The hunter from Uni.

Sammy goin' on a date!

We were heading towards our motel room, and Dean still wasn't over Sam knowing everything about art.
"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" He questioned as we neared the door.
"Art history course. It's good for meeting girls." Sam admitted.
"Word." I simply told as Dean unlocked the door.
"It's like I don't even know you." He told making me chuckle as we entered.
When we entered for the first time we looked around the room and was slightly shocked by what we saw. The room from head to toe was in a retro 70s disco fantasy type of style, like that one John Travolta movie which I couldn't place a finger on at this moment. We looked from one side to the other and just took it all in.
"Huh." The three of us told as one before moving further into the room and dumped our bags down.
"What was...providence?" Dean questioned.
"Prov-e-nance. It's a certificate of origin, like a biography. You know we can use them to check the history of the pieces, see if any of them have a freaky past." Sam informed.
"Huh. Well, we're not getting anything out of Chuckles, but Sarah..." Dean spoke and when he said her name he snapped his fingers towards Sam with a smirk on his face, making Sam smirk back.
"Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin." Sam stated making Dean laugh while I got comfortable on one of the beds.
"Not me."
"No no no, pick ups are your thing Dean." Sam argued.
"It wasn't my butt she was checking out."
"She was checking you out quite a lot." I added making Dean point at me in a 'see! I told you' type of way.
"In other words, you want me to use her to get information." Sam told.
"Sometimes you gotta take one for the team. Call her." Dean told as he grabbed one of the phones and held it out for him.