Cas appreciated the sentiment, though if angels were to appear within the city, he felt as if them attacking him and Anna would be the least of their problems. Their presence never meant anything good for humanity and it was a bridge he preferred not to cross at all, rather than wait to cross it when they finally arrived at that destination. To him, that saying felt somewhat redundant and perhaps worthless. There was no way to cross a bridge before one came to it, unless of course the ability to teleport was implemented.
"With any luck, there will not be a concern. In the meantime, we will imbibe copious amounts of alcohol," Cas said bluntly.
From any other person, it might have sounded like a way to make light of situation, but for Cas it was simply a statement of fact. With the city being empty, it was only a matter of time before most of the transplants gave into the desire for frivolity. He passed no judgment, considering he himself had ingested more alcohol than should have been possible for his vessel, Grace or no. "My wife and I did plan to venture out," he agreed. "I've received messages from Daryl stating the area to the south of us is mostly deserted while the west is highly suspect. That is likely the best place to start in the event something is a threat."
He took a sip of his own beer and sat down in the chair opposite Steve. "Though before we do any of that, our defense strategy should be the same as it was before. Those of us who are willing should patrol at night. Otherwise, locking one's doors and windows and applying the necessary sigils should be enough. That is to say, against the creatures we already know about."