Dean had made the damn outfits that the princess and the queen were wearing. Of course he had to be at the ball. He even had a needle and thread on him in case somebody busted out of her corset.
This world was changing him in some ways--he was a bit grumpier on a day-to-day basis, but being bent over sewing when you were used to hunting and having some kind of authority would do that to a person.
He was glad to have Sam back, and glad he'd been seeing more of Jo, and as a matter of fact was here as Jo's escort. It was a whole formal date kind of thing, but because of his vocation in this place, he had to meet her here. He'd come directly from the sewing circle.
SEWING. CIRCLE.
Dean hated everything for a minute, thinking of those words together as a thing he was a part of.
It didn't take long to spot a few people he knew. He could see the Doctor, and Annabelle.... she was up near the queen. Hoboy. He didn't see Jo yet, but another scan of the room (after he'd grabbed and devoured a turkey leg) showed him Mary, and Dean headed right for her. He stopped next to her, and his eyeline went where hers did.
"Did you get stood up?"
He didn't mean to sound hopeful, but he sort of did. Because Dean needed to hit some things. He offered her a slight smile by way of apology for the tone.