Once they found out that every owner of the creepy painting became murder victims, the guys quickly decided to destroy it. They took that one on themselves, said it would be a piece of cake and she could get some sleep. Kayla didn't argue, they could have their fun breaking into the auction house.

The following morning Dean was running around the hotel room in a panic.

"Dean, what are you looking for?" She stopped him from pacing.

"My wallet."

"Well, where was the last place you had it?"

"Um, the auction house. When we broke in. Illegally."

Sam turned. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah man we gotta go find it before someone else does. It's got my prints, my ID, well my fake ID but still! Let's go."

Sam and Kayla exchanged a look of disbelief and followed him out the door. They didn't need the police attention if someone found his wallet and the missing picture. Genius.

At the auction house they were all trying to look as quickly as possible when Sarah walked in.

"Guys, hey. What are you doing here?"

"Sarah!" Sam stopped and smiled, but still looked like the cat that ate the canary. "We were just, um, about to leave town and I wanted to say goodbye."

Dean came up to him. "Ah come on Sam, we're not leaving yet. We'll be here at least a couple days."

Sarah looked confused at how erratic they were being; Kayla was confused but didn't show it.

"Say um, let me give you that twenty bucks I owe you. I keep forgetting." Dean pulled out…his wallet. Of course. With a smile he handed Sam a twenty dollar bill.

Sam stared at him in disbelief; it was a setup.

"I'll just leave you crazy kids alone. We gotta do, something. Have fun." He led Kayla out of the building with a chuckle.

"Dean Winchester."

"What?"

"That was so ridiculously sweet."

"I know it's almost sickening isn't it? Don't let it get around." He grinned and kissed her, he wanted a little more one on one time anyway. His idea was quickly destroyed when Sam came rushing out.

"The painting is there."

"What?"

"The painting, perfectly fine, is in the same frame."

Dean grimaced and motioned to the car. "Let's go do some fricken research."