"Oh my god. Oh my god. I think I might die," Charlie laughed, taking out her phone.
"You said you got me Solo!" Dean yelled, turning around in his Slave Leia costume.
"No, I said I got *A* Solo costume. Which is Cas'."
And as soon as she said it, Castiel came out of the bathroom in boots, navy blue pants, a white button-up, and a black vest, blaster in hand, and confused look on his face. "Dean, why are you wearing a bra?"
"Dammit Charlie!" Dean shouted, his skirt swooshing as he paced.
Charlie giggled. "You asked for my help, you got it. Now you should probably get to that con. It's getting to be busy time..."
"I can't go hunting in this, Charlie!"
"Dean, Charlie is right. We should get going," Castiel agreed.
"But-"
"Dean."
The hunter sighed. "Whatever. Let's just get in the car."
Castiel and Charlie watched Dean walk towards them and out the door, and laughed at his anti-possession tattoo above the bra and his bowlegs almost peeking out of the slits in the dress. Cas bid Charlie farewell and followed Dean out the door, finding the man pouting in the Impala, blaring AC/DC. The angel slid into the seat next to him and kissed him. "I like your costume."
"Whatever. Let's just hurry it up and get there so this hunt can be over already."
So Dean and Castiel drove to the Star Wars convention to kill a shifter posing as a costume judge. And after the shifter was gone, Charlie came around to meet the boys at the con with some normal clothes, only to find them stuck outside, sitting on a bench.
"The hell?" Charlie asked as she walked up to them.
Dean lifted his head out of his hands. "Ask Mr. Grabby over here."
Charlie looked to Cas who sighed and said, "I touched Dean inappropriately and they kicked us out."
"That's not all though, is it Cas?"
The angel threw his hunter a glare.
"Cas here decided to reach up the skirt and mojo off my boxers. In public."
Then they both looked at Charlie, who busted up laughing.
"Who gets kicked out of a Star Wars con for inappropriate behavior?"
"Apparently, Cas."
