It may have been an empty toast, but Cas raised his bottle anyway and took a sip. There were rarely any worthwhile causes to drink to. He figured it was best to take those he could get and Cas could definitely agree with what Steve was toasting at the very least. Meg having her way would likely be catastrophic - she was an avid worshipper and follower of Lucifer, or at least, that was what he'd known her to be. While he respected her belief for what it was, his experiences with his own Father garnered reluctant pity more than anything else.
"In terms of how you can help, you simply only need to assist me in finding those she healed. From there, we will decide on a course of action. Obviously, I only aim to reverse any negative affects. I do not seek to harm another transplant. We are...in the same boat, as you might say."
He thought that was the correct saying and expected to be corrected if it wasn't. He felt comfortable enough to use it now, though he didn't understand its exact sentiment. He'd observed humans for centuries and humans residing in the same watercraft for a prolonged amount of time often ate each other in the event of a shipwreck. Thinking back on it, it was equally as unpleasant at that moment as it ever had been.
"If you wish to accompany me on a hunt sometime in the future, you are welcome to," he offered. "In time, you will find it is no different from facing any other enemy in battle. Once you know your opponent's weakness, it is simply a matter of bringing them down. Though that is not to say I can promise you will get out unscathed. I have...worked up something of a collection of scars since my Grace stopped supporting the ability to heal my vessel. Then again, I imagine you too have your fair share."