Imbibe copious amounts of alcohol. A common sentiment among many, and Steve had to smile a just a little, and briefly at the statement- not in a malicious way, but in an agreeable but amused way. Castiel was a very serious individual, and he could respect that. Duty first, entertainment later, and he tipped his bottle to the sentiment again. Even though he wasn't a heavy drinker by nature for reasons he generally didn't share lightly, he wasn't opposed to others having a good time.
"Then that's where we'll start," he agreed. The city provided a vast amount of cover for the transplants, but it also provided too much cover for those who might wander into the area. He found that he was trusting Castiel more as time progressed, they had begun to develop a friendship based on similar experiences even though they were very different.
"You can count me in for the patrols. Besides, I need to meet the others one of these days, I've heard so much about them. I know Andrew, but I've never met Buffy." He'd heard her name in various conversations, but had never spoken with her directly. "I never found Anna- the angel you told me about- that night in Brooklyn."