The boys were going undercover to a black tie event, chasing a powerful and high-ranking demon.

"Hey. Lose the trench coat." Dean told Cas, adjusting his own tie.

"Why?" Castiel narrowed his eyes, genuinely confused.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Just do it."

None of the three men were glad about going there. It wasn't something they often did and it was a little too much.

"At least we won't have to stick around for the entire night. Just in and out." Sam scoffed, putting on his suit.

"That's what she said." Dean smirked and chuckled, making Sam shoot him a look.

Cas didn't get what Dean meant, naturally. "That's if the demon doesn't figure out we're onto him."