I don't own them!

Dean feels extremly uncomfortable. His fingers fidget with the stupid tie. How he hates to be dressed up. He's just a flannel guy. And now he's wearing a suit and a dress shirt and a tie and he hates every moment of it.

"You owe me big", he says, adressed to Sam.

Dean's younger brother smirks.

"You look good", his sister-in-law reasures him. She straightens his collar. "Just relax. Sam's colleagues are nice. And the food will be great."

"I hate this. I hate the shoes, you make me wear. I hate this suit, this tie. I wish I could hate you too", Dean whines.

Jess kisses his cheek. "But I know, you love me."

There's a big party at the law firm where Sam works. Every employee is invited, along with his family.

"I wish, I could go. I really liked the event last year. Music and dance and great food and wine and a beautiful location. Crowley is everything, but not stingy. But the mere thought of delicious food makes me want to puke. And dancing makes me dizzy. And wine is forbidden. It wouldn't be fun for anybody when I throw up on the dance floor. So I stay at home with my ginger ale and salty crackers and you two have fun. And maybe you'll meet a special someone." She pats Dean's shoulder. "Since you broke up with Cain, you hadn't been laid, as far as I can tell. You start to get cranky. Maybe this is your opportunity to get some action. Good luck."

She kisses her husband and waves them goodbye as they walk to Dean's car.

"I hope, you know how lucky you are with that wife of yours. " Family means everything to Dean. It's not that he is envious of Sam and Jess and their kid on its way, but he knows deep inside, he wants that for himself, too. Wants someone to share his life with.

"I hit the jackpot with her, I know that." Sam says with a gentle smile tugging on his lips. "And I really hope, you'll find someone for you someday. Someone to complete you. Someone to make you whole."

Dean sighs pensive. "There was a time, I thought Cain would be it for me. But it seems, I'm not relationship material. I don't want to get my heart broken again. But meaningless sex...I'm up to it. It's really been a long time. Now let's get this party started! After all I'm all dressed up!"

Dean's car roars to life.

"You know, there might be the possibility, that I told my colleague Aaron about you. And there might be the possibility, that he's looking forward to meet you", Sam confesses.

"You wouldn't mind if I hit on a colleague?"

"I don't think so. You're my brother and I love you. And you deserve some happiness. And it's time for you to get back into the game. You don't go out at the moment, you don't date, and I thought, maybe you would like him...somehow."

"I'm a mechanic, you-and him- are fancy ass lawyers. That won't work out."

"Just give him a chance."

"We'll see."

As they drive towards their destination, Dean mutters: "Set up by your younger brother. How pathetic!" Sam grins.

The party take place at a chateau. An imitated chateau, but still it looks impressive and beautiful.

"Fuck", Dean whistles. "Now I understand why you and Jess made me change my outfit. Not even the gardener here wears flannel!"

Sam chuckles: "I told you, Crowley is an eccentric guy. He likes to call himself 'King of Hell' and we are his demons. And Meg- he calles her 'Hellhound'. She's like a terrier, once she has her claws and teeth in you she won't let go."

"How nice", Dean dryly replies.

"Yeah, but effective. She really is good at what she does. Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone." He drags Dean with him.

"Hell yes, show me this Aaron", Dean smirks with waggling eyebrows.

Surprisingly, Dean really has a good time. He meets Aaron, a nice guy, easy on the eyes and good to talk to, but there is no spark between them. Balthazar speaks with a snotty accent and behaves like a snob, but he has a dry sense of humor. Crowley seems to be nice, but Dean is cautios with anyone who uses only one name. Who does he think he is...Cher? But he is generous and Jess was right, the food here is great.

On his repeated way to the buffet...they have mini-pies there...pie...even if they are small...they are pies...and they are delicious...delicious pies...he bumps into a dark-haired man.

"Ouuff", the bump knocks the breath out of Dean. It must be the knock. There is not another possibility for Dean's breathlessness. No way it's because of this man...this gorgeous man...this gorgeous man with toussled hair and the bluest eyes, Dean has ever seen.

"Oh, I'm so sorry", the stranger says with a gravelly voice that does odd things to Dean's insides.

"It's okay. No harm done. Everything's fine", he stutters. Oh, so smooth, Winchester, he scolds himself.

"My name is Dean", he introduces himself.

"Castiel."

"That's quite a mouthful", Dean chuckles.

The gorgeous man tilts his head to the side, speculatively. It's adorable to Dean.

A faint sound like a crystal bell reaches Dean's ears. A small woman in a tight black dress watches the two of them. With her long, red polished fingernails she tapps against the empty glass in her hand.

Dean senses the slight flinch of Castiel more then he sees it. The fingernails look sharp.

"I was on my way to the bar to get my wife another glass of wine when I ran into you. My apologizes!"

He makes a beeline to the bar to get his wife a refill and Dean sighs. Just his luck. The good ones are taken or straight or both.

He sighs again. Time for another round of mini pies.

Sam finds him at the buffet, a plate loaded with sweet treats in his hand. "Looks like you enjoy yourself."

"Your beautiful and smart and pregnat wife was right. Your colleagues are tolerable and the food really is great."

"I'm glad, you approve, man."

At the other end of the room he sees Castiel and his wife talking to Crowley. The wife talks to Crowley, Castiel just stand there, alert.

"Sam, who is that, talking to the King?"

"Oh, that's the famous Meg, the hellhound, who drags everyone to hell with her claws. And it's her husband is with her."