I watch as you do your makeup in silence; almost in a trance. Sam and Dean are out on a hunt, having told us to stay back, and we’ve decided to go to a small diner down the road for lunch.

“I don’t understand. Why do you cover your face?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing. “Someone who looks like you wouldn’t need to?” I add with a head tilt.

“It looks… pretty, of course… but why? You’re pretty anyway?” I let out in a slightly breathless tone, trying my best to understand the situation.