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Chapter 19
'Pour some sugar on me' by Def Leopard blared through the bar and I was dancing with Aaron or Alex maybe it was Andrew when Sam waved me over to the table he was sitting at. Dean and I made it over to him at the same time.
"Alright so I think I got something," Sam started.
"Oh yeah me too," Dean said looking back at the bar.
"Me three," I mumbled turning to wink at the guy I was just dancing with.
"You know I was thinking we should take a little shore leave, just a little one, what do you think, huh?" Dean asked.
"I'm game," I nodded.
"So what are we today Dean…are we rock stars?...are we Army rangers?" Sam asked.
"Reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills," Dean laughed, "By the way she has a friend over there I can probably hook you up, what do ya think?"
"Dean…" Sam sighed.
"Oh come on Sammy she's hot, well in the bar skank kind of way, but you need to have a little fun," I said before leaning over to whisper in his ear, "Just make sure you wrap it up."
"Guys stop I can get my own dates," Sam declared.
"Yeah you can you but you don't," Dean argued.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked and I gave Dean a look to just drop it, for now.
"Nothing," Dean said shaking his head.
"So what did you find?" I asked wanting to get this over with so I could get back to my guy.
"Mark and Anne Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their home just a few days ago. Their throats were slit, there were no prints, no murder weapons and all doors and windows were locked from the inside," Sam replied.
"Could just be a garden variety murder and not our department," Dean suggested.
"Actually dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one was in 1912, second one in 1945 and the third in 1970 with the same MO as Sam's couple," I recited from memory.
"Alright it's worth checking out," Dean said.
"We can pick this up in the morning though right?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah," Sam shrugged.
"Great," I smiled and turned to walk away when I heard Dean clear his throat, "What?"
"You remember our rules?" Dean asked.
"You have rules?" Sam questioned.
"Yes," I sighed, "If I'm not coming home I have to let you know either by a phone call or a text message and before you ask yes I have a weapon on me just in case."
Dean must have been satisfied with my answer since he went back up to the bar and turned on the Winchester charm. I was about to leave myself when Sam stopped me this time.
"Where?" Sam asked looking me up and down.
Granted I did have on flip flops, a jean skirt and a black halter but I'm still a Winchester and am always prepared. I pulled my skirt up slightly to show him I had a silver knife strapped to my thigh.
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I was asleep in the backseat the next morning while Dean slept in the passenger seat and Sam went to check out the couple's house. Sam apparently thought it would be funny to honk the horn to wake us up.
"I hate you," I groaned as I covered my ears.
"Man that's so not cool," Dean agreed taking his sunglasses off and squinting from the brightness.
"How much did you guys drink last night?" Sam asked still laughing as he sat in the driver's seat.
"I don't know that guy I was with had me try these things called Washington Apples," I answered before leaning forward the rest my head on the seat.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked.
"I have no idea but they tasted good," I replied, "Sam please tell me you found something and that you didn't drag me away from a bed in a dark, quiet room for nothing."
"I just swept the Telesca house with the EMF and it's clean and last night while you two were…out…I took the history of the house; no hauntings, no violent crimes, and nothing strange about the Telesca's themselves either," Sam answered.
"So if it's not the people or the house then maybe it's the contents like a cursed object or something," Dean offered.
"House is clean," Sam said shaking his head.
"Yeah you said that," I mentioned.
"No I mean it's empty, no furniture, nothing," Sam corrected.
"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asked.
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"Can I help you?" a man asked from behind us as we walked around the auction house, clearly underdressed.
"I'd like champagne please," Dean asked as a man in a penguin suit stood in front of us.
"Oh me too," I added.
"He's not a waiter!" Sam exclaimed, "I'm Sam Connors, this is my brother Dean and sister Leah, we are art dealers with Connors' Limited."
"You're art dealers?" the man asked skeptically.
"That's right," Sam nodded.
"I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house, now this is a private showing and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."
"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look," Dean said stuffing another appetizer into his mouth.
"Oh finally," I said grabbing a champagne glass off of a tray as a waiter walked by before raising my glass to Mr. Blake and walking away, "Cheers."
