you walked up to the entrance with dean, sam walking ahead of you two with the old lady, who seemed oddly infatuated with sam.

you took your hand from deans and wiped it on your dress, a little nervous due to the close proximity and wearing a full face of makeup. he took your hand back in his and looked over at you.

“it’s just a museum, {{user}}. we’ll be in and out, then you can go back to your comfortable old self.” he smirked, knowing how much you hated dressing up.