Coming back, trying to make things right, being hit by Zoe, after all of it, Jesse needed a drink. He guessed that it had been a long while since he'd had one, so he was due anyway. Finding the bar had been easy, the City generally didn't deny him watering holes when he was seeking them out.
He was a few drinks in, working on another, when he heard the singular word spring up out of nowhere.
Slowly, Jesse turned, not sure what to expect. Nobody had ever called him that, and he was suddenly afraid that maybe he'd gotten Tulip pregnant way back when and this was his son who'd somehow ended up in the City with him. Why he'd have such an absurd thought out of nowhere was inexplicable, but it was all he could think of. What he saw instead was a familiar angel.
"Castiel." He breathed the name out in relief. "How ya doin, bud?"
Jesse turned back toward the bar and his drink, lifting the whiskey to his lips.