PROVENANCE

Evie's POV

Once again we were sitting in a bar only this time I wasn't sitting with Sam helping him look for a case since I just really wanted to relax especially having not been able to in a while so Dean and I were sitting at the bar ordering a couple drinks but a horny bimbo decided to take a swing at Dean.

"Hi, I'm Brandy" I scoffed moving between them since I just wasn't in the mood to watch some bitch flirt with my boyfriend.

"He's taken, move along now" I spat glaring at her and she looked over at Dean as if seeing he was gonna argue but when he did nothing but smile down at me she walked off with a huff.

"Wow Eve, didn't beg you-"

"Shut up" I said cutting him off as I took the seat beside him again waving my hand towards the bartender who came over. "Two beers" he nodded turning and handed two beers over just as I felt Dean's hand start travelling up my thigh bringing the skirt of my dress up with it.

"You know, we could always go back to the motel leave Sam here to do all the work" I looked up and over the top of his shoulder saw Sam waving us over.

"I'd like that but he's currently waving us over" I replied nodding towards Sam and Dean looked holding up a finger telling Sam to wait.

"We'll grab our own room tonight then, I need some Dean and Evelyn time" I found myself smiling but jumped when his hand rose further up so I quickly grabbed it.

"One, not here Dean and two, Sam really seems to want us" I replied seeing Sam waving another urgent gesture for us and even mouthing 'Get over here' "And three we'll definitely get that extra room tonight" I quickly kissed his cheek before grabbing one of the beers and hopped off the stool heading towards Sam with a reluctant and annoyed Dean following me with his own beer.

"Alright so I think I got something" Sam started as soon as we reached the table he was sitting at.

"Yeah us too, we need to take a little shore leave-" I stepped on Dean's foot.

"He's kidding" I quickly said seeing Sam smiling at the exchange.

"We can hook you up with someone too, Eve here is an excellent wing-gal" I scoffed shaking my head at Dean.

"No thanks, I can get my own dates" Sam protested.

"Yeah you can but you won't" Dean replied and I rolled my eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked him.

"Nothing, what do you got?" Dean replied dismissing it and Sam looked back down at the newspaper in his hand.

"Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their home just a few days ago, throats were slit, there were no prints, no murder weapon, all…Dean" Sam snapped when Dean wasn't paying attention. "No prints, no murder weapon and all doors and windows were locked from the inside"

"Could just be a garden variety murder, not in our department" I rolled my eyes again because he wasn't taking any of this seriously and I knew it was just so he could get laid which wasn't happening if we had a case and he knew that.

"No, Dad says differently" Sam suddenly said making me look back down as he spun their Dad's journal our way.

"What do you mean?" I asked curious.

"Look, Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York, first one right here-" Sam pointed to the passage. "1912, the second one in 1945 and the third in 1970, the same M.O as the Telescas, the throats were slit the house locked from the inside, now so much time passed between the murders that nobody tracked the pattern except for Dad, he always kept his eyes peeled for another one"

"And now we got one?" Dean asked taking a seat.

"Exactly" Sam nodded.

"Alright I'm with you, it's worth checking out" I raised an eyebrow towards Dean. "But we can't pick this up 'till first thing, right?"

"Yeah" Sam nodded again.

"Good, give us a couple hours" Dean said quickly standing grabbing my hand. "Let's go," I laughed following him out as we ignored Sam calling our names.

We made it back to the motel surprisingly and he went into the office paying for a single room for one night while I waited outside so it didn't make me look like some hooker before we went to the room and went inside after he unlocked the door before he kicked it shut with the back of his foot and picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist as our lips met with frenzy stripping each other out of our clothes before he slammed me down on the closest bed.

"Finally" I heard him moan out as he trailed his hands down to my waist pulling my underwear down and off before coming back up and pressed kisses against my collarbone before sucking on the skin of my neck surely leaving bruises but in the moment I didn't care.

"Just hurry up" I replied reaching for the belt buckle and pulled it loose before undoing the front of his jeans and he stood up to push them off before coming back up the bed pressing his lips against mine as our tongues tangled with each other's before I felt him push his already hard length into me making me moan out louder.

The steady but oh so good pace he set pretty soon had me on the edge begging for release as his name slipped past my lips multiple times as the thrusted causing the headboard to hit against the wall before a deafening moan went out as I climaxed around him and it wasn't long before he too finished spilling himself deep within me.

"Better?" I asked when he moved to collapse next to me breathing as harshly as I was.

"Mm not yet" he pulled me flush up against his front as we continued to kiss this time like a couple of kids and a lot like we used to before we moved onto the sex part which was enough to make me smile almost remembering Dean's sweetness back then since we took our time getting to where we are today.

John was currently out doing whatever it was John did on hunts that always found out information for us so it was just Dean and I alone in the motel room watching god awful televisions shows and take out that he'd picked up in town but pretty soon I was straddling his waist hands running up underneath his shirt touching the soft skin of his abs while he fondled my hips while we kissed devouring each other's mouths.

It'd been six months since we officially began dating and in those six months we'd managed to keep it from John despite the growing sexual tension that fizzled between us, I knew he'd already had experience with all this sex stuff but I hadn't as shocking as that was and in the start didn't want to move too fast in case it didn't work out but time like this it was hard to remember that and I just wanted to jump his bones but he'd been the one to initiate that we wait since we didn't really ever get the time since John was only gone an hour at most and in Dean's words that wasn't enough time.

"Dean I want to do it" I finally breathed out barely an inch away from his lips and he leaned back meeting my eyes.

