Disclaimer: As much as I would like to find them gift wrapped on my door when I wake up, it won't happen. Which means I don't own them.

A/N: After much discussion with a very beloved reviewer cough Sarah cough I've decided it was best to end this chapter where it ends. Sorry if you guys hate me. But I promise the story is starting to pick up. It just took me a while to figure it out….

Sarah the mutant farm girl: haha. Yeah. Well you know me and chick flick moments. I agree with Dean. As for the off screen time, have no fear! Here it is (aka it was gonna go in ten, but I got lazy…) And the trip was successful. I made it home with out to much screaming at the idiot drivers on the road!

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Dean and Montana pulled up to the high rise building that Baha Inc. owned and parked the car. Montana got out and waited for Dean, who was sitting sullenly behind the wheel, making no effort to get out of the car.

"Dean. Get out of the car."

"No."

"Come on, you look nice." Montana smirked. Dean did look nice, but he knew that Dean was hating every moment of it, making Montana one happy boy.

Dean stormed out of the car. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Hey, I let you keep the jeans."

Dean scowled. "I look like a freakin metro! Remind me again how I let you talk me into this?"

"I told you it was the suit, or the dress shirt. You chose 'the lesser of two evils' I think was how you put it. And don't be such a baby, the green bringsss out your eyes." He said with a slight lisp as he flopped his hands towards Dean.

"Ha. Ha. You're one funny bastard, you know that?"

"Yeah, I've been told. Now let's go, I don't want to spend to much time here."

They both walked into the lobby. Montana headed straight for the front desk. "Hi, I have an appointment to see Mr. King." He flashed the receptionist a brilliant smile.

"Name, please?"

"James. James McKenzie."

The receptionist typed something on the computer. "All right Mr. McKenzie, top floor, you'll need this to get there." She handed him a key card. "Good luck"

"Thank you." Montana motioned for Dean to follow and headed to the elevator and then to the top floor. Arriving at their destination, they stepped out into a plush, well furnished, penthouse office.

"Welcome to my humble company gentleman. I'm Abe King." A tall, gorgeous, middle-eastern looking man introduced.

"James McKenzie and this is Dean…."

"Dean Vita. I'm Sara's fiancé." He said smoothly as he shook King's hand. Montana glared at him. "So, Abe, eh? Short for Abraham perhaps?"

"No, unfortunately it's actually Abe. My parent's had a penchant for American history. Please come in and be seated, we have a lot to discuss."

They all took a seat in very comfortable overstuffed leather chairs..

"Now, Mr. McKenzie..."

"James, please."

"All right, James. We are quite enthralled with the idea of purchasing some valuable items from you and are willing to offer quite a sum for all three pieces."

"Yes, I'm curious though, how did you find out about these pieces?"

"I'm very much into the antique scene, and I came across them in a book, had to have them. So I had some people dig up it's history. Which lead us to you, well to your sister. Everything is in her name. But, of course you know that she didn't want to sell to us."

"Hnnh, well, we still aren't sure. But we thought it couldn't hurt to at least see what you were offering."

"Whatever you want, is a hard offer to beat."

"Excuse me?" Dean spoke up. "You're willing to give them whatever they want, for a vase, a quilt, and a painting?"

"Yes, Cost isn't an issue. I assure you, and these things would add greatly to my collection."

"Mr. King, I'll have to talk to my sister about this. I have a feeling she'll say no, I told her that you might have a good reason for wanting them, actually hounded her till she agreed to let me decide whether or not to sell. Even then, I don't think she is going to want to sell them."

"It is your decision, James."

"Yes, it is. But I wouldn't do it with out her complete consent, unless I just went crazy. Those items mean just as much to her as they do to me. I'll think about, sir. Now if you don't mind, I have another appointment to keep."

"Not at all, call anytime if you would like to work out a negotiation."

"I'll do that sir." Both Montana and Dean stood, shook Abe King's hand, and headed out. Once in the elevator a stunning, petite woman stepped out of one of the rooms.

"I want those artifacts. You know what to do." King said with a whining quality to his voice.

"Don't worry. I'll get them for you." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out.

