See Chpt 1 for full summary :)

A/N: Thank you to anyone and everyone reading this story! I'm still getting the hang of fanfic, so feedback is much appreciated and loved! Thanks again!

Chapter 2

"So...you're sure you saw the painting?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, in between making myself look like an ass in front of Sarah and nearly falling over the antiques...yeah...I saw the painting we burned sitting in the middle of the floor!" Sam was beyond aggravated. The day was supposed to have been spent putting miles between Sam and New York. Instead, Dean had him literally turning over every vase and box looking for his supposedly lost wallet. Of course Sarah had to show up in the middle of the search, only for Dean to find his wallet seconds later. To top off the craptastic day...Sam's mouth decided to move faster than his brain making himself look even more stupid in front of Sarah. Yep, perfect day...

"Look, just call your girlfriend," Dean smirked at the deep scowl Sam sent his way, "and tell her we're interested in buying the damn thing. That should get us a few minutes alone with it and we can figure out where we went wrong."

"Whatever," Sam replied as he rummaged through his coat for the cell phone. Sarah picked up after a few rings, sounding much happier than Sam expected. "Hey Sarah! Um, Dean and I were kinda interested in that painting from earlier and were wondering...What do you mean you sold it? I need that address...just trust me on this, Sarah..."

"That painting…" Lois glanced at the leering painting then back at Evelyn's smiling face. "It sure is something else. Isn't it?" Lois put on her best smile in hopes of winning over Evelyn.

"I know!" The older woman practically bounced with excited over the framed creepiness. "I couldn't believe the Blakes still had it for sale! I was so sure it would get snatched up again! Luck must have been on my side."

"Yeah, lucky you, huh…" Lois took a seat as far away from the painting as possible. "I'm surprised that the police released the Telescas' belongings so quickly. I thought the processing would have taken much longer. I mean, this is, what, the first murder here in years?" After Evelyn's sad nod of agreement Lois continued softly, "You knew them well, didn't you?"

Evelyn walked closer to the painting, as if it brought her closer to her late friends. "Yes. We frequented Daniel's auctions. They started going right after their wedding. The poor dears didn't have a clue of what to do. I guess you could say that I took them under my wing, showed them the ropes of the auction house. They were such a lovely couple, Lois. Please don't forget that in your article."

"You know I won't," Lois warmly smiled up at Evelyn's tear stained face. "I only want to help find who did this to them." Lois stood so that she could put a comforting hand on the grieving woman's shoulder. Evelyn smiled sadly, clasping Lois hand.

"Thank you dear, but I think that it is getting late. I hope you don't mind if we cut this a little short."

"Of course not. Thank you for your time." Lois made her way to the door with Evelyn glancing back at the painting. She quickly said goodbyes and made for her car. She deposited her heels and purse while her mind drifted back to the Telesca's painting. There is something off….With that thought Lois snuck back to the old house in search of a way to sneak back inside without being seen. Evelyn, book in hand, sat in the den with a reading lamp illuminating the room. Lois went to the other side of the house, finding an old window slightly ajar…

"What the hell is going on, Sam!" Sarah was more than a little pissed and confused as the Impala tore into Evelyn's driveway. Yes, Sam was very cute…more like very hot. But still…Sarah really did not appreciate him acting like the world was ending because her father sold a hideous painting…all though she could understand being a bit revolted by it…

"Listen, we just really need to get inside and check on her first, then I'll talk." Sam hung back to quickly talk to Sarah while Dean raced to the door.

"Damn it! This thing is locked. Way too heavy to kick in." Dean dug through his pockets for his kit and set to picking the troublesome lock. Sarah's head spun towards the sound of screaming; Sam ran to one of the large side windows, quickly busting it open for his brother.

The scene that waited fit the description of the Telescas' murder in nearly every way. Sarah, nearly crippled with terror, turned into Sam at the sight of her family's friend sprawled and bleeding in her antique leather chair. Sam had initially stiffened with surprise, but quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around the trembling girl. With Sam tied up comforting Sarah, Dean pulled out his gun, moving swiftly around the poor woman's den.

