Every day the clock ticked on. Seconds, minutes, hours . Time was a merciless taunt of events to come. They hadn't gotten any closer to solving Dean going to hell. Bela had managed to steal the Colt. So, in fact, their luck was actually going backward. As much as they tried to find the demon that held Dean's contract — thus far they had been unsuccessful.

They had a case. A cursed object was being unknowingly auctioned off at a high-end Gala. A painting that made the owners kill themselves. Terrible to admit but the case did allow them a distraction from their predicament.

Allie eventually stepped out of the bathroom after hours of getting ready. They had to blend in and that meant presenting themselves as wealthy eccentrics. Generally, she didn't work on her image in such a way, and the purposeful 'lie' of being classy felt uncomfortable. Allie typically leaned towards vintage attire, bows, ribbons… a sort of romantic and eclectic wardrobe but definitely not… expensive .

Her hair was clipped up. Purposely curled blonde locks were left down to frame her face. Her makeup held a mature edge; dark red lips and elegantly smoked eyes. The gown that accentuated her form was red, velvet trim with sleeves and a split in the side clean up to the hip. Strappy heels laced around her lower calves.

"Do I look like I have a fuck load of cash in my bank account that I'm ready to spend on stuff no one needs?" She joked. It felt a little out of character to be so dressed up. How would she fight in the outfit? At least the boys could wear a suit.

Sam turned to look over at Allie when he heard her call out. He took a deep breath in surprise at the sight of her. She wore nice things sometimes but he had never seen her so… mature, so classy. "you look amazing." He paused and fixed his tie. "You look like you just walked out of the pages of a magazine," Sam told her honestly, smiling at her. He glanced over at Dean in a silent gesture for his older brother to offer a compliment.

Dean turned to look over at Allie as she stepped into his line of sight from the bathroom. She was wearing the dress they had bought for the mission. It looked nice on the mannequin but man… that was no comparison.

He could feel his stomach coil as his heartbeat increased and his palms began to sweat at the sight of how gorgeous she looked. The term drop dead gorgeous must have been created for her. "Holy shit..." he spoke under his breath, unable to look away from her. Allie just did something to him, she had since the day that they met. Her body… woah . He couldn't escape it. Especially in the gown. "you look..." he tried again. "I mean..." He never got tongue-tied with women. First time for everything.

Allie rocked on her heels. Good reaction. "Alright alright. Calm down. It's one night. Just a dress. Just makeup. It's not a big deal." She scratched the back of her head. Secretly she enjoyed the attention. Was that bad? It's not like she had any other men in her life. Really it had been a long, long time since a man had even touched her. That kind of sucked. She missed sex a shitload but one-night stands were always unsatisfying, they weren't worth the time. Most men didn't have a damn clue what they were doing. "You guys ready to hit the road or what?" The blonde placed a small hand on her hip with a slight sass. "How am I supposed to kick ass and take names in this?" It was a bit rhetorical. How would they know? They didn't exactly wear bougie gowns and five-inch heels every day.

Dean couldn't help but stare at Allie as she adjusted her dress, feeling his cock harden more in his pants. He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the mission and not how sexy she looked, "we're ready when you are." He told her, looking away from her body and to her eyes.

He knew they had to get going but he couldn't help but stare at her beauty, "Just be careful, alright?" He asked her seriously— the idea of other men looking at her irritated him.

Sam looked at Allie as she adjusted her dress, feeling his heart race in his chest. He couldn't help but stare at her beauty, "we're ready." He told her with a smile, looking into her eyes; they stood out like diamonds against her makeup. "Are you comfortable?" He placed a considerate hand on her shoulder.

Allie had to think about that. Was a woman ever truly comfortable when they were performing? "No." She spoke out honestly. "I'm not wearing my Spider-man pajamas." She felt confident and sexy, sure— but those were far different from comfortable. But her spidey pj's? like comfort in a bottle. "Anyway. Let's go." She wasted no time grabbing her gun holster and slipping it up her thigh.

Dean chuckled at her words, shaking his head as he got up from the table. He walked over to her, "You look awesome, Alls. " He realized that he rarely offered her such candid compliments before looking at Sam, "Let's go." He grabbed his jacket, slipping it on before walking out the door with them. They had a job to do and people to save. There wasn't time for this, not really.

