Provenance ReWrite Part Two
Sorry this one took a little longer to crank out. I got a bad review and it discouraged me a bit. And plus I was at camp for a week. Hope you like it! Please remember to review kindly! Thankies!
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After leaving the auction house, we head to a nearby motel and get a room. Dean parks in front of our room. All three of us get out of the car and grab our bags from the trunk.
As we walk to the door, Dean asks, "Grant Wood? Grandma Moses? Where did that come from?"
"Art history course. It's good for meetin' girls." Sam says with a guilty smile.
"It's like I don't even know you." Dean says opening the door.
The second the door opens, I see the room is a blast from the past. Its décor is 1970's theme; there's disco pattern wallpaper on the wall and the furniture is chrome.
"Huh." Sam and Dean say at the same time. They walk to the beds to set their stuff down, clearly they are unfazed.
"Dean." I say to him.
"Hmm?"
"Next time, Sam picks motel." I say.
"Whatever you say." Dean replies. "So, what was it, the providence?"
"Provenance." Sam corrects him. Dean mouths the word trying to pronouce it right. "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use 'em to check the history of the pieces, see if anything's got a freaky past." Sam says.
"Huh. Well, we're not gettin' anything out of Chuckles, but, uh, Sarah?" Dean tells him, smirking.
"Yeah. Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin." Sam says jokingly. Dean chuckles a bit at his comment.
"Not me." Dean tells him.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. Pickups are your thing, Dean." Sam says shaking his head.
"It wasn't my butt she was checkin' out." Dean says.
"In other words, you want me to use her to get information." Sam asks/says.
"Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team." Dean says. He picks up his cell phone and holds it out towards Sam. "Call her."
I roll my eyes. How am I related to him?
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After Sam called Sarah, Dean and I are just relaxing in the motel room. Dean's watching t.v. while I'm on Sam's laptop. After 10 minutes or so, I'm bored. This seems to be happening a lot lately, being bored that is.
"Hey Dean?"
"What?"
"You wanna crash Sam's date?" I ask him.
"What?" He says turning to face me.
"You wanna go to the restaurant to see how things are goin'?" I ask him again.
"Hell yeah." Dean says smiling. He turns the t.v. off and stands up. "One thing though."
"What?"
"Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"
"She has left the building. And plus, I'm bored." I tell him.
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Dean and I head to the restaurant with sunglasses on so Sam won't recognize us (even though I'm sure he could if he saw us). We're seated shortly after we arrive. We hold the menu's in front of our faces. We're close to Sam and Sarah but not close enough to hear what's going on.
"Can you hear?" Dean asks me.
"No, not a word. Let's move closer." I tell him. He nods silently. We get up from where we're sitting and move to a close table, still with our menu's in front our face.
We listen carefully to the pair of them talking about how Sam isn't like any art dealer she's ever met before. I hear a light 'ahem' from behind me. I turn around to see a short, stubby waiter.
"Can I get you two anything to drink?"
"Water with a lemon wedge, please." I say.
"And you?" He asks turning to Dean.
"Beer." Dean says shortly.
The waiter nods and walks away. Turning back to Sam and Sarah, I hear Sam ask her why she hadn't been on a date in a while. Smooth, I thought.
I hear Sarah answer by saying, "I'm sure you're many things, Sam. I'm also sure 'loser' isn't one of them."
I whisper to Dean, "Aw, how cute."
He shh's me and we both return to their conversation.
"It was my mom. She died about a year ago—totally unexpected. It really threw me. I went into this shell—a nice, warm, safe shell. But lately, I've been thinking. It's not what she would have wanted for me, so…." Sarah says but she trails off. She continues, "So, what about you? You're a reasonably attractive guy."
Sam laughs at her comment. "Reasonably?" I have to admit, she seems really nice and I hope Sam doesn't mess this up.
"Why haven't you been out and about?" She asks her. Wrong move on her part, but how could she know about Jessica? Sam doesn't reply and the smile on his face fades. "Another long story for another time?" Sarah asks him, picking up his 'I-don't-want-to-talk-about-that' vibe. He just nods.
"Dean, I think we should get back to motel room before Sam does." I tell him.
"Good idea. That would be an awkward conversation." Dean says. He puts a twenty dollar bill down onto the table. We get to leave but Dean knocks over his beer bottle down causing it make a loud noise.
I don't turn around to see if Sam was looking our way; but instead I grab Dean by the arm and dart out of there.
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Back at the motel room, I scold Dean for being so clumsy.
"Hey, I said sorry. I don't think Sam saw us." Dean says for umpteenth time.
"We better hope so. Just act normal when he gets here." I say plopping down on to a chair.
An hour or so later, Sam walks through the door looking somewhat annoyed. He see's me watching t.v. and Dean sharpening his knife.
