My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural

Chapter 27

I wake up unsure of where I am, I look around "we didn't want to wake you up" Sam says, I frown "how long have a been asleep for?" I ask "a while, I checked the house "I just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were sleeping, I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas." Sam explains, I get up and sit with him on the table "so there must've been a cursed object or um something no" I ask rubbing my eyes slightly "the house was clean" Sam repeats, I move my hands from my face and frown "I know Sammy you just said that" I say "No, I mean it's empty. No furniture, nothing." He replies, the frown stays on my face "where are all their stuff?" I ask "my guess is someone auctioned or threw it all away, Deans trying to figure it out. I thought I would stay here and wait until you woke up so you weren't alone" Sam says

"I took the liberty to put some of these in the fridge, I didn't want them to go bad" Sam says going over to the fridge, he grabs a blood bag and hands it to me. I smile "I'm so relieved you know about it now" I say "did you feel anything after you drank Deans blood?" Sam asks, I purse my lips together "no?" I say even though it sounds more like a question "it's an intimate thing, sharing blood. And specially for me, I don't usually feed from people close to me. Because blood tastes different and when you have that person there all the time, it's gonna be hard to resist" I admit "him or his blood?" Sam asks, my expression drops a little and I just stare at him "I know you better than that, don't try to lie to me. Your emotions are heightened, your reaction to seeing Grayson was very mellow compared to when you saw Dean. You literally pounced on him" Sam says, this is the third time he's bringing up my old feelings

"My old feelings for Dean are super under control, I mean do I find him hot? Who doesn't? Does his eyes make me forget my words? Sometimes. And when he does that thing with the towel and walks out of the shower dripping a little bit-" Sam is raising his eyebrow at me "all physical Sammy, it will go away. I'm always on hot drive" I say "that's why you're always under the cold shower?" Sam asks "yeah" I reply with a shrug "it helps" I say "so you have all that sex and it doesn't satisfy you?" Sam asks "it does, of course it does. But some men are selfish with sex" I shrug "its hard to find one that reciprocate the intimacy" I reply "anyways, it doesn't matter" I shrug "you're the one that needs some sort of action, seriously Sammy. This is getting sad now, you're a man you need to relieve yourself with something other than your right hand" I say

"You disgust me"

"I'm not lying"

"It doesn't matter I'm not like that"

"Maybe you should be sometimes"

"Deans here - oh - and he's got burgers"

Dena opens the door with a massive bag of food, I look back "nice to see you awake sleeping beauty" Dean says and I roll my eyes "so?" I ask "they're having an auction for some of their stuff, we should check it out" Dean replies "great" I say finishing my blood bag "I'll get ready" I say getting up "are you going to be alright around all those people?" Dean asks, I raise an eyebrow at him "yes, it was a weak moment okay. I forgot to feed for two days, trust me I wish neither of you had to see me so low" I say going to my bag and grabbing something as presentable as possible, apparently dressing like a classy woman isn't my strong suit between mini dresses and my flannels are either a hunter or a hooker. I try to hide a smile at my own comment, before finally finding something. I have a shower and get dressed, we all go to the car "I didn't mean it like that" Dean speaks up "I know you didn't" I reply truthfully

We get to the auction and it's very very classy, people are looking at us judging while Dean is stuffing his face with finger food "Jesus Christ Dean" I complain nudging him with my elbow "Consignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for Wasps if you ask me." He adds with his mouth full, Sam rolls his eyes "Can I help you" a man says walking up to us "I'd like some champagne please." Dean replies to then man, I nudge him again and he looks at me annoyed "he's not a waiter" Sam adds, Dean cocks his eyebrow at Sam who sticks his hand out to the man "I'm Sam Connors, this is my brother Dean and my uh sister in law Regina" Sam replies using the hand he held out for the man to point at us, I look at him, sister in law? "We're art dealers, with Connors Limited." Sam continues, I nod along "you are art dealers?" The guy asks in disbelief "yes we are" I reply "I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now gentlemen this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list." The guy adds

"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look." Dean replies, a waiter comes around with drinks "ou yes" I say reaching for one "finally" Dean says, we clink our glasses together and drink before walking away from Daniel Blake. We start looking at the items and one portrait of a family catches our eyes, I scrunch my nose slightly "a fine example of American Primitive wouldn't you say?" Someone says, we look up to see a very beautiful classy woman coming down the stairs, Sam looks back at the painting, Dean slaps Sam on the back of the head and I choke on my drink a little while trying to stifle back a laugh "Well I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did." Sam replies "Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake." She replies, Dean has entertained himself with another plate of finger food "you're an animal Dean" I say slapping his arm "I'm Sam. This is my....brother, Dean." Sam says finally noticing Dean stuffing his face

"And this is my best friend, Regina" Sam introduces me "you're Deans girlfriend?" She asks "No" Sam replies for me, I shake my head also saying no "He's my best friends brother" I say "Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" Sarah asks "I'm good thanks" Dean replies chewing, I purse my lips together "So, can I help you with something?" Sarah asks "Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam asks "The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones." Sarah replies

"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asks "I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that." Daniel Blake says approaching us from behind "and why is that?" I ask raising my eyebrow "You're not on the guest list. And I think it's time to leave." Daniel Blake replies "Well we don't have to be told twice." Dean says faking a posh accents, I let out a laugh "Apparently you do." Daniel Blake says "apparently you're an ass" I whisper, Sam pushes my away subtly "Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go." Sam says and we walk off "apparently he's an ass?" Sam asks "we're trying to not cause trouble, we got a case to take care of here" Sam complains

"He was an ass Sammy" I reply rolling my eyes