"Don't you think you already had enough to drink you couldn't even sit up straight in the car," Sam whispered loudly as walked away.
"Can't be hung over if you're still drunk," I grinned.
"You wouldn't be drinking on the job if dad was here," Sam protested.
"Well as you so nicely keep pointing out, he isn't," I replied before walking over and linking arms with Dean while we continued to look through the items from the couple's house.
"Check this out," Dean motioned pointing to what appeared to be an oil painting of a family and Sam made his way over to us.
"A fine example of American Primitive, wouldn't you say?" a woman asked coming down the stairs behind us, Dean was about to nod when I elbowed him.
"Well I'd say it's more Grant Wood then Grandma Moses. But you knew that, just wanted to see if we did," I smirked as she came over to us.
"Guilty and clumsy, I apologize," she said, "I'm Sarah Blake."
"I'm Leah and these are my brothers Sam and Dean," I introduced pointing to each one as Dean stuffed another appetizer in his mouth and I finished my champagne.
"Well can we get you more mini quiche?" Sarah asked turning to Dean.
"I'm good thanks," he mumbled through a mouthful.
"More champagne?" she asked me.
"That would be great," I smiled and she got the attention of a nearby waiter and handed me another glass.
"So, can I help you with something?" Sarah asked turning to Sam and clearly flirting.
"Yeah, actually what can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam asked oblivious.
"The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds, even the rich ones."
"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asked.
"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that," Mr. Blake answered joining our small group.
"Why not?" I asked.
"You're not on the guest list and I think it's time to leave," Mr. Blake replied.
"Well we don't have to be told twice," Dean mocked.
"Apparently you do," Mr. Blake said not amused by the whole thing.
"Maybe your tie is just a bit too tight and cutting off oxygen to your brain," I laughed.
The man was about to say something when Sam stepped in.
"Ok, it's alright, we don't want any trouble, we'll go," he said as he ushered Dean and I away.
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"What was providence?" Dean asked once we got to our motel room.
"Provenance," I corrected him as I curled up on one of the beds.
"And that is…" Dean questioned.
"Shhh…I have a headache," I complained.
"It's a certificate of origin, like a biography. You know we can use them to check the history of the pieces, see if anything has a freaky past," Sam answered.
"Well we aren't getting anything out of chuckles but Sarah," Dean smirked.
"Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin," Sam laughed.
"Maybe you two could shut up!" I groaned burying my head under the pillows.
"How much did you drink because I've seen you go tit for tat with Dean and you're never this hung over," Sam asked.
"Sam just call Sarah and get the information," I sighed ignoring Sam's question.
"No, no, no pick ups are Dean's thing," Sam said shaking his head.
"It wasn't my butt she was checking out," Dean winked.
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Sam was out with Sarah which left Dean and I in the room.
"So you just going to sleep all day?" Dean asked looking at me still lying on the bed from earlier.
I just shrugged.
"You know Sam was right earlier, you're not hung over so what is it?" Dean tried but again I didn't answer, "Leah…"
"What?!" I exclaimed getting up.
"So you are alive," Dean teased before getting back to being serious, "Start talking."
"I just don't feel good," I lied.
Dean could tell and just stared at me until I gave in.
"Ok so I might have taken a couple pain killers before we went out drinking last night," I sighed.
"You what?" Dean yelled getting off the chair to stand right in front of me, "You know better than to mix that kind of stuff!"
"I know it was a mistake I didn't mean to," I said, which was partially true, I planned on drinking just not as much as I did.
"So what hurts?" Dean questioned.
"My head and my stomach," I replied.
"No shit, I meant what hurt last light. What hurt so bad that you had to take pain killers?" Dean asked and I could tell he was trying to control his anger, "You told me your knee and your side was fine."
"They are," I disputed.
"Then why di…" Dean started to ask again until I cut him off.
"Because I wanted to see her again!" I screamed.
"Wha-What? See who?" Dean asked completely confused.
"Never mind," I mumbled and headed for the door.
"No you're not going anywhere until we finish this conversation," Dean stated as he moved to stand in front of the door.
"Move."
"No," he replied crossing his arms.
"Move," I yelled again trying to reach around him for the door knob.