"What the hell?" He asks.
"What the hell what?" Dean asks casually in return.
"You know what." He says sternly.
"It was Abbie's idea." Dean says quickly, pointing his finger in my direction.
"Dean!" I yell at him.
"Sorry sis, I'm saving my ass first." Dean tells me.
"I'll remember that in the future." I say.
"Why would you do that Abbie?" Sam asks me.
"Well, you see…it's just…you know…" I say, stumbling through my sentence. I couldn't really think of a reason why we went. I just wanted to see how it was going. I knew that Sam wouldn't tell the whole truth.
"That's the best excuse you have?!" Sam asks.
"Well, no. It's just I knew you wouldn't tell us the whole truth so, I don't know. I'm sorry Sam."
Sam is silent for a few minutes. I could almost see him working things out in his mind. "Do you want to know what happened?"
"Duh." Dean says.
Sam says, "Well, we just talked at the restaurant and I asked to see the provenances. She said yes."
"So, she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean asks him.
"Provenances." I say correcting him.
"Pro-provenances?" Dean asks making sure he was correct. I nod my head.
"Yes. I went back to her place; I got a copy of the papers." Sam tells us, sitting down reading over the provenances.
"And?" Dean asks.
"And nothing, that's it. I left." Sam says.
"You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything?" Dean asks him with a smirk.
"Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Sam asks, annoyed.
"You know, when this whole thing is done, we could stick around for a little bit." Dean says to Sam.
"Why?" He asks.
"Sam, you like this girl." I say.
"It's obvious you're into her, even I can see that." Dean says.
"Hey, all right, I think I got somethin' here." Sam says, ignoring what Dean and I just said. Dean and I walk over to where Sam is sitting. Sam hands the provenances to me. I carefully read them over with Dean reading over my shoulder.
"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family painted in 1910." Dean reads out loud.
"Now, compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam says. I hand the provenances to Dean. I pop a squat next to Sam read what Sam's pointing to.
"First purchased in 1912 to Peter Simms." I read out loud. Sam points to something else in the journal. "Peter Simms murdered in 1912."
"Same thing in 1945. Huh. Same thing in 1970." Dean says, reading the last bit to us.
"Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telescas bought it. So, what do you think, it's haunted or cursed?" Sam asks us.
"Either way, it's toast." Dean says.
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After we decided what our plan was gonna be, we head over to the auction house at night. Dean gets a running start and hops the gate, closely followed by Sam and me.
Sam pulls out some tools and disarms the alarm system. "Go ahead." Sam tells us.
Dean opens the door and we carefully walk inside. Armed with flashlights, we look around for the painting. Dean shines his flashlight up to the upper level and sees the painting. He clears his throat and points to it.
We rush up the stairs to the painting. Dean takes out his knife and cuts the painting out of the frame. With painting in hand, we head outside. We put the painting on the ground and cover it in lighter fluid.
Dean lights a match, but before he's throws it, he says, "Ugly-ass thing. If you ask me, we're doin' the art world a favor."
As soon as that's said, he throws the match onto it and it instantly burst into flames.
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The next morning, Dean's looking around the motel franticly.
"Dean, what's you're problem?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows.
"I can't find my wallet." Dean says, still looking around.
"How is that my problem?" Sam asks.
"'Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night." Dean says.
"You have got to be joking me." I tell him, getting up from the couch.
"Yeah, it's got my prints, my ID—well, my fake ID, anyway. We've gotta get it before somebody else finds it, come on." Dean announces before he walks out of the room.
We quickly drive to the auction house. How can Dean be such an idiot?!?
Once there, we hurriedly look through the auction house. Sam picks up a piece of art and looks behind it. "How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" He asks him.
"Hey, guys." Sarah says cheerfully from behind us.
"Sarah! Hey." Sam says, setting down the art.
"What are you doing here?" She asks us.
"Uh, we—we're leaving town, and you know, we came to say goodbye." Sam says thinking up an excuse quickly.
"Oh, what are you talkin' about, Sam? We're stickin' around for at least another day or two." Dean says to them. Sarah looks happy while Sam looks confused.
"Oh, Sam, by the way, I wanted to give you that twenty bucks I owe you." Dean says taking out his wallet. He hands him a twenty dollar bill. Sam looks annoyed at him. Oh Dean, you do have your moments. "I'm always forgettin'. There ya go."
"Dean, don't we have something to do somewhere else?" I ask him, a smile playing my lips.
"You know what Abbie, I think you're right. We'll leave you two crazy kids alone." Dean says. We walk away leaving a somewhat nervous Sam behind.
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whattheydont have a sister you wish you were their sis but youre not! haha! yesi know you wish you had a hot bro like dean and sam but you dont sodont write about yourself. the story sucks.
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