Kayla yawned as they walked into the auction house and he involuntarily smirked. The night before had gone pretty much exactly how he'd wanted it to. He wondered now if he should have been more willing to stop when she showed reluctance; but he could tell by her reactions that it didn't have anything to do with him. There was a story behind it that he didn't pry in to. Thinking back he was starting to feel guilty, which was new for him. Girls didn't make him feel guilty. He shook the thought out of his head; she was the one who said it was ok.
"Guys, we don't really fit in here." Kayla noted as they looked around at the high class crowd. Everyone was dressed so formal; it was just an auction after all.
Sam nodded. "We knew that from the parking lot."
"I'm just saying that maybe we should change real quick and come back, before someone…"
"Can I help you?" An older man in a suit stopped in front of them. Everything about him screamed Get the hell out of here.
Dean stuffed another quiche cracker in his mouth and looked down on him. "I'd like some champagne."
Oh God Dean. Sam shook his head. "He's not a waiter. I'm Sam Conner, this is my brother Dean. We're art dealers with Conner Limited."
The man refused to shake his hand. "You're art dealers. Well. This is my auction house and this is a private auction. I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."
"Well see…" Sam tried to say something intelligent but Dean got in the way.
"Oh we're on it Chuckles, why don't you check again?" He quickly walked away, the others followed him before the man could say anything else.
Moments later they came across a creepy looking old painted family portrait. Typical old-fashioned portrait; no one was smiling; the kids all looked like they belonged in the next Omen movie. A voice from behind them made them all turn around. A young woman in a fitted black dress came down the stairs and quizzed them on the origin of the painting.
Dean whispered against Kayla's ear. "You totally just checked that girl out."
She rolled her eyes and glanced at him. "And you totally just got a threesome image in your head."
He shrugged in response, couldn't argue there.
"I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that, you just wanted to know if I knew." Sam answered the girl, since Dean and Kayla were having their own conversation.
"Guilty." She smiled. "And clumsy of me, I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake."
Ah, she was flirting with Sam, how cute. Kayla ushered Dean away from the two and they pretended to look at other valuable items. She might have died of boredom but luckily they quickly got kicked out.