"Damn it Leah why can't you just tell me?" Dean exclaimed grabbing a hold of my wrist.
"Let me go," I shouted as I tried to pull my wrist out of his grasp.
"Not until you tell me who," Dean shouted back.
"Mom!" I cried, "I wanted to see mom!"
Dean let go of my wrist and the look on his face was as if I had just punched him. I stood there for a second not knowing what to say when out of no where the anger on Dean's face came back and he slammed me against the wall.
"Do you know how selfish that is?" he screamed in my face.
All I could do was nod, Dean had never laid a hand on me before and to be honest it scared the crap out of me that he had me pinned to the wall with his forearm. I wasn't trying to kill myself as he probably thought; I just wanted to be unconscious for awhile and hoped that maybe my mom would visit me again.
"What would dad think?" he yelled again.
"I don't know he isn't here because I sent him away!" I screamed back through my tears.
Dean finally let me go and I slide the floor pulling my knees up to my chest and letting it all out. Too much had happened in the past couple of months and I just couldn't take it anymore. I finally got to see my mom after twenty years of wondering what it would be like only to have it taken away from me. Recently, I was having these horrid nightmares of Sam lying dead on bed, or being shot or being stabbed or even in a terrible car accident but the outcome was always the same; he was always dead at the end of my dream. I had sent my dad away trying to protect him but I needed him now more then ever and I missed him terribly. Dean sighed as he sat down beside me and tried to pull me into a hug. I fought him off at first but eventually gave in when he wouldn't let me go.
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After a long hot shower and changing into a pair of jeans, one of Dean's t-shirts and one of Sam's old sweatshirts I curled up in the chairs while Dean cleaned the weapons and Sam filled us in on his date.
"So she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean asked.
"Provenances," I corrected him again.
"Provenances?" Dean asked trying to sound it out.
"Yes, we went back to her place and got a copy of the papers," Sam said.
"And?" Dean asked waiting for more details.
"And nothing that's it I left," Sam replied while he looked through the papers.
"What no special favors?" I laughed.
"I see you're feeling better," Sam sighed.
"Yeah," I said sharing a look with Dean.
I still wanted to see mom again and was still freaked out by these insane nightmares but felt better knowing Dean was there for me even if we never talked about it.
"You know when this whole thing's done we could stick around for a little bit," Dean mentioned.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"So you can take her out again obviously you're into her," I answered.
"Even I can see that," Dean added.
"Hey, alright I think I've got something here," Sam said ignoring us.
"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family painted in 1910," Dean read off the page Sam handed him.
"Now compare the names of the owners with dad's journal," Sam said.
"First purchased in 1912 by Peter Simms," Dean read off the paper and then checked dad's journal, "Peter Simms murdered 1912."
"I'm assuming the same thing in 1945 and 1970?" I guessed.
"Uh yeah," Dean answered doubling checking.
"Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month where the Telescas bought it," Sam continued.
"So the painting is cursed?" I questioned.
"Either way it's toast," Dean commented.
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We scaled the metal gate in front of the auction house and I disarmed the security alarm so Dean could pick the lock. We scanned our flashlights around trying to locate the painting when Dean noticed it upstairs. We sprinted up the spiral staircase; I got my switchblade out and cut the painting out of the frame. Within minutes we are back outside in the car and headed for an old dirt road. I unroll the painting and lay it on the road.
"If you ask me we're doing the art world a favor," Dean said as he lit a match and we watched the painting burn away to ashes.
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"We got a problem I can't find my wallet," I stated rushing out of the bathroom and throwing things out of my duffle looking for it.
"How is that our problem?" Sam asked while he was packing his own bag.
"Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night," I replied and waited for the yelling to begin.
"You're kidding right?" Sam asked.
"Why did you even bring it with you?!" Dean exclaimed.
"No I'm not kidding, it's got my prints, my ID, my real one too not just my fake ones," I answered throwing my jacket on, "Come on we have to go get it before someone else finds it."
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"How do you lose your wallet Leah?" Sam growled as we hurried around the auction house looking for it.
I just shrugged and kept looking when Sarah noticed us and came over.
"Hey guys!" she smiled.
