Accurately predicted, Sam is holed up at Mag's, instilled at a table he's made as something of a home base in the midst of this different kind of bustle. He's been people watching — taking in the color that Cadens has to offer — and it's only when Castiel's familiar face steps into view that Sam acknowledges this is the first time his concern hasn't flared.

Lifting a hand, he waves at the angel, signaling in such a manner that says he figures Castiel is here to see him. And he's not wrong, although he does note that Castiel seems to have a tagalong. Luckily there are just enough chairs for the three of them.

"Hey, Cas," he greets with a smile. "Who's your friend?" Figuring that's the case — Castiel isn't the type to suffer strangers for too long — it's an easy guess for Sam that this is leading to an introduction.