mystery to Cas. He understood that they were both customary and necessary, but beyond a hello, it was often considered awkward by the other party, though he paid it little mind as a whole. "I trust you are well."
He refrained from asking about Steve's injuries, primarily because it was to his understanding that Meg had healed them all when she restored him to life. Why she would do such a thing was beyond his understanding. Meg was a demon and few demons if any at all were truly helpful. When demons became helpful, there was always cause for concern and he was hopeful Meg had not done something to Steve and Snape out of some endgame they had yet to realize fully.