Fancy Auction House

Dean and I kept eating while Sam glanced around at the sellings. Then some guy that looked like he had a stick up his ass and looking down his nose at us showed up. "Can I help you?" He demanded like we weren't worth his time.

Dean looked him up and down before saying in his most 'posh' voice with food in his mouth, "I'd like some champagne please." I looked at him like the idiot that he was, even I knew that this man didn't grow up waiting on people.

"He's not a waiter." Sam said sharply. Dean cocks an eyebrow and I shook my head embarrassed, wiping crumbs from my mouth with the back of my hand. Sam held out his hand, clearly the most polite out of all three of us. "I'm Sam Connors." Our newest fake names. The man looked like Sam's hand wasn't even held out, and I had to stop myself from punching him just on principle alone, you don't treat people like that. Sam slowly put his hand down. "That's my brother Dean and our sister Christina." Again with calling my full name when talking to other people. Why couldn't people just say Chris instead of the ridiculous girly name like 'Christina'? You didn't here me calling Sam Samuel so why did I have to be called Christina instead of Chris. "We're art dealers with Connors Limited." Sam lied with practiced ease.

"Just here to check out your...interesting collection." I sneered. Seriously, who would buy any of this stuff, I personally didn't see the point in it.

"You." The man sneered. "Are art dealers." He clearly didn't believe us for the simple fact that we weren't dressed to impress.

But Sam never lost his cool and said firmly, "That's right."

The man puffed up, "I'm Daniel Blake and this is my auction house." He said that as if it should impress us and we should fall to our knees begging him to pay notice to us despite our unworthiness. But all he got in return was three deadpan stairs. So he scowled. "Now gentlemen, miss, this is a private showing and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."

I put my hands on my hips. "There has to be hundreds of people here. You cannot tell me you memorized a whole list of people."

"You must've just missed us chuckles, cause we're there." Dean said, snagging a campaign glass from a nearby waiter passing through.

I stopped talking when their was a sudden desert tray stuffed under my nose. "Would you be interested in any of our selections today, Miss Winchester?"

"Oh, don't mind if I do." I quickly snagged one, walking a little away from the boys with the waiter hurrying after me so I could eat my chocolate in peace without Dean trying to steal any. Then I nearly chocked because I suddenly realized the waiter called me Miss Winchester, when I was now calling myself Miss Christina Collins. "How do you..." I stopped when I suddenly realized who I was talking to. The familiar messy brown hair and bright blue eyes with that crooked awkward smile dressed in one of the waiter uniforms holding a tray. I felt myself smile involuntarily, "So Derek, you're a waiter now?"

"Just another temporarily job amongst many." Derek commented. "You'd be surprised how hard it is just to get into this place."

"I've noticed." I said, glancing around at the overdressed people.

"Let me guess, here for your mysterious work?" Derek had gotten into the habit of texting her guesses of what her job was. So far, he had seemed to guess everything except hunter of the supernatural.

"Guilty as charge." I said, snagging one of the chocolates off his tray again.

"FBI agent or something?" Derek guessed my job once again.

I smiled that little mysterious smile that Derek was growing to love, "Or something."

We got interrupted. "Excuse me miss," by that jackass with the stick up his ass. "Your name was not on my list. So I will have to be forced to ask you to leave." He looked entirely to pleased with that. "You're brothers have already been escorted from the premises."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry chuckles, I was just leaving anyway." But of course, I could get impulsive when I wanted to. "There's just something I wanna do first." So I turned around smirked and grabbed Derek by the stupid little collar of his uniform. He dropped his tray of yummy goodness as I yanked him down into a kiss. Let me guess, you're thinking instant fireworks went off or I fell instantly head over heels in love, like that would happen. But I did feel a sudden warmth starting from my tingling lips down to my toes. And when his arms came around my hips, I felt surprisingly safe despite knowing I could easily beat him up if I wanted; which I didn't. Why would I want to mess up such a handsome face and lithe body, or well...even the thought of hurting Derek hasn't crossed my mind. The entire place went silent as seeing the gate crasher and the waiter kissing. I gave his lips a tentative lick before pulling away as the jackass started stuttering about 'inappropriateness'.

Derek grinned a little, heart racing like mad, "You're brothers aren't planning on killing me?"

I smirked, "Didn't you hear the jerk? They've been," I did my best posh voice. "Escorted off the premises."

"Miss, you must leave now." The man blustered.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "See you tonight?" His hands felt warm, almost feeling them through my thin tank top his hands had ended up spreading open my unzipped jacket.

"I'll be there." Derek agreed.

I found Dean outside waiting, leaning on either side of the impala. "Where the hell have you been?" Dean demanded when I finally showed up.

I shrugged nonchalant. "It just took a while for the guy to find me."