"You sure?" I nodded my head with a smile in order to let him know how serious I was, I wanted to finally lose my V-card and didn't want to think about anyone else to take it then Dean.

"Okay but not right now, the old man should be back any minute and I want to take my time, make it memorable for you" I smiled at his sweetness.

"It will be because it's you and it's going to be with the man I love"

"Me too Shortstack" he replied just as we heard a key in the lock so I quickly jumped off onto the other bed as he grabbed a pillow moving it to the front of his pants to cover up the arousal that I'd felt beneath me just as John walked in.

"Hey Uncle John, find anything out?" I asked to elude suspicion right away but he never looked to be suspicious but we could never be too careful.

We continued on through the night going plenty of rounds to satiate our needs for each other so when we heard Sam knocking on our door in the morning we were both tired and not in the mood which I know was our own damn fault so we got up anyway and got into the back seat of the Impala letting Sam drive as we caught a few more minutes of shut eye.

Next thing we know though is both waking up with limbs going everywhere at the startling sound of the Impala's horn and Sam's chuckling as he climbed back into the front seat turning to look back at us, we both had sunglasses on to beat the bright sunlight.

"Man, that's so not cool" Dean groaned rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I just swept the Telesca house with the EMF, its clean" Sam replied still with a stupid grin on his face as Dean and I reluctantly removed our sunglasses and sat up. "And last night while you's were occupied…"

"Good times" Dean said making me hit his arm since it was embarrassing especially when he said that shit to Sam.

"…I checked the history of the house, no hauntings, no violent crimes, nothing strange about the Telescas"

"So if it's not the people and it's not the house then maybe it's the contents, a cursed object" I replied thinking up other possible reasons despite the lack of sleep.

"House is clean" Sam argued shaking his head.

"Yeah I know you said that" I argued right back annoyed that he'd argued with me since it didn't hurt to double check things.

"No I mean its empty, no furniture or nothing" Sam replied making me look up from where my head was laid pressed against Dean's chest.

"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asked looking up too.

After tracking where their stuff had gone we were led to an auction and one look at all the cars parked I knew it was one of those rich people auctions and poor 'Baby' looked so out of place parked amongst their cars but as we headed in I noticed even we looked out of place amongst the rich people all dressed in suits and fancy thousand dollar dresses that I'd never afford, not that I wanted to.

"Consignment auctions, estate sales" Dean spoke snagging food off a table. "Looks like a garage sale for Wasps if you ask me" I smiled almost laughing since I had to agree with that.

"Can I help you gentleman, ma'am?" someone spoke up making us turn and saw some guy in a fancy suit looking right at us.

"I'd like some champagne, please?" Dean replied speaking around some food he'd stuffed into his mouth, really classy Dean.

"He's not a waiter" Sam spat back looking at Dean. "I'm Sam Connors" he added holding his hand out to the guy who looked down but refused to take it making me glare cause that's just rude even for us. "This is my brother Dean and his wife Evelyn" my eyes widened a little but pushed it down but Dean wasn't as quick to hide his shock so I grabbed his hand entwining our fingers squeezing it tightly making me push away his shock at Sam just throwing us under the bus without warning that he was gonna call us a married couple which always made Dean and I uncomfortable for some reason. "We are art dealers with Connors Limited"

"Your art dealers?" the guy asked back and I glared at him since were all rich people this rude.

"That's right" Sam nodded back still being polite and I kept my mouth shut.

"I'm Daniel Blake this is my auction house" he replied and it all made sense. "Now this is a private showing and I don't remember seeing your names on the guest list"

"We're there Chuckles, just need to take another look" Dean spat back still around his mouthful of food so I squeezed his hand again signaling him to shut the hell up but he ignored my warning looking back seeing a waiter with a tray of champagne and grabbed a glass. "Finally" he sniffed it in front of the guy before walking away pulling me with him and Sam was right behind us.

We walked around looking at everything the had a tag saying it was from the Telesca estate but nothing was really sticking out until we spotted a painting and it was seriously creepy and had no idea why anyone would want it.

"A fine example of American primitive, wouldn't you say?" a lady's voice suddenly said making us turn towards a spiral staircase seeing she was looking at us, Dean hit Sam's shoulder as she walked towards us.

"Well I'd say more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses" Sam replied, I raised an eye in their direction seeing her smile. "But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did"

"Guilty and clumsy I apologize, I'm Sarah Blake" the woman replied just as Dean grabbed more food off a tray going around so I hit his shoulder.

"I'm Sam, this is my brother…Dean" Sam trailed off at the last bit when he looked over at Dean and saw he had his mouth full looking like a chipmunk. "And his wife Evelyn" I smiled nodding at her.

"Dean, can we get you more mini-quiche?" Sarah said looking at him.

"I'm good, thanks" Dean replied around his mouthful.

"So can I help you with something?" Sarah asked turning her gaze back onto Sam.

"Yeah actually, what can you tell us about the Telesca estate?"

"The whole things pretty grisly if you ask me…selling their things this soon but Dad's right about one thing: sensationalism brings out the crowds, even the rich ones" Sarah replied then they stared at each other with ridiculous smiles which Dean and I both clearly took note of.

"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asked and I was surprised he knew so much about art but then he was the one who went to college.

"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that" the galley owner interrupted coming up behind Sarah.

"Why not?" Sam asked turning his attention to him.

"You're not on the guest list, I think it's time to leave"

"Well we don't have to be told twice" Dean replied grabbing my hand again.

"Apparently you do" the guy snapped back.

"Okay alright, we don't want any trouble we'll go" Sam cut in before either Dean or I could retaliate like I'm sure we both wanted to so we headed for the exit with Sam not far behind us.

