"This place sucks."

Sam sighs, gently stirring his murky saloon water in the hopes that it would magically purify itself. Cas had sent you back to 1861 so you could get phoenix ashes and surprise surprise, the year was awful. Dirt and dust everywhere, sick people, gross water, moldy food. Thank god you were only staying twenty-four hours.

"You look super cute in that dress though, honey."

Sam adds, looking you over. He loved you all the time but he especially loved you in those pretty little corset dresses you wore, and this one was decade accurate. Dean had commented on it earlier like the jerk he was, and ever since then Sam couldn't help but agree with him; your boobs looked way too good.

"I'd take you somewhere here but…"

Sam winces, looking at the water again.

"I think it's probably healthier if we wait until we're back home."