"Sarah! Hey," Sam smiled back trying to act like he wasn't just running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
"What are you doing here?" Sarah asked.
"Uhh, we…we are leaving town and we came to say goodbye," Sam replied.
I winked at Dean and strolled over to Sam, "What are you talking about Sam we're sticking around for at least another day or two."
Sam and Dean look at me like I have three heads.
"Oh Sam by the way," I said pulling out my wallet, "Let me go ahead and give you that twenty bucks I owe ya, there you go."
Sam grabbed the cash out of my hand and if looks could kill I would have been dead.
"Well we will leave you two crazy kids alone, we have to go do something…somewhere," Dean said putting his arm around me as walked away.
"I hope he doesn't blow this there is only so many things I can do to push this along," I told Dean as we headed towards the front door.
"That was some good acting," Dean commented.
"What not too selfish?" I asked turning my head to the side like a puppy.
"Leah I…" Dean started.
"It was a joke De, relax," I laughed and then my face dropped.
"What?" Dean asked and then followed my eyes.
"Didn't we burn that last night or was I just dreaming that?" I questioned as Dean and I stood like deer in headlights staring at the picture we burned the night before.
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"I don't understand we burned the damn thing," Sam stated once we filled him in as we sat in the Impala.
"Yeah thank you Caption Obvious," I scoffed.
"Alright we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?" Dean asked.
"Well in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the painting's subject that haunts them," I answered.
"Ok so we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family and that creepy-ass painting," Dean said.
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"You said the Isaiah Merchant family right?" the proprietor of the small second hand book shop asked Sam and I as Dean was flipping through a book about guns and smiling like a little kid.
"Yeah that's right," Sam answered and the man laid a huge book of old newspaper clippings on the table in front of us.
"I dug up every scrap of local history I could find. So are you three crime buffs?"
"Kinda, why do you ask?" Dean questioned closing his book.
"Well," the man said holding up one of the papers and pointing to a small article titled 'Father Slaughters Family, Kills Himself'.
"Yeah that sounds about right," Dean nodded.
"Wait the whole family was killed?" I asked.
"It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids throats, then his wife, them himself. Now he was a barber by trade, used a straight razor."
"Why'd he do it?" Sam asked.
"Let's look," the man said turning the paper so he could see and began reading, "People who knew him describe Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist. Wife, two sons, adopted daughter…there were whispers that the wife was going to take the kids and leave."
"I thought that didn't happen back then," I questioned.
"Oh it didn't and to make sure of it old man Isaiah…well he gave them all a shave," the man laughed.
Dean started laughing too until Sam and I gave him a look.
"Does it say what happened to the bodies?" Dean asked getting serious again.
"Just that they were all cremated."
"Of course they were," I muttered.
"Anything else?" Sam asked.
"Yeah actually I found a picture of the family," the man said grabbing another book and flipping it open, "here it is."
"Can we get a copy of that please?" I asked noticing something off about the picture.
"Sure."
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"I'm telling you the painting at the auction house dad is looking down and the painting here," I said sliding the copy of the original I got across the table in our motel room so that both brothers could see, "dad is looking out, the painting has changed."
"All right so you think that daddy dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbian neckties like with his family?" Dean asked.
"Well at least he isn't mommy dearest," I shrugged.
"But if his bones are already dusted then how are we going to stop him?" Sam asked exasperated.
"Well if Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting did too you know it could give us some clues," Dean replied looking over the picture.
"What like a Da Vinci Code deal?" I asked.
"I…don't…know, uhh…still waiting for the movie on that one," Dean answered, puzzled by my question, "Anyway we've got to get back in and see that painting."
"Well then Sammy will get more time to crush on his girlfriend," I teased and Dean nodded in agreement.
"Guys enough already," Sam sighed.
"What?" Dean asked as he got up and threw himself on the bed.
"What? Ever since we got here you have been trying to pimp me out to Sarah! Just back off alright?"
"Well you like her don't you?" I asked and saw a slight shrug from Sam, "So then what's the problem, you like her, she likes you, you are both consenting adults…"
"What's the point Leah, we'll just leave, we always leave!" Sam shouted at me frustrated.