We pulled up at a motel and after checking in of course with a stolen credit card we moved the car to outside our room and grabbed our bags moving to the door to unlock it.

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" Dean asked.

"Art history course, it was good for meeting girls" Sam replied making me raise an eye as I looked back.

"It's like we don't even know you" I replied with a smirk as I got the door unlocked and we walked in but I stopped staring around at the god awful décor set up to be an 80's disco theme.

"Huh" both of them said behind me making me roll my eyes as I headed towards one of the beds on the back wall and dropped my bag down.

"Now, what was the providence?" Dean asked dropping his bag down on the bed I'd picked.

"..'Provenance'.." Sam corrected. "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography you know we can use them to track the pieces' history, see if any has got a freaky past"

"Huh…well were not getting anything out of chuckles but Sarah…" Dean started smiling at Sam.

"Yeah maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin" I rolled my eyes as Dean laughed at Sam's obliviousness.

"Not me" Dean replied and Sam finally clicked on.

"Oh no, no, no…pickups are your thing Dean"

"It wasn't his butt she was checking out" I retaliated with a smile as I sat down to organize through my bag.

"In other words, you guys want me to use her for information"

"Sometimes you have to take one for the team, call her" Dean replied holding out his phone towards him and we watched with amusement as he struggled to even get out the words to invite her out then showered and we watched him emerge in a suit.

"Aw our little Sammy's all grown up, running off on a date" I laughed looking up at him over the laptop as I laid on the bed.

"Shut up" Sam shot back moving towards the door.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Dean added laughing along with me.

"There's nothing you wouldn't do" Sam shot back before walking out closing the door behind him.

"That's rude but true" Dean replied making me laugh while I went back to my emails seeing I'd had multiple from my Dad so I clicked on the latest one.

Evie,
How are you sweetheart?, It's been a while since your last email and you know I worry about you kid so email, call, text just let me know that your okay – Dad xx, I frowned since I know I should email him more but sometimes life just got so hectic and it slipped through the crack.

Daddy,
Sorry about the lack of contact, life's been so crazy lately with the last couple of hunts…finally found John in Chicago but we had to split up again after we ran into…trouble but Dean, Sam and I are okay, working a case right now so I don't know when I'll be in touch but promise it'll be soon, love you daddy – Evie xoxo.

"What are you doing over there?" I heard Dean ask making me look up just after I pressed send.

"Emailing my Dad" I closed the laptop sitting up.

"Oh yeah and what's Bobby been up to?" I raised an eye towards him since he wasn't on best terms with my Dad after our fathers had that fight.

"Nothing new, you know Dad" I stood up moving to where he was sitting at the table and pushed the chair back straddling his waist. "Now are we done talking about my father or are we gonna take advantage of Sam being out?" I asked and watched his eyes darken with lust.

"We're gonna take advantage" he replied making me smile as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he grabbed my thighs picking me up moving us towards one of the beds as the clothes came off and we did what we did best.

"I got them" we heard Sam say walking straight in. "Oh my god!" Sam exclaimed as Dean and I jumped apart covering our privates with the sheet.

"We assumed you'd be longer"

"Well I wasn't so next time put a marker on the door!" he continued as he kept his back turned while Dean and I scrambled into our clothes.

After Dean and I were dressed we got down to business since Sam had managed to get the provenances from Sarah surprisingly especially when he told us she just handed them over without much persuasion from Sam.

"So she just handed the providences over to you, huh?" Dean asked as be began to sharpen his favorite knife with a whetstone.

"Provenances" Sam corrected once again.

"Provenances?" Dean read out making me laugh.

"And yes we went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers-"

"And?" Dean pressed.

"And nothing, that's it I left" Sam replied shrugging like it was obvious.

"You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything like that?" Dean asked him making me smile from over the top of my book I'd engrossed myself in as soon as we'd dressed to avoid looking Sam in the eyes since it was beyond embarrassing.

"Dean would you get your mind out of the gutter please" Sam shot back. "You two already did a lot of that for all of us" I looked down further into my book to hide my blush.

"You know when this things done we could stick around so you could take her out again" Dean pressed. "It's obvious you're into her, even I can see that"

"Hey I think I got something here" Sam suddenly said changing the subject and my mind was back on the case ignoring my embarrassment as Dean and I moved towards him and Sam immediately handed me the provenance papers.

"..'Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910'.." I read then looked down at Sam.

"Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal" Sam replied so we went over and sat with me sitting in Dean's lap.

"..'First purchased in 1912 to Peter Simms'.." Sam pointed down at the name in John's journal.

"..'Peter Simms murdered in 1912'.." Dean read from over my shoulder staring down at his Dad's journal so I turned back to the papers in my hands reading it over seeing everyone who brought this painting matched the deaths in John's journal.

"Same thing in 1945 and same thing in 1970"

"Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month where the Telescas bought it" Sam said as I looked up with surprise.

"So what do you think it's haunted or cursed?" I asked looking back at Dean.

"Either way, it's toast" he replied.

We found our way back to the auction house and I watched as Dean jumped up the gate and over the top so I quickly followed with a little more strain being shorter than them and Sam was right behind me once I was safely over then we ran towards the building seeing a keypad security system.

"I got it" I slipped on a pair of gloves and quickly got to work disarming the alarm disconnecting and wire watching it go from armed to disarmed. "Go ahead" I looked down at Dean and he started lockpicking our way in.

