Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Provenance

"Man, that is so not cool." Dean mumbled, adjusting his sunglasses. "We just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were....well...out..." Sam said, Dean smirks. "Good times." He muttered, taking his sunglasses off. "(Name) and I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas." Sam said.

"All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something." Dean said. "The house is clean." I said. "Yeah I know, Sam said that." Dean said. "No, I mean it's empty. No furniture, nothing." I said, Dean turn his head slightly to look at me. "Where's all their stuff?" He asked.

We headed to the auction house that was selling off all the furniture from the house. Dean parked the dust covered Impala next to a line of expensive cars. We walk inside, being greeted by the sound of classical violin music playing as upper class people were mingling.

The boys and I wander around, looking completely out of place in our casual, rough clothing. Dean takes finger food from a tray. "Consignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for Wasps if you ask me." Dean muttered as he takes more food from a tray on a table.

"Can I help you lady and gentlemen?" A voice behind us asked. We turn around to see a man, that Dean look him up and down and puts more food in his mouth. "I'd like some champagne please." He said in a posh voice, while his mouth is stuffed. "He's not a waiter." Sam said, sharply to Dean, who cocks an eyebrow.

Sam holds out his hand to the man. "I'm Sam Connors." He introduced himself. The man just looks at him, not moving. Sam moves the hand he's holding out to point at Dean and I. "That's my brother Dean and our partner (Name) Reese. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited." He said.

"You. Are... art dealers." The man said, in disbelief. "That's right." Sam said and I nodded, the man eyes us for a moment. "I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now lady and gentlemen this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list." He said.

"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look." Dean said. A waiter goes past with drinks on a tray, which Dean takes one of the glasses. "Oh. Finally." Dean said, turning back to Blake, sniffing the glass, raises his eyebrows then turns and walks away. "Cheers." Sam said to Blake before he and I hastily follows Dean, with Sam shooting Dean a dirty look.

We check out the items for auction and until my eyes landed on a painting of a family. I eyed the painting as I'm drawn towards it, with the boys coming up to my side to look at it. "I fine example of American Primitive wouldn't you say?" A voice said.

We turn to see a sleek, classy, extremely good looking young man in a black suit coming down a spiral staircase. We stare at him as he turn his back walking and taking the final part of the stairs. I turn back to look at the painting again and Dean slap me on the back. I jerk my head to look at him, confused.

I turn back to the man, who was now standing in front of us, looking at me. "Actually it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses." I said, the man smiles. "You weren't testing me were you?" I asked, the man chuckles. "Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Soren Blake." He introduced himself.

"I'm (Name). These are my friends Sam and his brother Dean." I introduced us, while Dean continues to stuff his face from passing trays. "Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" Soren asked him. "I'm good, thanks." Dean replied as he chews his food.

"So, can I help you with something?" Soren asked us, mostly looking at me. "Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam asked. "The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones." Soren explained.