Supernatural Imagines/One shots

Auction - Sam

Character: Sam
Type: Idk... first kiss
Word Count: 1984 (yes, it's long but I love this one)

"That is the creepiest thing I've ever seen in my life. Some people have way too much money..." I say, my voice laced with vague disgust. I'm just able to catch a glimpse of the painting through the window as we stand outside the auction house in the cold. 

It's rare we find a hunt that doesn't involve immediate blood and guts and guns, so I feel a strange kind of gratitude for this case. It's refreshing to take it slow, peruse a fancy auction with fancy drinks and fancy clothes, in order to steal a haunted painting. 

The only thing is that, for our plan, Sam and I have to pretend to be married. It went a little like this...

"How are we going to get in without causing any suspicion? They'll probably have a guest list." I pointed out to the Winchesters, perched on the edge of the motel bed. 

Dean waved his hand in the air, dismissing me, "I'll make a call, pretend to be someone important, get us on the list. What do you want your names to be?"

I love making up names for undercover hunts, but Sam had to be a buzzkill, "Just use our normal names. I always forget what to call everyone." 

"Fine," Dean huffed, and he made the call. Dean is such a good liar it's almost scary. "... yes, that's right. Sam and Y/N Winchester, and best man Dean Winchester. Brother. Uh huh. Thank you. Yes, I agree. Alrighty, bye bye." He hung up with a boyish grin on his face, relishing in the fact he was able to make both me and Sam blush. 

I've had the biggest crush on Sam Winchester from the moment I saw him. I mean, who wouldn't? I think he might like me back, or maybe he's just awkward. Either way, I would never want to ruin our close friendship, and we work together. I made the stupid, drunken mistake of telling Dean my feelings and now - at every chance he gets - he tries to embarrass me. 

"Yeah... the girl looks like she's staring into my soul," Sam remarks and I'm brought back into the present.  Sam offers me his arm. "Shall we, m'lady?" he asks, smiling like a dork. 

"And they say chivalry is dead..." I retort with a smile, linking my arm through his, as we step through the entrance, Dean following close behind. 

We get in without any problems, but Sam and I need to sell we're just some rich couple who got hitched nearby, looking for some new home decor. Home decor that costs thousands of dollars, but decor, nevertheless. 

The auction house is giant and posh, with high ceilings and polished wooden everything. Small tables are dotted around the room, draped in lace tablecloth and littered with champagne flutes. Elegant music wafts through the room and I see Dean roll his eyes. He whispers something incoherent in Sam's ear before turning to me, "Blend in, make yourself trustworthy. I'll kill the lights at 11.30 - that's when you and Sammy grab the painting. Have fun, but not too much fun," he winks before approaching an attractive young woman who is sipping champagne alone. Classic. 

When I turn back to Sam, I see his cheeks and ears are a rosy pink already. "Let's get socialising," I say, taking the lead, avoiding any awkwardness. We approach a table where a middle-aged couple stand. I slap Sam gently on the arm as we get closer, "Oh Sammy! 'Girl with a Pearl Earring' was painted by Johannes Vermeer! Look, lets settle this, shall we? Excuse me, hello. My husband here," I smile widely, placing my hand on Sam's chest, "Thinks the 'Girl with a Pearl Earring' was painted by Michelangelo!" 

"Oh, well, sir, your wife is correct," Says the stout man, scratching his white beard, "My wife and I always bicker about art. Funnily enough, she's always right too," he winks at Sam, and he returns a polite smile, pulling me subtly closer.