We moved quickly splitting up once we were inside to find the painting and Dean moved his light up onto a second level and we saw it so we ran up the stairs and Dean quickly flipped out his knife and cut it from the frame leaving heading outside laying it down on the ground.

"Ugly ass thing" Dean said striking a match. "If you ask me we're doing the art world a favor" he added before dropping the match onto the painting and it caught light burning away into nothing but ash before returning to the motel for a good nights sleep since that was one of the easiest hunts so far.

We were up packing our bags the next morning getting ready to leave when Dean stormed out of the bathroom.

"We got a problem, I can't find my wallet" I turned raising an eye.

"How is that our problem?" Sam asked him.

"Because I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night" my eyes widened in shock.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked shocked since that was so unlike Dean, he was never sloppy like this.

"No I mean it's got my prints, my ID…well my fake ID anyway but we gotta get it before somebody finds it, come on" he replied pulling on his jacket before leaving so Sam and I followed him but I was still finding it hard to believe so I was certain that this was just a trick to get Sam to see Sarah again.

They walked in quickly both starting to frantically look for Dean's wallet and the more I was watching Dean I found it more convincible so I started to look too so we could find it faster and get the hell out of here before someone see's us.

"How do you lose your wallet, Dean?!" Sam exclaimed as we looked.

"Hey guys" we suddenly heard Sarah and turned towards her quickly making it look like we weren't looking for something.

"Sarah hey" Sam said straight away.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah asked us.

"Uh…uh we were leaving town and you know we came to say goodbye" Sam replied after a quick pause and look back at Dean and I for help.

"Oh what are you talking about Sam, we're sticking around for a least another day or two" Sam raised his eyes at Dean in confusion. "Oh by the way, I'm gonna go ahead and give you that 20 bucks I owe you" Dean added reaching into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet handing Sam a 20 dollar note. "I always forget you know" he added with a chuckle and that was when I knew it had been a trick and I was gonna kill him later so making me momentarily panic. "There you go" Sam took the bill. "Well the wife and I will leave you two crazy kids alone, we gotta go do something…somewhere" Dean touched my back moving me along and once I knew we were far enough and they weren't looking I reached up and slapped him upside the head. "Ow, what the-"

"You know what that was for, you made me panic you asshole"

"Had to get him to talk to her somehow" I rolled my eyes as we walked outside and lent up against the Impala waiting for Sam but when he walked towards us we didn't expect the news, the painting was back.

"I don't understand, we burned the damn thing" Sam said as we climbed into the Impala to talk in private without the risk of being overheard.

"Yeah thank you captain obvious" Dean snapped back.

"Alright enough, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it" I cut in then looked up. "Any ideas?" I asked since I didn't have a clue since it was impossible for it to be back in the first place.

"Okay, alright well in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the paintings subject that haunt them"

"Yeah, alright so we need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family in that creepy-ass painting" Dean replied and I nodded. "What were their names again?"

"There's one place we can find out" Sam replied and I knew he was talking about library's, records and dusty old books so we headed to the local library and asked the guy librarian if he knew where we could find information on the Merchant family and he was all to excited to show us everything.

"You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?" he asked looking up at Sam as Dean and I hovered back.

"Yeah that's right" Sam nodded as the guy dropped two heavy books down on the table in front of him so Dean and I walked forward.

"I dug up every scrap of local history I could find" he replied excitedly flipping the book open. "So are you guys crime buffs?"

"Kind of" Dean and I replied at the same time.

"Why do you ask?" I asked him.

"Well…" he replied then held up an old newspaper clipping and the first thing my eyes settled on was the huge writing 'New Titanic Sinks' but then he pointed to a small clipping off to the side. 'Father Slaughters Family, Kills Self'

"Yes…yeah that sounds about right" Dean nodded pointing at it.

"The whole family was killed?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"It seems this Isaiah, he slit his kids throats then his wife then himself, now he was a barber by trade used a straight razor" the guy replied enthusiastically.

"Why did he do it?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest staring at the clipping.

"Well let's look" he replied turning the newspaper around so he could read it. "Uh…'people who knew him described Isaiah as having stern and harsh temperament, controlled his family with an iron fist, wife…two sons, adopted daughter'…" I raised an eye since this sounded familiar but thank god John wasn't a sociopath. "Yeah, yeah, yeah there were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave, uh…which of course you know in that day and age…so instead old man Isaiah…well he gave them all a shave" he replied smiling and made a slitting throat motion and Dean smiled and laughed at that.

"Say what happened to the bodies?" Dean asked.

"Just that they were all cremated" he replied and Dean's laughter trailed off since there went that theory.

"Anything else?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah, actually I found a picture of the family, it's right here…somewhere" he opened up another book. "Right here it is" he turned it towards us and I noticed that this painting was the exact same as the other with only one difference, Isaiah was looking out at us but in the one we burned he was looking down and I knew one look at Sam that he'd noticed it to.

"Hey can we get a copy of this?" Sam asked.

"Sure" the guy agreed then quickly made us a copy before we left heading back to the motel.

"I'm telling you man I'm sure of it, painting at the auction house Dad is looking down, painting here Dad is looking out, the painting has changed Dean" Sam argued with Dean sliding the copy towards him.

"Alright so you think Daddy Dearest is in the painting and handing out Columbian neckties like with his family?" Dean replied staring down at the photo.

"Yeah it seems like it" Sam nodded.

"But if his bones are already dusted, how are we gonna stop him?" I cut in.

"Alright well if Isaiah's position changed then maybe other things in the painting changed as well, you know it could give us some ideas" Dean replied looking back down at the photo.

"What, like a Da Vinci code deal?" Sam asked sand Dean looked up.