"I'm not saying marriage Sam!" I yelled back.
"You know what I don't get it, why do you care if I hook up?"
"Because maybe then you wouldn't be so cranky all the time," I replied calmly.
"You're cranky all the time and you do get laid so what's your excuse?" Sam asked still agitated with the whole thing.
"Having to deal with your crabby ass!"
"You know, seriously Sam, this isn't just about hooking up, ok?" Dean sat up on the bed, "I mean, I think this Sarah girl could be good for you. And…I don't mean any disrespect but I'm sure this is about Jessica right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that…but…I would think that she would want you to be happy. God forbid have fun once in awhile, wouldn't she?"
"Yeah I know she would," Sam answered softly with a few tears forming in his eyes, "You're right part of this is about Jessica, but not the main part."
"What's it about?" I asked hoping I could find someway to help him but he wouldn't answer.
"Well we still got to see that painting which means you still have to call Sarah," Dean said laying back on the bed again.
Sam picked up his cell phone and dialed Sarah's number.
"Hey Sarah, it's Sam…hey, hi…good good what about you?...yeah good really good," Sam said into the phone.
"Smooth," Dean whispered.
"So listen my siblings and I were thinking we would like to come back in and look at the painting again…I think we are interested in buying it…what?!" Sam asked getting up from his chair.
I got up from my chair and Dean got off the bed to try and listen to the conversation.
"Who'd you sell it to?" Sam asked, "Sarah I need an address right now!"
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We pull up to the address Sam got from Sarah and jump out of the car to see Sarah already there.
"Sam, what's happening?" she asked scared.
"I told you, you shouldn't have come," Sam replied as we ran past her and Dean started banging on the front door.
"Hello, anybody home?"
"You said Evelyn might be in danger, what kind of danger?" Sarah asked following us onto the porch.
"I can't knock this door down, I'm going to have to pick it," Dean stated as he pulled out the lock pick.
"Give me," I said grabbing it from his hands and quickly trying to pick the lock.
"What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah exclaimed.
"I wish it was that simple. Look you really should wait in the car, it's for your own good," Sam answered as I finally got the door open.
"The hell I will, Evelyn is a friend," she stated as she followed us in.
"Evelyn?" I called out with no response.
"Evelyn," Dean tried.
We walked into the lounge to see who I assumed to be Evelyn sitting eerily still in a chair facing away from us. The painting is hung above the fireplace with the father looking at his daughter.
"Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake, are you alright?" she asked as she went to touch her shoulder.
"Sarah don't! Sarah!" Sam tried but it was too late and Evelyn's head tipped back exposing her slashed throat.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Sarah screamed and Sam ushered her out of the room.
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Sam paced the length of our motel room, Dean was on the laptop and I tried to get Sam to stop pacing with no luck until there was a knock at the door.
Sam opened the door and Sarah stormed into the room, "Hey, you alright?"
"No, actually. I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's…alone, and found her like that."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Thank you," Sam told her.
"Don't thank me, I'm about to call them right back if you don't tell me what the hell is going on, who's killing these people," Sarah demanded.
"What," I stated.
"What?" Sarah asked confused.
"It's not a who it's what is killing those people," I clarified but Sarah just looked at me like I was insane so Sam tried.
"Sarah, you saw that painting move."
"No…No I was…I was seeing things that's impossible," she said with tears forming in her eyes.
"Yeah well, welcome to our world," Dean commented.
"Sarah I know this sounds crazy but we think that painting is haunted," Sam said gently.
"You're joking," she laughed and we all just stared at her, "You're not joking, God the guys I go out with."
"Sarah, think about it. Evelyn, the Telesca's, they both had the painting and there have been others before that too. Wherever this thing goes people die and we're just trying to stop it, and that's the truth," Sam explained.
Sarah took a deep breath, "Well then I guess you'd better show me, I'm coming with you."
"What? No. Sarah no, you should just go home. This stiff can get dangerous and…and I don't want you to get hurt," Sam admitted.
"Look, you three are probably crazy, but if you're right about this? When me and my dad sold that painting we might have got these people killed. Look I'm not saying I'm not scared because I'm scared as hell but…I'm not going to run and hide either," Sarah said as she walked to the door, "So are we going or what?"
