No offence to anyone who likes the Tate Modern. It is a very nice place and the 'Massacre of the Cuddly Toys' is a real exhibit. I've forgotten the name.
God, Castiel hated the Tate Modern. Usually he liked museums, but god, this one was boring. Charlie was rushing around, gasping at a load of pikes up against a wall with stuffed toys impaled on it.
"The massacre of the cuddly toys." he muttered. Sitting down on a bench in the middle of the room and tiredly watched Charlie as she swept around the room.
He lifted his phone and took a selfie on Snapchat. He sent it to his brother, Gabriel with the caption of 'Boooooored'
A cough behind him made him jump violently and twist around. A burly guard stood there, glaring down at him with his big green eyes.
"Please do not take pictures of the masterpieces."
Personally, none of the pikes, pieces of cloth spread out, or the blue wool wound around a piece of wood, were masterpieces, but god that guard was hot.
"I was only taking a selfie..." Castiel replied, yelling internally for Charlie to get her red-haired arse over here.
The security guard smiled and winked.
"I know."