Dean stood outside the castle, looking up at it. He hadn't dressed for the occassion, not exactly. The usual jeans, boots, jacket, and plaid shirt, along with the holy water, stake, gun, knives, and assorted other bits of occult fun. He was dressed more for hunting than for a good time at some reception.
He'd taken up a spot with Dinah, leaning slightly and carefully against her bike. His arm wrapped around her. He couldn't decide if he wanted to go in, crash it even if he had been invited. Or, if he wanted to stay here and wait the party out to see if someone would need rescuing.
His arm tightened on Dinah as he caught sight of two people who shouldn't have been here. He had hoped neither would show up, but he wasn't all that surprised when they did. Jo - Eric's business partner. Fred - crazy woman with really no sense of what was good for her.
"That isn't the guy she was with at the opera." Hey, the hunter could notice things even if all he wanted to think about was seeing how quickly Dinah's dress came off. "For a mouse, she gets around." He shook his head a little, surprised and curious. Not curious enough to see just how open to new experiences the brain was, just curious enough to wonder what the hell.