"I don't know, I'm still waiting for the movie on that one" he replied and I rolled my eyes reaching out and grabbed the photo off him.

"We gotta get back in and see that painting" I spoke up as Dean stood.

"Which is a good thing because you get more time to crush on your girlfriend" Dean added moving towards our bed and collapsed onto it leaning his back against the head board.

"Dude, enough already" Sam replied and I sighed moving towards the bed too plopping down laying my head in Dean's lap.

"What?" Dean asked.

"What?" Sam snapped. "Ever since we got here you've been trying to pimp me out to Sarah, just back off alright"

"Well you like her don't you?" Dean insisted and I rolled my eyes since he didn't know when to give up. "Alright you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults" Dean added undeterred by Sam's dismissal.

"What's the point, Dean?" Sam argued raising his voice an inch. "We'll just leave, we always leave"

"Well I'm not talking about marriage, Sam" Dean replied and I recoiled just a bit with a frown settling in.

"You know I don't get it, what do you care if I hook up?"

"Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time" Dean replied and I heard Sam's scoff which seemed to annoy Dean cause he sat up forcing my head off his lap.

"Hey!" I protested.

"You know, seriously Sam this isn't just about hooking up okay…I mean I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you" Dean continued ignoring my protest and Sam rolled his eyes scratching the back of his head. "And I don't mean any disrespect but I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right?" Dean pressed and my head snapped up shaking my head in warning at him. "Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that…" he trailed off with a small look down at me. "But I would think that she would want you to be happy" I frowned turning to Sam seeing his look of despair. "God forbid have fun once in a while, wouldn't she?" Dean asked and Sam's lips quirked in a small smile.

"Yeah I know she would" he replied then scoffed and shook his head. "Yeah your right, part of this is about Jessica but not the main part" he replied.

"What's it about?" I asked him too curious to stop the words escape my mouth but he refused to answer.

"Yeah alright" Dean said annoyed and leaned back again after moving me out of the way letting me rest back in his lap. "Well we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah, so…" Dean trailed off and Sam picked up his phone so I turned to look up at Dean and he looked down at me before he started running his fingers through my hair.

"I would want you to be happy by the way" I spoke up barely above a whisper knowing he'd hear.

"What?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows together.

"For future cause, if anything happens to me I'd want you to be happy" I replied and his frown deepened.

"Don't go there Evie, you ain't going anywhere" I smiled and let it drop having said what I needed to say.

"Good…good, what about you?" we overheard Sam and both laughed since he was damn near hopeless.

"Smooth" Dean whispered towards him and Sam glared at him but Dean just smiled and closed his eyes resting back still running his fingers through my hair and it was almost enough to lull me to sleep given I'm still not sleeping all that well from the plague of nightmares keeping me up which I still haven't talked to Dean about and didn't think I was going to since he didn't seem to notice which was a good thing.

"So…so listen, me, my brother and his wife were thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again" I frowned at the word wife again hating that it always reminded me that it wasn't in the cards. "I think maybe we are interested in buying it" we heard Sam say then the chair moved and Dean sat up a little so I opened my eyes and saw the panicked look in Sam's eyes. "Wait, what who'd you sell it to?" panic rose in me as I sat up moving to the edge of the bed. "Sarah, I need an address, right now" he hung up after receiving the address and we were already moving towards the door.

We pulled up at the address Sarah had given Sam and saw her car was in the drive as we got out and she was quick to meet us in the drive way demanding what was going on and Sam told her she shouldn't have come as we climbed the porch stairs and banged against the front door.

"Hello, anybody home?" Dean yelled.

"You said Evelyn might be in danger" I turned at the sound of my name but realised she wasn't talking about me, this woman instead. "What kind of danger?" she pressed as we looked for an alternate ways in but everything was locked up tight and the door was too heavy to be kicked in.

"I can't knock this down, I gotta pick it" Dean said pulling out his lock-picks and started on the door while Sam tried the windows.

"What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah asked us before moving over to Sam.

"I wish it was that simple, look you really should wait in the car" Sam replied coming back over to Dean and I just as Dean got the door open. "Its for your own good" he added as we went inside.

"The hell I will, Evelyn's a friend" Sarah argued following us in. "Evelyn?" she called as we walked through the house.

"Evelyn" Sam called out and instinctively I looked up then shook my head turning back just as we walked into the lounge room and saw the woman sitting in a chair by the fire.

"Evelyn?" Sarah asked again and we slowly approached her. "Evelyn, it's Sarah Blake" Sarah said reaching out towards her.

"Sarah don't, Sarah" Dean called having seen it before we did but it was too late and the old woman's head fell back exposing the deep slit in her throat and Sarah screamed so Sam grabbed her and led her out and she continued to scream especially suddenly seeing the painting move so Sam led her out and Dean and I quickly wiped down any trace of us before we left leaving Sarah with the cops.

It was morning when we heard a knock on our motel door and we looked up alert since it could just as well be the cops if Sarah didn't cover us, Sam moved and answered it stepping aside and I breathed out a sigh of relief seeing Sarah walk in instead of cops.

"Hey, you alright?" Sam asked as she shouldered past him ignoring the question until she was inside.

"No actually, I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's alone and found her like that" she replied practically glaring at us.

"Thank you" Sam nodded but I knew this was gonna get worse before it got better, it always did when people found out about the supernatural and us.

"Don't thank me" she spat cutting him off. "I'm about to call them right back if you don't tell me what the hell's going on, who's killing these people?" she asked and Sam looked back at me and Dean.

"..'What'.." Sam replied going with the truth.

