Castiel glanced up when the waitress came to their table, briefly realizing the same thing as Meg, but fortunately they were in luck and didn't need to worry about paying. Castiel had money, but it was all American and probably wouldn't be particularly useful here.

He turned his attention back to Meg once they were free to go, and he nodded once in agreement and scooped up his notepad. They should figure out their rooms and try to get some more information if possible, and he stepped around the table to start leading the way back. He felt a little better, physically, after the food, and so seemed a bit brighter and more like himself even if he was still mentally very much in shock.