family line, supernatural [ 1 ]

032. creepy painting

Sam and Natalie approach the Impala where Dean is slouched in the passenger seat and asleep. Dean leans into the driver's side and honks the horn causing Dean to jump awake.

The twins laugh and get in the car while Dean adjusts his sunglasses, groaning.

"Man, that is so not cool." Dean grumbles.

"We just swept the Telescas with EMF -- it's clean. And last night, while you were... well... out." Sam says.

"Good times." Dean smirks.

"Ugh." Natalie rolls her eyes, grimacing, not wanting to hear about her brother's sex life.

"We checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas." Sam says.

"All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something." Dean says.

"The house is clean." Sam says.

"Yeah, I know, you said that." Dean says.

"No, we mean it's empty." Natalie states. "No furniture, nothing."

"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asks.

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The three get to the auction house and walk around, very underdressed compared to everybody else. Dean and Natalie both take some finger food from a tray.

"Consignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for Wasps if you ask me." Dean says, taking more finger food. Natalie hums in delight at the flavor of the food and quickly grabs some more.

"Can I help you gentlemen and miss?" An elder man walks up. Dean looks him up and down as he stuffs some food in his mouth.

"I'd like some champagne, please." Dean says in a posh voice. Natalie giggles, covering her mouth since she has food in it.

"He's not a waiter." Sam sharply states. He gives a look to Natalie, the woman pressing her lips together to try to contain her giggles, but a few still manage to escape.

"Sorry." She muffles out through her mouth full of food, but her giggles show she doesn't mean the apology.

"I'm Sam Connors." Sam holds his hand out to the man. The man simply looks at Sam, not making any move to shake his hand and Sam awkwardly points to Dean.

"That's my brother, Dean, and my sister, Natalie. We're art dealer -- with Connors Limited." Sam says.

"You are... are art dealers?" The man questions.

"That's right." Sam nods.

"Obviously." Natalie mutters, sticking another piece of food in her mouth. Sam elbows her in the ribs.

"I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now, gentlemen, miss, this is a private showing, and I don't remember you on the guest list." The man states.

"We're there, chuckles, you just need to take another look." Dean says.

A waiter passes with some glasses of champagne on a tray.

"Ooh." Natalie grabs a glass.

"Oh. Finally." Dean takes a glass. Dean sniffs the glass and raises his eyebrows before turning and walking off.

Natalie tips her head back, downing the champagne in one gulp, putting the now empty glass on the table and grabbing more food. She salutes Daniel before following Dean.

Sam's jaw clenches at his siblings' behavior.

"Cheers." Sam says, hastily following his siblings. He gently grabs Natalie's arm, dragging her closer so he can keep his voice lower as they walk. "Why are you acting as childish as Dean?"