"I'll be able to hear the entire conversation within 10 feet." Seth said and adjusted the small button microphone he had hidden in the lining of deans suit jacket. "The earpiece works just like our normal ones, but without wires. So it should be undetectable."

The architect typed a few commands on his laptop and Dean heard the earpiece buzz to life. "Ok, we're good to go. Remember, if you get into trouble, the codeword is architecture."

"Ok." Dean said with a grin. "And what short of trouble should we expect in a crowded restaurant? Poor service?"

Seth laughed sarcastically, "Hilarious. You know what I mean."

Seth moved to activate Abby's microphone, but hesitated. "Dean...you want to do this?"

Much like Dean, the microphone was hidden on her person; but unlike Dean, it was in the lining of her bra. He stepped aside and let Dean activate Abby's mic. He moved the strap of her dress off her shoulder and slipped his fingers under the top portion of her cup, all the while grinning down at her. She smiled back and kissed him as he finished and fixed her strap.

Seth sighed in mock disgust, "Get a room you two."

Dean grinned over his shoulder at Seth, "You're in our room. You're welcome to leave at any time."

Seth turned up his nose, "Yeah, but now you have mics on...I'll hear everything..."

Cena's people, of course, contacted Seth - playing Deans assistant- and chose the Bistrot de Venise, considered one of, if not the best restaurants in Venice. It was located along a canal, as most are, and provided traditional and updated food at not so cheap prices.

Dean and Abby walked hand in hand toward the restaurant. They were on their own from now on with Seth and Roman listening. Dean gave her hand a squeeze and offered her a comforting smile. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She answered none too convincingly. "We'll be fine. Right?"

"Yeah." He answered.

She smiled at him, "You're so handsome when you lie."

"It wasn't a lie, just a guess."

"You two will be fine." Roman buzzed through their earpieces. "It's just dinner. Act natural and anything you can't answer, we'll help you out."

She stopped her forward motion and pulled Dean to look at her. "What if he pulls the same sort of shit he did in the office? How should I react?"

Though it hurt him to say so, he answered her. "Maybe flirting with him isn't such a bad idea."

"I agree." Seth chimed in. "He'd be more likely to trust you if he thinks you like him. Especially since he's trying to pull a power play on Dean."

Dean took a deep breath before taking her hands in his. "You know that I love you, and I know you love me. That's all that matters. But if he goes too far, I will punch him in his mouth."

"There's my knight in shining armor." she responded with a chuckle before taking his face in her hands and kissing him gently on the lips. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss before being rudely interrupted by Roman.

"Hey, Lovebirds! Knock it off!" he said. "That kissing noise is annoying. Save it for later!"

"To be continued." She said with a wink and a quick pinch of Dean's ass.

They didn't even have to wait for Cena to spot them embracing. "There are the newly weds." He said with arms wide open and clapped Dean hard on the back in what was surely meant to be a show of strength. "I'm glad you made it. This has got to be one of my favorite restaurants in the world."

That was when Dean noticed the woman with him. He didn't expect her, he expected Kane. However, the way she was eyeing him with that flirtatious look, he knew she was just as dangerous as either Cena or Kane.

"This is my fiancée, Nikki."

Nikki was exactly who he would have expected Cena to be with. She was tall and statuesque, with long dark hair, matching eyes, tan skin, and a disdainful look on her face. Yeah, they were perfect for each other.

"Dr. Good." She outstretched her hand for Dean to kiss. Dean had seen this done in movies and just mimicked the movements by taking her hand and giving it a quick peck with a smile. She smirked flirtatiously at him and he knew he would not be the only one flirting their way to information this evening. She gave Abby an arrogant nod, but said nothing to her.

"Nikki Bella." Seth said through the earpiece, offering both information on the new individual. "She's been dating him for a few years, though she's largely disinterested in his work. She's well trained in martial arts and has probably carried out some hits for the authority at some point."

Cena led the way into the restaurant, but not before offering his arm to Abby, "Mrs. Good, it is an absolute pleasure to lay eyes on your beautiful face again."

She took his arm, forced a grin, and giggled coyly, "You are too kind."

"You'll sit next to me tonight so I can have two beautiful women at my sides." Cena instructed and shot a glance at Dean, who tried his best to keep his cool.

