ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: "Shut up and kiss me, you idiot."
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DANIEL BLAKE AUCTION AND ESTATES was packed full of well-dressed people with deep pockets.

Venus, Dean, and Sam were among them, each feeling severely underdressed and out of place.

But they needed to locate the Telesca's belongings and see if a malevolent spirit may have attached itself to any of them.

"Can I help you three?"

The hunters turned to face a grey-haired man dressed in a three-piece suit staring up at them disapprovingly.

"I'd like some champagne please," Dean replied, his tone snobbish to fit his surroundings.

Venus' nose crinkled at the small pieces of mini quiche that flew out of his mouth as he spoke. "He's not the waiter," she leaned in and told him.

Dean swallowed harshly, looking between the man and Venus then shrugging.

"I'm Sam Connors," Sam held out a hand and introduced himself.

But the man simply stared at the hand in disgust and looked Sam up and down.

Sam scoffed slightly but kept his polite smile, "These are my siblings, Dean and Venus," he turned to the others, "We're art dealers with Connors Limited."

The man raised a greying brow at them, "You're art dealers?"

Venus resisted the urge to glare at him and smiled instead. "Yes, we are."

He still didn't seem fully convinced. "I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house," he told them, "Now this is a private showing and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."

"We're there, chuckles," Dean responded before Venus or Sam could, "You just need to take another look," he assured the older man then turned to grab two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter, "Finally," he cheered, handing one to Venus.

Sam glared at the brunette who promptly took a sip. "What? It's free bubbly," she innocently shrugged, turning to follow Dean further into the art space.

They looked around for some time longer until finally spotting a group of items tagged 'Telesca Estate'. 

Dean pulled open a few cabinet drawers while Venus ran her fingers over a well-crafted lampshade. Both came to a stop behind Sam whose attention was caught by a large painting of a family of five.

Venus frowned at the art piece, immediately finding it unsettling.

"A fine example of American primitive, wouldn't you say?" 

All three hunters' attention was brought to the new voice above them, belonging to a young brunette woman in a black silk dress descending the stairs.

Venus couldn't even be upset with Dean for checking her out, because she was doing the same. Both hunters smacked Sam's arm in disbelief at the woman approaching them. 

"Well I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses," Sam turned and replied to her previous statement, "But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did."

The woman hung her head for a moment before chuckling coyly. "Guilty, and clumsy, I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake."

Venus and Dean watched the interaction with knowing smiles on their faces, until Dean grew distracted by a waiter passing with a tray of mini quiches. He picked up one and shoved it in his mouth, then offered another to Venus.

She smiled but politely declined in time for Sam to introduce them both.

"These are my siblings, Dean and Venus," he scowled at where his brother stood with a full mouth again.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Venus greeted the green-eyed woman with a wave, "That dress is stunning on you, by the way."

Sarah grinned, "Thank you. Nice necklace," she pointed to the recently gifted accessory.

Venus touched the piece of jewelry hanging from her neck and smiled even wider at the memory. "Thanks, it was a gift."

"From me," Dean proudly added from behind her, his mouth barely clear of food.

"Dean," Sarah turned to him, watching him throw another quiche in between his lips, "Can I get you some more mini quiche?"

"Mhm mhm, I'm good thanks," he said, still chewing.

"Dear God," Venus pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

Sarah turned back to Sam, her green eyes sparkling in the low lights of the auction house. "So can I help you with something?"

Sam's gaze lingered on her for a second before he answered. "Yeah, actually," he glanced at the painting behind them, "What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?"

"The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling their things this soon," she confessed, "But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowd. Even the rich ones."

Dean had been reacting to her words but quickly gave up once he realized that her attention was solely focused on Sam. Venus smirked at the fact.

"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asked her.

But he received no answer because Daniel Blake came strolling over. "I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that."

Venus sent him a disgruntled look. "Why not?" she protested.

Daniel snobbishly stuck his chin up at her even though he was shorter than her by about three inches. "You're not on the guest list and I think it's time to leave," he replied with a glance at Dean.

"Well we don't have to be told twice," the oldest hunter bit back.

"Apparently you do."

Venus gaped at the man. "You, sir, have just lost all business prospects with Connors Limited," she told him matter-of-factly.

"What a shame," he replied, severely unbothered. 

Sam held out a hand, "Okay, it's alright. We don't want any trouble, we'll go."

Dean didn't waste another second, slipping his palm into Venus' and heading towards the exit.

Venus let herself be brought out, taking a pig in a blanket off a passing waiter's tray on her way. 

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses, what?" Dean teased his younger brother as they trudged over to their motel room with bags in hand later that day.

"Art history course," Sam explained, "Good for meeting girls."

"Hell yeah, it is," Venus agreed, smirking at some memories from her first year at Stanford.