"What?" she asked clearly confused.

"It's not 'who', it's 'what' is killing those people?" she motioned her head for him to continue and elaborate. "Sarah, you saw that painting move"

"No, no I was…I was seeing things" she argued clearly in denial like everyone was when they first find out. "It's impossible"

"Yeah well welcome to our world" Dean replied making me smile over at him since no shit, we were raised into this and I couldn't imagine suddenly finding out.

"Sarah I know this sounds crazy but we think that painting is haunted" Sam added and she laughed looking away but looked back at him.

"You're joking?" she asked but we stared blankly at her. "You're not joking" she added seeing the seriousness on our faces. "God, the guys I go out with" I scoffed since she could worse than Sam, she could've fallen for Dean and I knew from experience that sometimes I questioned my sanity.

"Sarah, think about it" Sam spoke up moving towards her. "Evelyn, the Telescas, they both had the painting and there have been others, wherever this thing goes people die and we're just trying to stop it and that's the truth"

"Well then I guess you better show me, I'm coming with you" she replied.

"What no!" Sam protested. "Sarah no, you should just go home this stuff can get dangerous and…" Sam trailed off but I smiled knowing exactly what would come out of his mouth next. "And I don't want you to get hurt"

"Look you guys are probably crazy but if your right about this, well me and my dad sold that painting we might've got these people killed" she replied and the smile fell from my face, since how was she to know that this painting killed people. "I'm not saying I'm not scared because I am scared as hell but I'm not gonna run and hide either" she added moving to the door opening it before turning back to look at us. "So are we going or what?" she asked before disappearing out the door.

"Sam" Dean spoke up and Sam turned to him. "Marry that girl" I rolled my eyes.

"You should talk Dean" Sam shot back before following Sarah out as Dean and I sat there shocked for a second before looking at each other but then quickly avoided each other's eyes and followed them out.

I sat in the back with Sarah as we drove back to the victims house and walked up onto the porch seeing the house locked up tight with police tape hung above the stairs and a tamper sticker taped on the door to alert the cops for when/if people break in but Sam got to work using his lockpicks to get the door open.

"Uh…isn't this a crime scene?" Sarah asked from behind us.

"Well you already lied to the cops, what's another infraction?" I replied and looked up at Dean with a smile as he smiled down at me before flipping out his flip-knife and cut the tamper sticker before Sam opened the door and we headed inside.

Sam grabbed the painting and pulled it from the wall as I frowned down at the chair we found the old lady sitting on that still had the blood stain on it before I looked away as Sam put it down on the lounge leaning it against the back as he looked at it closely.

"Arent you worried that it's gonna…you know kill us?" Sarah asked looking around anxiously.

"No, it seems to do its thing at night, I think we'll alright in the daylight" Sam replied.

"Check it out" Dean spoke up making us look back at him to see him holding up the copy of the portrait we'd gotten from the guy at the library. "The razor, it's…it's closed in this one but it's open in that one" he pointed at the painting so Sam took it and checked for himself.

"What are you guys looking for?" Sarah asked looking between us and the painting.

"Well if the spirits changing aspects of the painting, maybe it's doing so for a reason" Dean replied as I scanned my eyes over the painting seeing if I could spot anything from the top of my head.

"Hey, hey look at this" Sam cut in. "The painting in the painting" Dean and I moved closer and I grabbed the page off him taking a look for myself, on the page it's a mountain, in the actual painting it's a crypt.

"Looks like a crypt or a mausoleum or something" Dean nodded and turned grabbing a glass ashtray and used it to magnify the image.

"..'Merchant'.." he read and I frowned knowing exactly what that meant.

We went in search for the crypt and were already on the third cemetery and still couldn't find this damn crypt and I was starting to get sick and tired since I hated graveyards and I was seriously thinking it was a lost cause.

"This is the third boneyard we've checked, I think this ghost is jerking us around" I spoke up with my voice laced with disdain as I walked beside Dean with Sam and Sarah trailing behind us.

"I know you love graveyards-" Dean joked and I rolled my eyes playfully bumping into him hearing him laugh before he grabbed my hand entwining our fingers. "Those two really seem to be hitting it off"

"He's gonna kill you if you don't stop trying to set them up, you know"

"What are big brothers for if not to annoy" I laughed shaking my head a little before we looked up and spotted a mausoleum finally with the words 'Merchant' above the door.

"Over there" Dean said looking back at Sam and Sarah checking they were still there before we walked towards it and Dean used some bolt cutters he was carrying cutting away the chains then threw the door open and swiped away some cobwebs, we walked in and looked around at the tombstone plaque with some glass cases with toys enclosed inside.

"Okay, that right there is the creepiest thing I've ever seen" Sarah spoke up looking at one of the glass cases with a doll inside.

"It was sort of a tradition at the time, whenever a child died something they'd preserve the kids favorite toy in a glass case put it next to the headstone or crypt" Sam replied and I looked back since the fact that he knew things like this.

"You notice anything strange here?" Dean cut in looking around.

"Uh…where do I start?" Sarah replied and I saw Sam smiling.

"No that's not what I mean, look at the urns" Dean shot back so I turned back to the urns and took note that there were only four.

"Yeah, there are only four" I nodded.

"Yeah, mom and the three kids" Dean added turning to me and Sam. "Daddy dearest isn't here"

"So where is he?" Sam asked so we left to get the information.

Sam's POV

"So what exactly is your brother and his wife doing in there?" Sarah asked me as we waited outside the county office building for Dean and Evie to get the death certificate for Isaiah.