Sam followed Dean out of the motel room with Allie, noticing the way Dean stared at her; the gawking made him uneasy. He hesitated to admit it to himself but Sam had desires; desires to be held by her, to feel loved and cared for.

They blended into the crowd of the gala. The painting would soon be auctioned. They needed to move fast. There was no time for joking about the normalcy of the situation or how fancy the party appeared to be. Allie was attempting to get information from the curator. He was arrogant, a prick. Definitely too handsy. "This place is huge..." she drawled out in a honeyed tone. "Do you... think you could give me your map? I'd love to find a private bathroom too..." she trailed off using her seduction and alluring looks to manipulate him. "Freshen up." His hands moved from the small of her back to... lower .

"Do you promise to come back? Maybe I should come with you." He flirted in cocky and wildly unattractive pompousness. She had to force herself not to grimace. Gross . This guy was an idiot. How did he get such a good job? Nepotism probably.

"Why rush when we can wait and take our time?" The blonde cooed and purposely slanted her blue eyes. She could be a vixen when she wanted to be. "I'll come back to you, handsome. The night is still young."

Dean overheard Allie flirting with the curator of the Gala as she tried to get information out of him. He chuckled as he heard her mention the map and coming back to him later. The guy was a total idiot if he fell for it. He looked over at Sam, smirking as he listened to her manipulate the keeper. He had to admit, Allie was a hell of a flirt. She could get any man wrapped around her finger. He could picture her face as she spoke to the curator, her eyes looking at him seductively, her lips curled into a smile. She had that way about her— like she could pull any man to her like a bee to a flower.

Yet he still felt a bit pissed off. Seeing Allie with other men always did that but lately, it had been worse. She was his girl. She was special. It took all of his restraint not to walk over and punch the guy square in the face. "Jackass." Dean sneered while speaking to Sam.

Sam smiled when he heard Allie's flirting, knowing that it would work on the curator. Sam could tell Dean was annoyed when he said the guy was a jackass. "Allie's good at what she does, Dean," Sam told him honestly before taking a sip of his beer. Being undercover had some perks.

He had to admit that Dean was right. The guy was a complete jackass but Allie could handle him. They all knew that. Sometimes improv and tricking came with the job.

Dean smirked at Sam's words, shaking his head, "I know." He said in agreement while glancing around the room. She knew how to flirt and manipulate in order to get what she wanted.

He looked over at Sam, "Can you imagine what she's saying to that douchebag?" He quizzed seriously, laughing as he spoke. He tried not to think about what Allie was doing with him. She was probably touching him, pressing against him, moving her lips close to his ear, and whispering seductively.

It was getting hard to focus on the mission. Dean couldn't help but let his mind wander. What would it be like to have Allie seduce him? To touch him...his mouth became dry from the thought. "I'm gonna go over there."

Sam chuckled at his big brother's words, of course, Dean couldn't deal with it anymore. His older brother hated it when Allie focused on anything that wasn't him.

He looked over at Dean. "You sure that's a good idea?" He held an earnest tone, knowing that Dean could be possessive and protective over Allie. "What if she's close to getting the information?" Sam added, trying to talk some sense into the older Winchester.

Dean looked back at Sam, knowing he was right. It probably wasn't a good idea but he didn't care. "She's probably got all the info by now, Sam. It's fine." He assured his little brother as he made his way over to Allie, standing by her side as she flirted with the curator.

"Excuse me." Dean spoke in a demanding tone, his hands shoved into his pants pockets as he looked at the curator, "I need to borrow her for a moment."

He took Allie by the waist with his arm and pulled her away from the curator, not waiting for him to reply as he guided her to another room of the Gala, taking her into an empty hallway where he had her pressed against the wall. He tried to keep himself under control but seeing her with other men made him fucking crazy.

Saying she was shocked would be the understatement of the year. "Dean, what the hell?!" But she was grinning like a mad woman. Allie didn't even sound angry. Deft fingers pulled out the map from behind her back. "Haha! Got it!" She bragged and held it up in the air as if it were an emerald that had taken hours to be mined. Maybe Dean was acting? Trying to distract the curator? She had no idea. He acted forward with her all the time but for the most part, they remained professional while on hunts.