Sarah walked out the door and my mouth was hanging open like a fish.
"Sam, marry that girl," Dean said.
"I like her," I agreed.
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"Uhh isn't this a crime scene?" Sarah asked nervously as I picked the lock to Evelyn's door again.
"You've already lied to the cops, what's another infraction," Dean smirked.
"Besides it gets to be fun," I smiled as the door opened.
Sam took the painting off the wall so we could check it out.
"Aren't you worried that it's, you know going to kill us?" Sarah asked as Sam put his face almost right against the painting.
"No it seems to do it's thing at night, I think we're alright in the daylight," Sam answered.
"Hey guys check it out," I said comparing the picture to the copy we had made, "The razor is closed in this one but it's open in that one."
"What are you guys looking for?" Sarah asked.
"Well if the spirit's changing aspects of the painting maybe it's doing so for a reason," I replied handing the copy to Sam.
"Hey hey look at this," Sam said comparing the pictures, "the painting in the painting."
"Looks like a crypt, or a mausoleum or something," Dean said squinting as he tried to see if there was a name.
"Here," I said handing him a thick glass ashtray.
He used it as a magnifying glass before reading, "Merchant."
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"This is the third bone yard we've checked, I think this ghost is jerking us around," Dean said as we walked further into the cemetery.
I hopped on Dean's back and wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Can I help you?" he asked steadying himself with a headstone since I surprised him.
"I don't feel like walking anymore," I shrugged.
"So go bug Sam," Dean replied.
"If I'm bugging him he can't flirt so you're stuck with me," I whispered in his ear, Dean sighed but held on to my legs anyways.
"So this is what you guys do for a living?" Sarah asked.
"Not exactly, we don't get paid," Sam answered.
"Well, Mazel Tov," Sarah scoffed.
"Found it," Dean called out as he pointed to the mausoleum.
I slid off his back so he could break the lock on the door with the bolt cutters we had brought with us. There were a number of name plates as well as four urns in front of little glass fronted boxes.
"Ok that right there is the creepiest thing I've ever seen," Sarah commented looking in one of the cases of a doll.
"It was sort of a tradition at the time. Whenever a child died sometimes they'd preserve the kids' favorite toy in a glass case and put it next to the headstone or crypt," I explained.
"How do you know all this stuff?" Sarah asked me.
"She's our walking encyclopedia, dictionary and pain in the ass," Dean smirked.
"Shut up, notice anything strange here?" I asked.
"Uhh, where do I start?" Sarah replied and Sam snickered.
"That's not what I mean look at the urns," I tried again.
"There are only four," Sam stated.
"Yeah mom and the three kids, daddy dearest isn't here," I commented.
"So where is he?" Dean asked.
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I went into the office building with Dean so we could find out what happened to Isaiah's body but in reality I just wanted to give Sam sometime with Sarah.
"How come they aren't smiling?" I asked Dean as we watched Sam and Sarah talking from the front steps of the building even though we couldn't hear what they were saying. Dean didn't answer instead we walked over to meet them.
"Are we interrupting something?" Dean asked.
"No," Sam answered.
"No not all," Sarah replied and even though I haven't know her for very long she looked annoyed or aggravated at something.
"Apparently," I scoffed.
"So what'd ya get?" Sam asked.
"Pay dirt," Dean replied waving a piece of paper.
"Apparently the surviving relatives of the Merchant family were so ashamed of Isaiah that they didn't want him interred with the rest of the family. So they handed him over to the county, the county gave him a pauper's funeral…economy style. Turns out he wasn't cremated, he was buried in a pine box," I added.
"So there are bones to burn," Sam said.
"There are bones to burn," Dean repeated.
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We waited until the middle of the night to go burn Isaiah's bones. Dean, Sam and I dug the grave while Sarah held the flashlight.
"Sarah you alright, you look a little pale," I noticed as Sam gave me a boost out of the grave before climbing out himself.
"You three seem uncomfortably comfortable with this," she answered.
"Well this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?" Sam joked.
"Think I've got something," Dean said from inside the grave as he cracked the pine box open.