"Searching county death certificates, trying to find out what happened to Isaiah's body" I replied.

"How'd they even get in the door?" she asked and I chuckled since if she was going to learn our world, she had the right to know everything.

"Lying and subterfuge mostly" I replied then turned towards her and noticed she had an eyelash on her cheek. "You have a…" I pointed to my own cheek. "You have an eyelash on your…" she reached up to get it. "Your right…no you know what?" we laughed as she couldn't get it. "Do you mind if I…?"

"No" she replied so I reached up and carefully wiped it off.

"Okay, okay I got it" I held it up with a smile. "Make a wish" she smiled and blew it away.

"Sam, can I ask you something?" she said after a couple seconds silent.

"Yeah sure" I replied still with a smile since something about her just made things easy to smile and laugh.

"I don't mean to be forward but a girl could wait here forever, is there something between us or am I delusional?"

"You're not delusional-"

"But there is a 'but' coming?" she said continuing as I paused.

"But I don't think this would be a good idea" I replied knowing that it wouldn't, I'd never have what Dean and Evie have.

"Can I ask why?" she asked.

"Because I like you" I replied knowing how stupid that sounded.

"Wait, you lost me" she replied and we shared a small laugh.

"Look it's hard to explain, uh…it's just that when people are around me…I don't know they get hurt" I couldn't deal with losing someone else like Jess.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean like physically hurt, with what my brother, Evelyn and I do, it's…" I trailed off with a deep sigh. "Sarah…I had a girlfriend and she died and my Mom died too, I don't know it's like…it's like I'm cursed or something, like death just follows me around, look I'm not scared of much but if I let myself have feelings for anybody-"

"You're scared they'd get hurt too" she replied cutting me off. "That's very sweet and very archaic"

"Sorry?" I asked turning to her.

"Look I'm a big girl Sam, it's not your job to make decisions for me, there's always a chance of getting hurt-"

"I'm not talking out a broken heart and a tub of Haagen-Dazs, I'm talking life and death-"

"And tomorrow I could get hit by a bus that's what life is and it looks like it works well for your brother and sister-in-law" I frowned regretting saying that out Dean and Evie since it was far from the truth especially with those two, yeah they were together but even Eve didn't think marriage was in their future. "Look I know losing somebody you love, it's terrible you shut yourself off believe me I know but when you shut out the pain, you shut out everything else too"

"Sarah you don't understand, the pain that I went through…I can't go through it again, I can't" I replied looking at her seriously.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dean suddenly spoke up and I looked up seeing Evie shaking her head rolling her eyes at him.

"No"

"Not at all" Sarah added.

"Eh…apparently" he said looking between us.

"So what did you's get?" I asked getting straight to the point.

"Pay dirt, 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, county gave him a pauper's funeral, economy style-"

"Turns out he wasn't cremated, he was buried in a pine box" Eve added getting to the point.

"So there are bones to burn" I nodded and saw her displeasure and smiled knowing how much she hated digging up bones.

"There are bones to burn" Dean nodded eagerly laughing at Eve's face as well.

"Tell me you know where" I replied and Dean's response was to just smile.

Evie's POV

Dirt and bones, it's as bad as it sounds and clearly as everyone knows my worst so I decided to skip digging this time and let the boys do all the work while I stood on the side with Sarah who was holding a flashlight too so the boy's could see what they were doing but she looked visibly sick.

"You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this" Sarah spoke up as the boys continued to throw dirt out of the whole they were digging.

"Well this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug up unfortunately" I replied barely looking back at her.

"Still think I'm a catch?" Sam called as he climbed up taking a break looking all puffy.

"Think I got something" Dean called up clanging his shovel on a hard surface so I stepped closer with my flashlight lighting up the pine box as Dean smashed it open revealing Isaiah's corpse so we then quickly got to work with Dean sprinkling salt over his body while I followed with the gasoline covering the entire thing before we stood at the end. "You've been a real pain in the ass, Isaiah" I laughed since Dean insisted on saying stuff like this with every salt and burn before he struck the match and tossed it in. "Good riddance" we watched it catch fire and after the fire was completely out we returned back to the old lady's place.

"Keep the motor running" Sam said as he went to get out.

"I thought the painting was harmless now" Sarah spoke up so Sam paused and looked back at her.

"Better safe than sorry, we're gonna bury the sucker"

"I wanna come with you" she spoke up again and Dean smiled over at me as I tried to hide my own smile.

"You're sure?" Sam asked her as she climbed out.

"Hey, hey, hey" Dean called stopping Sam from following her. "We'll stay here, you go make your move" I rolled my eyes at Dean as Sam gave him a look before getting out following after Sarah. "Sam I'm serious" I chuckled watching as Sam went up onto the porch and Dean decided to turn up the radio which was playing 'Bad time' by Grand Funk and Sam turned back and raised his hands in the air which Dean returned before Sam motioned him to cut it out so Dean turned the radio off as they went inside.

"You know I never pegged you for the romantic type" I spoke up after a couple minutes of silence.

"I'm not, just figured that if Sam finally gets a girl we get more us time"

"I like the sound of that but I don't think forcing Sam into something is a good idea, he's not ready Dean" I replied but before he could reply we just happened to look up at the house and watched as the door slammed seemingly by itself so we quickly scrambled out and rushed up banging on the door.

"Dean, Eve, is that you?!" we heard Sam yell from the other side.

