Dean was still a little discombobulated by last night's little potion debacle, but he was trying to push it out of his mind and just hope it was an isolated incident. He was working on assuming the best of intentions and trying not to worry too much and so far was at least making some progress. It would always be in his nature to worry, but he kept it to himself more nowadays.

Tonight was Hanna's night for his attention and he was grateful for the distraction. He didn't often try to align their social calendars, since he didn't want to raise any suspicion, but considering it was still the off-season and there were only so many events happening, there was a high chance they were going to cross paths anyway. Still, he had inquired as to whether or not she would be attending and if she wanted him to tag along, so here they were. He'd kept his distance after putting his name on her dance card, that was just polite after all, circling in her orbit, but not directly gaining her company. Their dance was for later in the evening, closer to one of the last ones, as he always did, in hopes she might have success beforehand that he could tease her about.

It was decidedly difficult not to keep stealing glances in her direction, mostly to see if he could catch her eye and make her blush, or if he could quietly discern if she was doing alright. He was starting to pick up on her tells, though she often kept it together pretty well in most instances. Her friend, the bubbly weather witch was bopping around tonight, which probably helped.

Their turn on the floor was still a few songs off, but Dean took advantage of a lull in the music to seek her out anyway, coming up next to her with a gentle hand at her back briefly before letting it fall, watching the back of the retreating gentleman she had just been speaking with. "Did you charm him with your unending wit and cheerfulness?" He teased lightly.