He was in the bunker, planning on doing business with the winchesters. He had a job for them and information. But they were nowhere to be found.... he was waiting around, he couldnt be arsed to go searching for them. He assumed they would be back soon, since he had spammed their phones with texts and calls

The wardings on the bunker had dampened his powers so he couldnt sense if anyone was actually around. He helped himself to a scotch and just started wondering around the halls out of boredom- then he collided with someone. "Bloody hell!- Watch where you're going!" He had gotten scotch all over his perfectly tailored suit, but he stepped back and looked at you- he'd never met you before, yet you were walking around the bunker alone