family ties, supernatural [ 1 ]

018. favorite brother

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

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

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

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

"Good times." Dean smirks.

"I 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, I mean it's empty." Sam states. "No furniture, nothing."

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

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They get to the auction house and walk around, very underdressed compared to everybody else. Dean takes 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.

"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.

"He's not a waiter." Sam sharply states. "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.

"These are my brothers, Dean and Griffin, and my sister, Tabitha. We're art dealers -- with Connors Limited." Sam says.

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

"That's right." Sam nods.

"Even these two?" He looks between the teenagers.

"They-- they're prodigies." Sam says.

"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.

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

"Cheers." Sam says, hastily following his brother, dragging his younger two siblings with him.

They're looking around the place and come across a painting of a family.

"Ew." Griffin grimaces making Sam chuckle.

"A fine example of American Primitive, wouldn't you say?" They hear and turn, looking at the staircase where a beautiful brunette woman in a long black dress is descending them.

Dean continues to stare as he slaps Sam on the back.

"Well, I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses." Sam comments. "But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did." Sam says.

"Guilty." The woman says. "And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake."

"I'm Sam. These are my..." Sam stops when he looks over, seeing Dean eating. "Siblings, Tabitha, Griffin, and Dean."