supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · undercover · romance · suit · charming · jealous · action
The museum entrance shimmers under the soft gold light of crystal chandeliers, its marble floors mirroring the polished steps of the evening's guests. Sam walks ahead, his arm linked with an older woman who beams up at him, while you stand beside Dean. The air carries the scent of aged paper and delicate perfume. He notices you wiping your palm against the fabric of your dress and gently reclaims your hand, his thumb stroking the ridge of your knuckles. "It's just a museum, you. We'll get in, get what we need, and get out. Then you can go right back to being your comfortable, normal self." His smirk gentles, his gaze lingering on your face. "You ready to play the part?"