The faint sound of shuffling and even sniffling echoed from the hall closet. Sam tightened his protective grip around Sarah as Dean reached for the closet's handle. In one swift, well-practiced motion, Dean had the door flying open and his gun aimed at whatever laid on the other side of the door. But the whatever inside the closet quickly changed to a whoever. Expecting to find a spirit or demon waiting for him, Dean stood in utter shock while his gun remained aiming at a woman…a very non-ghost like woman at that.

Sarah managed to drag her head away from the protection of Sam's chest to catch a glimpse of the closet. "Lois!" Sarah flew from Sam's arms to across the room where her best friend sat in a closet, with Dean's gun still aimed at her head.

Lois's terror stricken face slowly softened at the familiar voice and figure of Sarah came into her line of sight. "Oh thank God!" Sarah sighed before realizing a gun still pointed straight at her head. "Mind getting that thing out of my face leather boy." Dean's brain could not seem to catch up with the situation that had unfolded. It took Sam's hand on the gun and more silky smooth words from the brunette crouched in the closet for Dean to finally process what the hell was happening. "Do you make a habit of pointing guns at strangers?"

Dean huffed, "Maybe…Do you make a habit of hiding in closets at a crime scene?"

"Maybe," Lois said as she finally, but albeit shakily, made her way out of the closet with Sarah's aid. Dean continued to stare waiting for a real explanation. "I'm a reporter, actually was assigned the Telesca murder. Came here to talk to Evelyn and take a look at what she bought at the auction the other night. After I left, I couldn't shake that there was something about that painting…" At the mention of the piece of art, the unbelievable images flooded Lois's mind. "Oh God! That painting!" Her eyes darted to every corner of the room before settling on the framed horror.

"What about the painting?" Sam gently prodded.

"I-I…snuck back inside and hid in the closet. I wanted to wait 'til Evelyn went to bed so that I could take a better look at it. But then I swear…"

"Go on," Sam nudged.

"It's crazy, but I saw this shadow move from where the painting was. Then there was all this blood and screaming. I cracked open the door to see what was going on. I saw the knife and someone holding it. But then the person…they flickered out of sight before I could see the face. I mean, that's just insane right?"

"Lady, insane is pretty much par from course for us," Dean inserted despite Sam's glare. "Just saying."

"Then you want to tell me what the hell is going on around here instead of being an ass?" Lois shot daggers towards Dean with her stare, managing to actually send a little fear into Dean at the venom in her voice.

"Alright, we'll both explain everything," Sam interjects when Dean's mouth fails to form coherent words. "But right now, Dean and I need to get out of here. Police will be here soon."

"Wait, what? You two are leaving?" Sarah looked up at Sam, her eyes shining with tears.

"Not town, just the house. We'll be back at the motel, the one about four blocks from your work. Just…whatever you do…don't tell the police you came here with us. We'll help you any way we can, but that won't happen if the police know we're working with you on this. Ok?"

Sarah simply nodded, convinced by Sam's words. Lois was a completely different story. "No way! I'm not letting Sasquatch and his gun-toting sidekick waltz away! Not happening!"

"We don't really have a choice Lois," Sarah pleaded. "Just…trust them for me please?"

Sam spoke up, hoping to avoid more backlashes from the reporter. "Look, Lois right?" Sam waited for her to nod before continuing, "How about you ride with Dean and me back to the motel while Sarah deals with the police?"

Lois chewed her bottom lip and debated Sam's proposition. "Fine! But no way in hell am I getting a car with you two. Mine's parked across the street. I can follow you guys. But just so you know, don't even think about trying to get away. It will only piss me off before I catch up to you again." With that Lois carefully strolled out of the house to her car, leaving Sam and Dean shocked in her wake.

"Damn it Sam!" Dean fumed. This is going to be one hell of a long night."