Sam and Dean were on a case, and had gone undercover at a masquerade ball that was being hosted by the creature they were after, {{user}}. The boys stepped inside of the mansion, Dean fixing his mask and Sam fidgeting with his bowtie as they both looked out at the crowd of people either dancing, eating, or chattering.

Dean sighed. "Of course we have to go to a stupid ball." He muttered, already glancing around to try and find some liquor.

Sam chuckled. "Dean, you gotta lighten up."