"You ready to have a little bonfire? Roast some s'mores? " She spoke playfully and winked in jest.

Dean turned to look at Allie when she spoke, a grin appearing on his face at her words, "That's my girl." He praised her grip tightening on her hips subconsciously. Fuck she looked good, so playful and coy. He could feel his stomach coil as he looked into her eyes. He just couldn't help himself. Dean took the map from her hand, looking down at it for a moment before putting it into his jacket pocket. He grabbed onto her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand before placing his other hand against the wall beside her head. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers, "I need you to do something for me." The music from the party wafted into his ears. Suddenly he was acutely aware that no one was around.

Allie's heart felt like it was about to fall out of her ass it was hammering so hard. Was she going to throw up? No. Thank God. Butterflies sprouted in her stomach and flew against her skin and up her throat until she finally was forced to speak through her aroused anxiety. "What?" She had to cover it up; had to come up with some sort of witty retort to force herself out of her inappropriately aroused state.

"Be bait?" She knew that wasn't true. He'd never allow that. Not after what happened to Jo. "You know— the blonde is usually the first one to go, i've seen a lot of horror movies." It wasn't quite as good as her usual jokes but it would have to do.

Dean smirked at Allie's words, "You're right. Blondes are the first to go.." He whispered seductively in her ear, his breath fanning over her skin, "but not this one." He told her in a serious tone, his voice still in a low whisper as he spoke, "I want you to stay close to me all night. You got that?" He told her, his hand still holding her wrists, his lips near her ear as he spoke, "I don't want anything to happen to you." He whispered softly, pressing his body closer to hers. Dean could feel his cock hardening at the closeness between them. He tried to ignore the feeling, knowing that they were on a mission. What was happening to him? He needed to focus.

The suddenness of Dean's aggressive... seduction? Was that what was happening? Made her dizzy. Fuck. She was so screwed. She was into it. That was definitely a big problem — Especially right now. "Okay. Yep. Sure." Allie chewed on her ruby-painted bottom lip and wiggled out of his gasp, her palm pressing against his chest to gently push him away. "We're not here to play mommy and daddy, Maverick." Her lips curved from the flirtatious tease.

She stood beside him. "Let's go find Sam and ash a peinture " She waited and watched his face become confused. "It's French for painting."

Dean listened to Allie's words, chuckling as he heard her speak French. Fuck that was hot. He followed her as they made their way back to Sam, his arm wrapping around her waist as they walked, his fingers squeezing her side.

He grinned as they found the younger Winchester. "we got the map." Dean spoke proudly, his hand leaving Allie's waist, though he hovered close by. He didn't want to lose sight of her. For a long time, he had lied to himself, said his actions were under the guise of protection but that excuse could only go so far and the truth had started to burrow within him.

"We?" Allie spoke flatly and rolled her eyes before pressing a nail into his chest. " I got the map, you had a beer." Her hand waved dismissively and she shook her head in disbelief to Sam.

Dean pulled out his gun, glancing at Sam and Allie, "Whatever. Let's go." He whispered to them, keeping his voice low as he made his way towards the private portion of the gallery, careful not to get caught.

They moved through the hallways and corridors of the event building until they reached the basement. They couldn't burn it, it was tucked in with too many things. The whole room would catch on fire!

The trio quickly wrapped up the painting in Sam's suit jacket so as to not directly touch it before carrying it up the stairs and out the back door, keeping quiet in fear of being caught by some lost gala-goer or migrated employee.

Once they hit the cracked pavement of the back parking lot Sam and Dean booked it to the backfield. Allie struggled to keep up as her heels sank into the polished grass. "Good riddance," Dean noted before clearing a small patch of grass with his food and tossing a bit of gasoline onto the object. Sam nodded in agreement and threw down his cheap lighter and flames ensued. Sparks drifted up into the sky as Allie joined their side, unclipping her hair to make herself more comfortable.

"That felt… easy." Unusually so. They had been so stressed lately that such an allowance seemed unnatural. Easier than a salt and burn. The room with the painting hadn't even been difficult to find.

"Don't question it." Dean groaned while Allie spoke. "You'll jinx it." He grinned, eyes brightening from the tall fire. The painting had been pretty pain-free to exterminate though, but he had learned to accept the small wins. "Let's get out of these monkey suits."