Nikki cleared her throat to get Dean's attention. "Aren't you going to escort a lady to dinner."

Roman couldn't hold back the chuckle, "If she's a lady, I'm the pope."

Dean ignored him and offered her his arm with a wide grin. "Absolutely, anything for a woman such as you."

She giggled and took his elbow, pulling herself close to him and glancing at Cena, who was preoccupied with Abby. "I'd watch him with her." She said. "He likes to steal rivals women just to prove he can."

"Noted." Dean replied. "But he has a beautiful woman already. That seems a bit excessive when he's got you on his arm."

"I'm nothing but a hood ornament."

"If that's true, he's an idiot. I'd never treat someone like you in such a way."

She giggled again. He must have been getting somewhere. "Abby is a lucky woman with such a handsome and strong husband by her side."

Dean couldn't help the blush on his face. "Yes, well, we hardly see each other thanks to my work. This was supposed to be our honeymoon and she's not happy I brought along my assistant."

"Good." Seth buzzed in. "Go with the trouble in paradise angle. Both of you."

Dean hated this, but he continued. However, now he was curious of exactly what Abby was telling Cena. "She has her own antique business, I have my research. She says I don't appreciate her. I don't know why I'm telling you this."

She rubbed his arm in a way that might have been an attempt at comfort but definitely came across more like feeling him up. "I understand needing comfort. If you ever need comfort...you call me."

Her double meaning hit Dean like a ton of bricks and all he could do was nod. They entered the restaurant and immediately the staff began rushing around to accommodate Cena, the called him by name, got him his booth, and even brought over a bottle of their finest wine for the table without anyone saying a word. They were in a private corner of the restaurant without any other patrons around. He was essentially treated like a rockstar.

The wine was poured and they all say at the table. Abby and Nikki were on either side of Cena with Dean feeling a bit left out at the end of the half circle next to Nikki. Cena controlled everything. He ordered their food, ordered their drinks, decided on the topics of conversation, and, what pissed Dean off most, was how he essentially ignored him and spoke mainly with Abby. Granted, she was doing her job and flirting as instructed, but they weren't here to flirt. It was time to change the subject.

"So what brings you to Venice?" Dean asked and took a small sip of wine.

"Business." He answered and again turned his attention to Abby.

"What sort of business?" Dean pressed. "I assume some sort of historical research otherwise you wouldn't be at the museum."

"Watch it." Seth warned through the earpiece.

Cena sighed and turned his full attention to Dean for the first time that night. "Yes, I am here to discuss acquisitions."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I was meant to meet with another person at the Doge, but they informed me last minute that he had retired. Though, Dr. A'noai seems receptive."

Dean eyed Cena, carefully assessing him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Abby doing the same, though far less obvious. Dean had had enough of Cenas games and diversions. He could play the power game too. "Yes, he is. Joseph and I have known each other for years. He is...receptive."

Cena raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "I was under the impression that you were here to do research."

"Oh, I am." Dean answered, "Though there's an empty spot on my study wall and Joseph assures me he can help me with that. He didn't offer you the same courtesy?"

Cena's eye twitched slightly and he set his jaw. Got him.

"Dean, don't push anymore." Roman warned. "I can't sell art from the Doge!"

"Well, Dr. Good, it appears as if you and I will be fast friends." Cena said with a forced smile. "Well, Nikki and I should get going. You've got the check, right?"

Dean tried to keep his cool as he nodded though he was afraid to know what this meal cost as Cena ordered almost everything off the menu- And that's not including the three bottles of wine. Cena again kissed Abby's hand for far longer than Dean would have liked, but Nikki took the cake by kissing Dean on the cheek in a way that was far from innocent.

"I do not like that Nikki." Abby said with a scowl. Dean slid into the booth next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "She has a serious thing for you. And Cena thinks you're a pushover."

"Well, maybe it's better he thinks that way about me." He couldn't help the laugh, "However, If Cena could have, I think he would have slept with you right on the table. They both are strange."

The waiter brought the check and handed it to Dean, who damn near choked when he saw the four digit number. "Jesus Christ!"

"We'll write it off as a travel expense." Seth laughed.

"Travel expense!? I don't even make this in a month!"

Paige was going to have a heart attack when she got this credit card bill.