Even with the alcohol slowing him down, Castiel is tense and alert the moment Crowley's face comes into view. It had been stupid to come out without some sort of plan or disguise.

His blade slipped into his hand smoothly, though whether he could use it or not remained to be seen. He could stand up on his own just fine, but fighting was a whole different thing and his movements were a little sluggish.

"Crowley." His voice hovered somewhere between surprise and disdain. "You don't have anything better to think about?"