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The boys made their way silently to the car. Montana wasn't in any mood to talk. First, because the thought of selling his parents prized possessions, material ones anyways, made him physically nauseous. Second, the fact that Dean had introduced himself as Adyn's fiancé made him want to punch something. Preferably Dean's face, but he wasn't picky, a good tree would do just as well. They rode in silence for a while.

"What kind of ice cream does your sister like best?" Dean suddenly asked.

"Why?"

"I dunno. Thought she might like some." He shrugged.

"Well she won't like ice cream tonight." 'At least not from you'

"Oh, ok." 'But she likes ice cream. I just know it.'

Silence filled the car again.

"Why did you introduce yourself as Adie's fiancé?" Montana suddenly blurted.

"Cause they would think it odd for you to bringing a family friend with you."

"So why not say you were her boyfriend?"

"First that would be close to the truth, and I don't do the truth when I'm lying to people. Second, not enough weight. Boyfriends can be like casual friends almost. So why would you be bringing her boyfriend? Being her fiancé adds weight. I'm practically family."

"Yeah, well, not if I can help it." Montana muttered looking out the window.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Listen, if you got something to say to me, have the decency to say it to my face." Dean said, irritation at the sheer immaturity Montana was portraying, lacing his voice.

"I don't want you dating, or having anything to do with my sister. That point blank enough."

"Dude. She's twenty-three. She's old enough to make her own decisions, she's a big girl, and a very nice looking girl." Dean looked off dazedly for a moment. "I get you don't want her making a bad choice. But you aren't her so you can't say what is good for her or not."

The break during Dean's monologue was all it took.

"Pull the car over. Now." Montana demanded.

Dean had actually been waiting for this for a while, so he happily complied. He figured that once it was out of his system, Montana could at least tolerate him.

"Ok big boy, we're pulled over. What do you want to do know? Fight club it?" Dean egged him on. He knew that Adyn wouldn't be happy about this, and it shocked him that he actually thought about that. But he also knew that it needed to be done.

Montana took the opportunity to sucker punch him before he got out of the car. Dean rubbed his jaw, he'd half expected it, but was still shocked that the kid had actually done it.

Growling he got out of the car. "Oh, it's on now."

"Bring it old man." They circled each other, testing each other, sizing the other up. Neither wanted to be the one to strike first, although, technically Montana already had. Dean rubbed his jaw again, knowing Montana would take the opportunity to strike, he wasn't disappointed. Montana struck out, feigning an uppercut with his right, but really going for a left hook. Dean saw it coming and blocked. The two continued for a moment before Dean landed a blow to his opponent's side.

"Seriously, come on. I'm not out to screw your sister and leave her." Dean stated quickly.

"HA! Like I believe that, you have player written all over you."

"Yeah, well. Ever think I play to cover up? You get mad at your sister for flirting with other guys?"

"No cause she doesn't mean it."

"Yeah keep on believing that." Dean commented, as he bobbed quickly to avoid a foot to the face.

The conversation ceased for a bit as they continued to pummel each others brains out. They finally ended about an hour later. Montana came out with the most injuries. Cut lip, cut knuckles, dislocated two of his fingers, and he was pretty sure he had sprained his wrist.

Dean made it out slightly better, but not much. Cut above the eye, bruised and cut knuckles, and a dislocated finger. He'd had worse, so he wasn't complaining.

"Got to hand it to you, you aren't bad. For a girl, that is."

Montana looked sullenly at him. "Yeah well, hurt my sister and I won't fight fair next time."

"Sure you won't, come on let's get you home and cleaned up before your sister skins me alive for maiming her little brother." Dean went to take a step, but found his feet frozen to the ground.

"I'm serious Dean. Hurt her and I won't hesitate to glue your ass to the floor and beat the ever loving hell out of you."

"You've made you point macho. I won't hurt her. Not that I could anyways I don't think. She's a tough cookie."

"Most of the time. But she needs someone to tell it's ok to cry sometimes, that emotions aren't always bad. So if you ever tell her to suck it up. I'll kill you."

"You are very insightful," Dean rolled his eyes, "but I already guessed that," 'seeing as how I know why she sucks it up...' "so you don't have to worry about it. Now come on it's late."

They both got into the car and drove home, like two wounded soldiers, but not before Dean stopped and picked up some ice cream.

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