Dean shook his head at the both of them, twisting their room door open.

Venus laughed upon stepping through the threshold. "This place looks like a disco ball and a checkerboard threw up on it."

The hunters took a final look around and walked further in. Venus and Dean threw their bags on one bed while Sam threw his on the other, all three starting to unpack some of their things.

"What was the providence?" Dean continued his previous line of questioning. 

"Provenance," Sam corrected him, watching him test the word out on his lips, "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, y'know? We can use them to track the history of the pieces, see if anything's got a freaky past."

"We're not getting anything out of chuckles but uh, Sarah," Dean paused, snapping his fingers and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his brother.

"Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin," Sam sassed.

Dean chuckled. "Not me."

Sam's eyes darted to Venus.

"Definitely not me, hermano," she shook her head, "It wasn't my butt she was checking out."

"In other words, you want me to use her to get information?"

Venus scoffed. "When did I say that?"

"Yes," Dean shamelessly agreed, "Sometimes you gotta take one for the team."

"Let the record show that I do not endorse this," Venus scolded with a raised palm.

Dean pointed to Sam's phone in his pocket. "Call her."

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*CONTENT WARNING: SMUT UP AHEAD*
You've been warned :)

"Hey, Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?"

Dean's fingers, which had been tracing shapes on Venus' exposed hip, suddenly stopped their movements. "Well, that depends. Is it working?" he asked with a stupid grin.

Venus lowered the book she was reading and turned to look at him. "Sam's been gone for more than two hours and we both know he's not sleeping with that girl tonight so there's no telling when he's gonna walk through that door. Doing this right now would be stupid."

Dean moved to his knees on the bed, hovering over Venus' body. "Okay, so what I'm hearing is we have at least an hour or two till he comes back. I can do a lot in an hour."

Venus raised a brow. It was a tempting offer, she couldn't lie. "I'm gonna need a little bit more convincing than that," she shrugged, picking up her book and laying back down.

Dean scoffed at the game she was playing. He hurriedly pulled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere before grabbing each of Venus' ankles and yanking her body closer to him.

The brunette released a yelp at the sudden change in position. Dean took the book from her hand and placed it on the night table, looking down at her with a satisfied grin.

Venus couldn't ignore the rush of excitement that flooded her system any longer, sitting up to take off her shirt.

"That's my girl," Dean smirked, reaching for her bra clasp.

"Shut up and kiss me, you idiot."

Dean immediately complied, dipping his head down to meet Venus' lips. She welcomed the kiss with a smile, letting Dean's taste flood her senses. She quickly trapped Dean's waist in between her legs, grinding upwards in search of friction. Dean nipped her lip at the sudden movement, a groan rumbling in his throat that shot straight to the area between her legs.

Venus let her hands travel down Dean's chest and abdomen, letting herself grow reacquainted with his body for the first time in years.

Dean reached down for her jeans, unbuckling them and pulling them down her thighs in one fluid movement. He pulled away to throw the piece of clothing aside, locking eyes with the red lace underwear she was wearing. "You're trying to give me another heart attack aren't you?"

Venus deadpanned. "Time and place, man."

Dean grinned before leaning back in and connecting their lips. Venus ran her hands through his hair as the kiss picked up ferocity, both hunters establishing a pace in their movements. She reached a hand down to his belt buckle. "Take this off," she told him in between kisses.

Dean obeyed, sliding his pants off in seconds and leaving only his boxers. His lips soon found Venus' bare chest, making quick work of sucking each of the hardened buds there.

"That feels so good, Dean," Venus panted, her hands in his hair spurring him on.

Dean's green eyes met hers. "Say my name again," he urged.

"Dean," her voice was just above a whisper, pleading for him to keep his mouth on her.

His hands trailed down the sides of her body as his mouth dipped past the valley of her breasts and pressed chaste kisses along her abdomen, small goosebumps rising along the tanned skin. He eventually paused at the apex of her thighs, looking up to meet Venus' eyes.

She quickly nodded, silently permitting him to proceed.

Dean gently pulled on the damp lace, sliding it off her body and adding it to the growing pile of their clothes. Venus writhed along the bedsheets, trying to get closer to his lips, but Dean put a stop to it by reaching up and securing a grip on each of her thighs. He felt his mouth watering at the sight of her, finally bare before him, and decided not to waste another second.

Venus released a sharp breath at the feeling of Dean's tongue against her, bringing a hand down to twist in his hair.

Dean squeezed her thighs where they rested in his grip, letting her familiar scent and taste wash over him. But he instantly grew eager for more, his tongue moving faster along her wetness and soaking up as much as he could.

Venus brought a hand up to cover her mouth, not trusting herself to stay quiet in the small room.

"I need to hear you princess, come on," Dean paused and looked up at her.

