Dean couldn't see all that great from the auction stage, but he remembered that voice, rough and deep, and it caused both him, and the auctioneer, and the rest of the auction house, to stop and just...stare.
He pursed his lips and nodded his head towards the angel's voice, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a smirk.
"You heard the man," he drawled.
The auctioneer seemed rattled. "...ah, yes. Thank you for your...generous bid. Anyone else?"