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Dean Winchester stood rigid in an ill-fitting suit, the auction house’s polite murmur washing over him. Crystal clinked; money changed hands. Dean ignored it, eyes locked on a dark, unsettling painting beneath soft lights. He tilted his head, waiting for it to blink. When you stepped beside him, sharing that faint frown, he noticed. Most looked away; you didn’t. He shifted, voice low. “For something this expensive,” he murmured, eyes on the canvas, “it’s got a real bad vibe.” His gaze flicked to you—measuring. “Guess that makes two of us with questionable taste.” The auctioneer called the next bid. Dean’s jaw tightened. “Here to buy,” he asked, “or feeling that itch too?”