Venus, though reluctant, let a soft moan break from her lips, her face contorting in pleasure. Dean returned to his ministrations, his tongue finding the spot that he knew would drive her over the edge.

The hand that rested in his hair pulled slightly, causing him to moan into her, driving her even farther up the wall threatening to come crashing down.

"God, Dean, I'm–"

"I know," he spoke, letting her hushed moans and gasps urge him on.

Venus' chest heaved as she drew closer to the edge, a reminder of how embarrassingly long it's been since she's done this. Her thighs reflexively closed around Dean's head in response, but the hunter didn't seem to care, adding his fingers into the mix to draw louder moans from her.

Within seconds she was coming undone beneath him.

Dean's tongue gathered everything she had to give him and then some, pulling overstimulated gasps from her throat.

Venus used her hold on his hair to pull his lips away from her, taking in his sloppy grin. "If we only have an hour, we're not spending it all like this."

Dean shrugged, "I wouldn't mind," he replied, releasing her thighs and moving up to hover above her once again.

Venus matched his smile with a satisfied one, wrapping her hands around his neck. "Well that's too bad 'cause I've got other plans for you," she lowly spoke, her breath fanning his lips.

Chills ran down Dean's spine at her words. He used a hand to rid himself of his boxers, shedding the final layer between them. She watched him reach for his wallet and brought a hand out to stop him. "I'm on the pill and I haven't had sex since March," she told him, watching him release a relieved breath, "and I trust you," she added, her tone more vulnerable.

Dean looked down at her with parted lips, still not entirely believing that this was happening. "I missed this," he admitted into the quiet of the night.

Venus' breath hitched. "Me too," she replied.

Before any other thoughts or feelings could wiggle their way into her mind, Venus craned her neck up to kiss Dean. He melted into her, kissing her back with a desperation that he reserved for moments between them like this.

Venus brought a hand down to gently grab Dean, lining him up with her entrance. "So impatient," he grunted against her lips, the feeling of her hand wrapped around him already affecting him.

"Please me or I please myself, Dean," she smirked, the twinkle of mischief in her eyes causing Dean to smile down at her.

Dean slowly rocked into her, watching the smug expression on her face morph into one of pure unadulterated pleasure. Once he fully eased in, he paused, letting Venus adjust as well as getting himself together, not expecting the feeling of being inside her to overwhelm him this much.

He watched as her eyes slammed shut, her brows knitting together in what he hoped wasn't discomfort. "Can I move?"

"Yes, please," she pleaded, her brown eyes fluttering open after some time.

Dean complied and soon they established a steady pace. His gaze stayed locked onto hers the entire time, watching every minuscule change in her face.

Venus brought his forehead down to rest against hers. "Faster, Dean," she told him smiling at the familiar brush of his amulet swinging against her chin.

Dean used a hand to bring one of her legs up against her chest, both sharing a deep moan at the new angle. "I'm not gonna last longer if you keep squeezing me like that," his jaw clenched, trying to focus on anything else except for the rhythmic pulse of her around him. He eventually resumed his movements inside her, every thrust pulling the sweetest moans from her. "You make the prettiest sounds for me," he smiled.

Venus' grip on Dean's neck tightened, his name falling from her lips like hushed prayers. She didn't need to tell him that she was almost there.

Dean leaned in and connected their lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the gut-wrenching moan that echoed from her once that final release hit her. Her body trembled beneath him as he maintained his previous pace, now aching for his own release. Venus trailed her lips over to the underside of his jaw, scattering kisses there and then moving to his throat.

The flutter of her soft lips against his skin was all it took to send Dean hurtling over the edge.

They remained in that spot for a short while after, taking in all that just happened. Dean hurriedly cleaned up all traces of it, and within five minutes they were redressed and back on the bed. 

But this time Venus lay in his arms, her head nestled into the soft crook of his neck. One of Dean's arms moved to wrap around her back, resting on her lower hip, while the other was sprawled across her upper back, holding her body tightly against his.

"You hungry?"

Venus looked up at him. "I could eat," she shrugged.

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Venus and Dean were halfway through a box of pizza by the time Sam returned from his date.

He quickly shrugged off his blazer and sat at the small room table. "Well I got 'em," were his first words, though he didn't seem too happy about it.

"Got what?" Venus mumbled, clearing her mouth soon after. She got up from the bed she and Dean were lounging in to sit in the chair across from Sam.

"The provenances."

Her eyebrows shot up as Sam handed her a few pieces of paper.

"So she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean questioned from the bed.

"Provenances," Venus corrected him, enunciating every syllable.

"Yes, we went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers," Sam explained.

Dean blinked. "And?"

"And nothing," Sam insisted, "That's it, I left."

Venus believed him. Dean not so much.

"You didn't have to con her or do any special favors?"

Sam glared at his older brother from across the room. "Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter please?"

