It looked like everyone had been doing their own thing lately. After the commotion with War had died down, it had gotten quiet. He wasn't sure if it was another calm before the storm or everyone still recovering from spending over a week trying to survive fake demons everywhere they looked. Eliot had taken the opportunity to leave town himself, a quiet road trip. The truck had taken a beating, the door not quite opening all the way and it was obvious someone had taken a shotgun to front panel, but it ran.
Finding a place to park, he turned off the vehicle and got out, sliding the keys into his pocket as he slammed the door shut. The Roadhouse had become the go to bar. For him, it was feeling more at home among the "locals" and the hunters passing through. The atmosphere was comfortable.
It didn't take him long to find Booth. For someone who had just been on vacation, it didn't look like it had done much good. "You look like you're ready to knock someone's head off."