Dean hopped out of the grave and I poured salt over the bones while Sam doused them in kerosene.
"You've been a real pain in the ass Isaiah, good riddance," Dean said as he dropped a lit match into the grave.
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"Keep the motor running," Sam said as we pulled up to Evelyn's house and he opened his door.
"But I thought the painting was harmless now?" Sarah asked.
"Better safe then sorry, we're going to bury the sucker," Sam replied.
"I want to come with you," Sarah said excitedly as she opened the backdoor of the Impala and got out.
"Sam we'll stay here you go make your move," Dean whispered.
Sam sighed and shut his door, as they made their way up the stairs I leaned into the front seat and put the music on so it was playing Marvin Gaye's 'Let's get it on.' Sam turns around fuming and signaling for me to turn it off. I rolled my eyes but turned it off anyways and watched them disappear into the house. A few minutes later the front door slams shut.
"Shit," I exclaimed as Dean and I run out of the car and up the front steps.
Dean tries to get the door to open but it won't budge.
"Dean, is that you?" Sam asked from inside the house.
"Sammy you alright?" I yelled through the door nervously and my answer was my phone ringing, "Tell me you slammed the front door."
"No it wasn't me I think it was the little girl."
"Girl? What girl?"
"Yeah she is out of the painting I think it might have been her all along."
"Wasn't the dad looking down at her? Maybe he was trying to warn us."
"Hey recap later alright just get us out of here!"
"Dean's trying but the door won't budge."
"Well then have him break it down!"
"Ok genius let me just go grab my battering ram."
"Leah the damn thing is coming!"
Dean grabbed the phone from me, "You're just going to have to hold it off until we figure something out, get some salt or iron."
I was trying to keep myself calm now would not be the best time for me to have a panic attack but all I could think about was the dreams I kept having and how Sam always winds up dead.
"How's she still around she was cremated!" Dean exclaimed into the phone.
"The doll," I breathed out.
"Hold on," Dean said to Sam before turning to me, "What?"
"The doll in the mausoleum, back then they made dolls in the kid's image even using the kid's real hair, it's remains," I replied running back to the Impala.
"Sam, Leah figured out how to get rid of it just hang in there," Dean said into the phone before racing the Impala towards the graveyard.
Dean drove right up to the mausoleum, we ran inside and Dean started banging on the glass to break it.
"It won't break!" Dean exclaimed.
"Move," I shouted as I took out my gun and shot the glass.
Dean took the doll out of the case and lit its hair on fire. Once all the hair was gone I pulled out my cell phone to call Sam.
"Sammy you ok?" I asked as soon as he answered the phone.
He paused for a second before replying, "Not bad."
SUPERNATURAL
"This was archived in the county records," I said walking over to where Sam, Dean and Sarah were watching a couple of the workers from the auction house crate up the painting, "The Merchant's adopted daughter Melanie. Know why she was up for adoption? Cause her real family was murdered in their beds."
"She killed them?" Sarah asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, who'd expect a sweet little girl? So then she kills Isaiah and his family, the old man takes the blame and his spirit has been trying to warn people ever since," I continued.
"Where's this one go?" one of the workers asked Sarah.
"Take it out back and burn it," she answered and the workers just looked at he like she was nuts, "I'm serious guys, thanks."
The two workers carried the crate with the painting in it towards the back of the building.
"So why'd the girl do it?" Sarah asked turning her attention back to us.
"Killing others…killing herself…some people are just born tortured so when they die their spirits are just as dark," Sam replied.
"Maybe, I don't really care. It's over, we move on," Dean said.
"I guess this means you're leaving," Sarah said looking at Sam.
"We'll go wait in the car, see ya Sarah," I nodded before linking arms with Dean to give Sam some privacy to say goodbye.
"I'm the one that burned the doll and destroyed the spirit but don't thank me or anything," Dean grumbled as we walked outside.
We leaned against the car and waited for Sam to come out. When we saw him walk out and Sarah close the door behind him Dean and I turn to get in the car but stop when we hear knocking.
"What's he doing?" I asked rhetorically.
We turned around to see Sam kissing Sarah.
"That's my boy," Dean smiled.