Venus chuckled at how flustered he got, handing him back the provenances once she was done reading them.

"When this whole thing's done, we could stick around for a little bit?" Dean offered.

"Why?" 

"So you could take her out again. It's obvious you're into her, even I can see that."

Venus nodded in agreement, gesturing to the papers, "And it's obvious she likes you too if she just handed these to you for free."

Sam ignored them and kept his eyes on the pieces of paper, "Hey, I think I got something," he said, causing Dean to come strolling over.

"Portrait of Isiah Merchant's family painted 1910," Dean read aloud.

"Now compare the names of the owners to Dad's journal," Sam told him.

He rounded the table to where Venus sat peering into the book, leaning down to read it as well. He read each owner's name to see that they were murdered upon their purchase of the painting.

"Then stored, until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telescas bought it," Sam added.

Venus scoffed, "Who the hell would want a painting of some random creepy family in their home?"

"Stupid rich people," Dean shrugged.

"So what do you think? It's haunted or cursed?" Sam asked them both.

"Either way, it's toast," Venus declared.

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Venus could now confidently add armed robbery to her list of criminal offenses.

She scaled the gates of Daniel Blake's auction house within seconds, throwing her legs over and landing steadily on her two feet before the Winchesters did the same. She pulled out her small collection of lock-picking tools from her jacket pocket and ran towards the large wooden doors of the property, waiting for Sam to disarm the alarm system.

She knelt in front of the door, her gloved palms resting on her face as she studied the lock.

"Go ahead," Sam eventually nudged her.

Venus took the diamond and rake picks and carefully inserted them into the lock, waiting for the tools to itch on the right spot, then rotated them and picked the lock open. She sprung to her feet with a triumphant grin as she twisted the door knob. They all entered quickly and quietly.

Each hunter turned on their flashlight and began searching for the painting. They walked around for what felt like forever before Dean's light landed on the artwork, seated on a stool on the second floor.

Dean took his pocket knife and carefully sliced the canvas out of the frame. From there it was easy work to flee the auction house and find a deserted area to set it on fire.

"Ugly ass thing," Dean muttered as he lit a match, "If you ask me we're doing the art world a favor."

"Damn right," Venus agreed, watching the painting go up in flames.

Believing that their work was done, the hunters returned to the motel and had a good night's sleep.

But when they prepared to skip town the next morning, disaster struck.

"What the fuck do you mean you dropped your wallet in the warehouse?" Venus shouted, stomping out of the bathroom to where Dean was digging through his things.

"You're kidding right?" Sam turned to his older brother.

Dean grabbed his jacket and threw it on,  "I mean it's got my prints, my I.D.—well my fake I.D. anyway—but we gotta get it before someone else finds it come on."

Venus pulled her leather jacket from the bed and shrugged it on hastily. "I can't believe this shit," she mumbled to herself, grabbing her gun and phone off the table.

"Stop yapping and come on," Dean rushed her, swinging open the room door.

They arrived at the auction house to find it half empty, which made it easier to search for what they needed. But they were still coming up empty.

"How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" Sam harshly whispered from behind a vase.

Dean shrugged and continued searching, Venus doing the same behind him.

"Hey, guys!"

Sarah Blake's perky voice startled all three, causing them to assume the best poses to appear natural and not at all searching for a wallet that was lost during their robbery of the place the previous night.

Sam was thankfully the closest to her. "Sarah hey," he called out, putting a statue back in its place.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes barely glancing over where Venus and Dean were leaning up against a kitchen cabinet some distance away.

"Oh...we–we are leaving town and y'know we came to say goodbye," Sam lied smoothly.

Dean suddenly walked over, Venus following with furrowed brows. "What are you talking about Sam? We're sticking around for at least another day or two," he grinned at them. Venus watched him fish his wallet out of his pocket and pull out a twenty-dollar bill, suddenly realizing what this was all about. "Oh, Sam, I wanted to give you that twenty bucks I owe you, I always forget."

Venus chuckled as Sam's jaw dropped, the youngest reluctantly taking the money.

Dean looked between Sam and Sarah before grabbing Venus' hand in his own, "We'll leave you two crazy kids alone, we gotta go do something...somewhere," he then took off towards the exit.

Venus looked back to see the beginnings of a very awkward conversation, laughing at Sam's constant nervous glance to the floor. "That boy has no game," she turned back to Dean.

Dean shrugged, "We taught him what we could," he swung an arm around her shoulder.

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A/N: Hi. Did ya miss me? :) 

Not my best smut but all I'm gonna say is that this is just 
a quick lil ting! No emotional investment at all (that's what they think)!
So as their relationship evolves, the way I write the smut will evolve as well.

#DEANWINCHESTERISAMUNCH
—this is canon compliant yall the producers told me so themselves!

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