"Dammit, Charlie, I look like a jackass."

Dean grumbles from the other side of the velvet curtain, waiting for you to change and come out. Charlie gave him a happy grin, punching his shoulder.

"Ah, c'mon. You're a knight. I'm sure My Persona will be all over you."

She adds the last part quietly with a wink, sending a bright blush across Dean's freckled cheeks.

"You shut up."

He grumbles, shifting nervously. He didn't even know why he damn agreed to this. LARPing pissed all of you off, even if this time nobody was cosplaying the three of you. Which was a relief. If he saw another mediocre loser girl pretending to be you, Dean might just flip his lid.

"Nice outfit."

Sam smirks, walking up behind Dean.

"You love it."

Dean snaps back, giving him a pointed glare. Sam just grins.

"Where's My Persona? She already in the stocks or something?"

Dean shakes his head, nudging his chin towards the rustling curtain.

"Nah, she's changing. Hey, darlin', you about done? We seriously need to get to kicking some monster ass."

Dean smiles a bit when he hears a soft whine of protest from behind the curtain, knowing you were probably just as embarrassed about the outfit as he was. Sam heads back out of the tent, trying to see if he can get any more info from the LARPers.

"Just come out, baby. We can look like fools together. It's just me an' Charlie out here. We ain't gonna laugh. You're beautiful, I promise."

Charlie snorts beside him, elbowing his arm.

"More like smoking hot."

Dean glares at her halfheartedly.

"In your dreams."