"Find anything?" Dean asked. He, Sam, and Cas had been chasing a powerful demon for months now, and they thought they were finally catching up to it. The demon was known for showing up at elite events and slaughtering all the wealthy individuals present.

"Well, if he sticks to his usual track," Sam began. "I've figured out what city he's gonna be in. But as for what event...." Sam tapped away at his laptop until he's eyes widened. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"What?" Dean never liked the sound of those words. Wordlessly, Sam flipped the laptop around so Dean could see the brightly colored title of the event the demon was bound to be at.

The Met Gala.

"Son of a bitch." Dean swore.

*****

"So we have to break into the Met Gala," Sam declared. "THE MET GALA."

"It appears so." Cas offered as the boys formulated their plan.

"The hardest part is gonna be getting in." Dean insisted. "This is very exclusive- we can't just use a fake name or something."

"Very exclusive?" Sam echoed. "That's the understatement of the century."

"And we'll need someone to look for the demon and tell the others where he is." Cas went on.

"So what if one of us gets into the security while the other two slip into the Gala?" Dean suggested. "We could dig out some earpieces so it'll be easier to talk to each other without being spotted."

"Alright, I can probably handle the security." Sam declared, seeing as he was the best hacker out of all of them. "But how are we going to slip you two into the Gala? It's not like you can just walk right through the front doors."

"But what if we did?" Dean offered.

"How?" 

"We stand in the crowd with the rest of the guests, get a distraction, and slip inside while nobody's watching. Easy." Sam pondered the idea.

"Not bad, but this is the Met Gala we're talking about. It's very classy. You can't just slip in the line as a bachelor all alone."

"I won't be alone." Dean proclaimed, glancing over and grinning at Cas.

"No offense guys, but we're trying to be incognito." Sam said ruefully. "You two would stick out like a sore thumb together."

"Alright, then who do we know that we can use as dates to slip into a Met Gala?" 

"And who's the distraction?"

"I could provide an adequate distraction." Cas offered. "I'm good at that, and besides, Dean could handle a Gala much better then I could."

"True, you are a socially awkward little puppy." Dean smirked.

"Alright, Cas is the distraction and we're counting on Dean. Who's gonna be his date?" Sam wondered out loud. "We need someone we can trust with the plan,"

"And someone who looks like they could fit in at a Met Gala." Dean went on. "And can act like they belong there." Cas smirked.

"Oh, I think we know just the lady."

******

"THE MET GALA!?!?!?!" Rowena exclaimed. "Well of course I'll use Dean as eye candy for that! I'm in!"

"Knew it." Cas smiled. Dean looked miserable at the thought of going to a Gala with Rowena, but he'd put up with worse things in life.

"Oh, I have just the gown for it too." Rowena went on. "But what will the lumberjack be wearing? Flannel's not allowed, I'm afraid."

"I have a suit." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Let's see it. This is the Met Gala, darling, not a pathetic FBI gig. You need a real suit." Dean groaned and went into his room to change. Sam, Rowena, and Cas pulled up chairs in front of the door, ready to judge the suit.

Dean scowled at them as he stepped out of his room and gestured to his suit.

Rowena crinkled her nose like the outfit gave off a bad smell.

"That is a hobo suit, darling, you can't be seen in it. I won't allow it."

"Next?" Cas offered. Dean let out a long suffering sigh and stormed back into his room, slamming the door.

"A-plus Edna Mode reference by the way," Sam commented.

"I know." Rowena insisted.

Dean threw open the door, leaning again the frame in his next suit. Cas raised his eyebrows.

"Wow." He whispered.

"Not bad," Rowena offered. "But do you have anything better?"

"Oh come on, I wore this to a Gala before!" Dean insisted.

"You wore it to a garden party- this is the MET GALA. Next!" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Does anyone else have Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ top playing in their head?" Sam asked.

"No." Cas declared, staring at the closed door. He'd have to ask Dean to wear that suit more often. Dean did look good in it...

But that plan went straight out the window as Dean stepped out of his room.

Cas's breath hitched in his throat and he completely forgot how to breathe. Rowena let out a whistle.

"Now THAT'S a suit," She declared. "Where have you been hiding that beauty?"

"Seriously?" Dean asked. "I got in 1944 when I did a case with Eliot Ness."

"He did have style." Sam commented. "What do you think, Cas?" Dean glanced over at the angel, who was staring at him.

"Cas," Dean announced, snapping the angel out of his trace.

"What?" Cas jumped, slightly startled. He crossed his legs, nodding, his unblinking eyes raking in ever square inch of Dean in that suit.

Dark places, the angel's mind was going with that suit. Dark, dark places.

"That one wins," Rowena proclaimed.

"Why?" Dean demanded.

"Because if you can make a celestial being such as an angel that sexually frustrated in it, then you'll blend right in at the Met Gala." Dean and Sam's eyes widened.

"That is completely wrong," Cas began.

"Then stand up," Rowena instructed.

"......No."

"Then at least take your eyes off the man in the suit." Stubbornly, Cas continued to stare at Dean.

"No."

"You're only proving my point."

"Shut up."

*****

Cas was waiting for Dean in his room once they had finished at the MEt Gala.

"What?" Dean questioned, still in the suit.

"You need to wear that more often." Cas ordered.

"Why?"

"Because you're hot in it." Dean smirked.

"Oh really?" Cas nodded.

"And you know what they say, Dean." Cas half smiled. "Every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man."

"Does that cover angels as well?"

"If it means you keep wearing that suit, then hell yes it does."