"Sammy, you alright?" Dean called back but we didn't get an answer until his phone rang so he quickly pulled it out and answered it. "Tell me you slammed the door" he said pressing the phone to his ear as I stared between him and the door worriedly. "Girl, what girl?" I frowned but then realised he was talking about the painting. "Wasn't the dad looking down at her?" Dean asked nodding his head down at the lock and I understood perfectly and pulled out my lockpicks getting to work on the lock. "Maybe he was trying to warn us"

"It's not budging" I sighed since I'd unlocked it but the door still won't open.

"Eve tried to pick the lock, door won't budge" Dean replied relaying to Sam. "Okay let me grab my battering ram" he argued so I grabbed the phone off him.

"…the damn things coming" Sam yelled.

"You're gonna have to hold it off until we figure something out, get salt or iron" Dean grabbed the phone back as we walked around trying to see if there was any other way in.

"Sammy you okay?" I heard Dean ask. "How we gonna waste her?" I frowned since this doesn't make any sense, the little girl was cremated. "Well then how's she still around?" Dean asked since Sam must've said the same thing. "The mausoleum" he suddenly said then ran towards the Impala so I followed getting in and he drove way over the speed limit but I didn't care and smashed through the gates of the graveyard driving right up to the 'Merchants' crypt jumping out and throwing the doors open.

Dean ran over to the girls glass case and started hitting his fist against it but the glass was too thick so he pulled out his gun but instead of shooting like I thought he was going to he started hitting at it with the butt.

"Seriously Dean" I called pulling out my own. "Move!" he quickly moved out of the way and I shot shielding our eyes as the glass shattered around a the hole I'd made so Dean used his gun to get rid of the rest of the glass before grabbing the doll and his lighter out of his pocket and tried to get it to light.

"Come on, come on"

"Hurry up"

"I'm trying" he snapped at me flicking the igniter again and finally a flame started so he moved it underneath the doll's hair and it quickly caught light sending smoke bellowing up too before Dean dropped it to the ground as it melted away.

"Sam, you good?" I asked after pulling out my phone and calling him.

"Not bad" he replied and I laughed. "We'll be back there soon" I hung up then followed Dean out and we got back into the Impala and went back to pick them up.

The next morning we were at the auction house with Sarah watching as they boxed up the painting to hopefully be gone for good, Dean walked over to where we were with papers in his hand since he'd gone back to the county office building this morning.

"This was archived in the county records, the Merchant's adopted daughter Melanie, know why she was up for adoption?" he asked looking around. "Cause her real family was killed in their beds"

"She killed them?" Sarah asked in disbelief.

"Yeah who'd suspect her, sweet little girl" Dean replied and I looked down. "So then she kills Isaiah and his family, the old man takes the blame his spirits been trying to warn people ever since"

"Where's this one going?" one of the guys handing the painting asked.

"Take it out back and burn it" Sarah replied and they gave her odd looks. "I'm serious guys, thanks" they nodded then carried the painting out. "So why'd the girl do it?"

"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 added and I saw the look Sarah gave as she turned to Sam.

"I guess this means your leaving?" she asked him and Sam gave us a look.

"We'll go wait in the car, see you Sarah" I grabbed Dean's arm and dragged him out with me.

"I'm the one that burned the doll and destroyed the spirit but don't thank me or anything" Dean said as we walked out making me laugh.

"Thank you Dean" I replied and he looked down. "Thankyou for being my wing-man since I was the one that broke the damn glass case after you stupidly bashed away at it"

"Alright smartass" he shot back only making me laugh as we made it outside and stood next to the Impala.

"You know I'm kinda gonna miss Sarah, it was cool to have another girl around to break up the testosterone"

"I thought you liked my testosterone" he smirked and suddenly grabbed my waist lifting me up to sit on the Impala's hood.

"Mm sometimes but when it's you and Sam together then I fell a little left out" I replied then realised what I'd admitted. "Uh I mean…"

"You feel left out, since when?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it, forget I said it"

"Evelyn" he warned making me look up at the use of my full name.

"Seriously it's nothing Dean, just sometimes I miss me and you against the big bad world, not you, me and Sam"

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because I won't make you chose between me and Sam since I know it'll be Sam and that's what the way it should be" I replied avoiding his eyes but he grabbed my chin lifting my eyes.

"Evelyn Singer, there is no choice between you and Sam cause it'd be you, yeah okay he's my little brother and it's my job to protect him but in the end you've been the one by my side all these years and I couldn't do this job without you"

"Yeah you could" I argued but he gave me a look.

"No I couldn't because they're ain't no me if there isn't a you also because you mean everything to me and I…I love you" I looked up with a small smile.

"Say it again" I asked knowing he wouldn't.

"Nope, you know the deal once every blue moon but that doesn't mean it'll ever change, so I don't want to hear that your feeling left out, okay"

"Okay" I agreed then wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. "I love you too Dean" he smiled moving in for another kiss but the door opened and we turned seeing Sam walk out before Sarah shut the door so I hopped out sliding down Dean's front and he jerked his hips back as I brushed against him.

"Don't do that Shortstack" I laughed moving to get in the back but turned when Sam suddenly turned and knocked on the door, Sarah answered and he was quick to pull her into a kiss making me smile as I looked back at Dean. "That's my boy"

"You're such a weirdo" I remarked rolling my eyes but he just smiled grabbing my waist and pulled me towards him crashing his lips to mine and I smiled into the kiss wrapping my arms over his shoulders as his wrapped around my waist and pulled my feet off the ground so he didn't have to bend down…and god I loved it when he got affectionate like this.

A/N: Been a little bit since I updated but I assure you Evie's story is far from over so stick with me and I'll try to update chapters as quickly as I can while keeping them interesting and please don't forget to review, comments, ideas or questions, all is appreciated.