When Bela came back into the bedroom and heard him, she couldn't help but laugh. She came over and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him lightly. "You actually look very put together. And not at all like yourself." She just brushed her lips over his before retreating. "Lose either the sweater or the shirt and tie; you don't need both." It all looked very elegant, but Dean wasn't elegant, and he never would be. It wasn't a bad thing.