Supernatural: Provenance
A/N: I'm back with the final chapter and you'll learn the fate of Sam and Sarah. "smiles evilly"
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CHAPTER FOUR: KISSING TIME!
Seeing the door slam shut suddenly, both Dean and Liz ran up the steps and they tried to break the door down, but failed.
Inside, Sam ran to the door. "Dean! Liz! Hey! Is that you?"
`"Yeah, you all right?"` Dean asked.
Instead of talking through the door, Sam called Dean on his cell phone, and he picked up.
"Tell me you slammed the front door," Dean begged.
`"No, it wasn't me,"` Sam responded. `"I think it was the little girl."`
"The girl? What girl?" Dean asked, putting his phone on speaker so that Liz could listen in.
"What're you talking about, Sam?" Liz asked.
Sam quickly explained. `"Yeah, she's out of the painting. I think it might have been her all along."`
Dean and Liz both frowned, recalling something. "Wasn't the dad lookin' down at her? Maybe he was tryin' to warn 'em."
`"Hey, hey, hey, let's recap later, all right? Just get us out of here,"` Sam requested.
Dean handed the phone to Liz and worked on the lock. "Well, I'm tryin' to pick the lock, but the door won't budge."
`"Well, then, break it down."`
"Okay, genius, let me grab my battering ram," Dean said sarcastically.
`"Dean, the damn thing is comin'!"` Sam yelped.
Dean and Liz exchanged a look; that wasn't a good sign. "Well, you're gonna have to hold it off until we figure somethin' out. Get some salt or iron."
Sam nodded and turned to Sarah. "Come on." And they started tearing the house apart, looking frantically.
Having failed to find any salt, Sam rejoined Sarah in the adjacent room.
"What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low-sodium freaks," he complained, pressing his phone to his ear. "Hey, you find any iron?" he asked.
Sarah shook her head. "No, what's it for?"
"Iron repels evil spirits, but it's gotta be pure. Hurry!" Sam ordered. "Uh, Dean, Liz, give me a sec, don't go anywhere."
Outside, both Dean and Liz were still trying unsuccessfully to break down the door.
Inside the house, Sam and Sarah were looking around the living room.
"Look under the chairs, sometimes the seats…" Sam began.
Suddenly, the rest of the doors in the house slammed shut; papers scattered everywhere. Isaiah's daughter slowly entered the room; she was holding the razor in her right hand and was dragging her doll with the other.
"Sam?" Sarah whimpered as she and Sam tried to back away from the girl, who was walking closer to them. "That is so wrong," she moaned.
The girl kept walking towards them and Sam backed into a display of fireplace pokers; he picked one up and, just as the girl's head began shaking and twitching, he hit her with it, and she dissolved into smoke.
"Iron?" Sarah asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
`"Sammy, you okay?"` Dean asked, worried.
`"Talk to us, Sam,"` Liz requested.
"Yeah, for now," Sam confirmed.
`"How we gonna waste her?"` Dean asked.
Sam was still trying to figure that out. "I don't know," he admitted. "She was already cremated. There's nothin' left to burn."
`"Well, then, how's she still around?"` Liz asked.
Sam didn't know. "There must be somethin' else."
"Sam, wait," Sarah said, suddenly recalling something. "We used to handle antique dolls at the auction."
"Well, that's fascinating, Sarah, but important right now?" Sam asked.
"Well, back then, they used to make the dolls in the kid's image, I mean, everything, like, they would use the kid's real hair," Sarah explained.
"Dean? Sarah says the doll might have the girl's hair," Sam reported. "Human remains - same as bones. The mausoleum."
Dean hang up and both he and Liz ran to the car.
Inside the house, the lights suddenly went out, and both Sam and Sarah looked around warily.
Soon the Winchester twins had the car barreling through the gate and they speeded through the cemetery.
A writing desk suddenly moved on its own and pinned Sam to the ground, causing him to lose his grip on the iron poker; Sarah rushed over to try to shove it off.
"Sam! Come on! Push! Come on!" she pleaded, but the desk wouldn't budge; she turned, and the little girl was standing before her.
Not bothering to turn the engine off, both Dean and Liz got out of the car and entered the mausoleum. Once inside, they found the glass case holding the doll and tried to break it open; he used his gun to try and smash it, but it didn't work. He thought for a second, and then realized he was holding a gun.
"Come on, Dean!" Liz snapped.
Rolling his eyes, Dean shot the glass case and broke through it.
Meanwhile, Sarah was being thrown against the wall by the little girl.
Dean took the doll out of the glass case.
Stunned, Sarah watched, unmoving, as the little girl moved towards her.
Dean was trying to light the doll's hair on fire, but the lighter wouldn't work.
"Come on, come on!"
The little girl moved closer to Sarah as Sam kept trying to move the desk off of his legs.
Dean finally lit the doll's hair, and the doll went up in flames as he dropped it to the ground.
Just as the girl raised the razor, Sam yelled and tackled Sarah out of the way. Suddenly, the girl burst into flame and disappeared; a second later, she reappeared in the painting, next to Isaiah.
Both Dean and Liz watched the burnt doll on the ground, and then he called Sam, who picked up.
"Sam, you good?"
Sprawled on the floor, Sam looked at Sarah, whose lip was bleeding and was sitting next to him. "Not bad."
Relieved to hear that, Dean hanged up and they both left the tomb.
Both Sam and Sarah laid on the floor, exhausted. At last, the nightmare was finally over.
The next day, two workers were packing the painting in a box. Both Dean and Liz walked up to Sarah and Sam, and he was holding a piece of paper.
"This was archived in the county records," he told them. "The Merchants adopted daughter, Melanie. Know why she was up for adoption? 'Cause her real family was murdered in their beds."
"She killed them?" Sarah asked, surprised.
"Yeah, who'd suspect her, a sweet little girl?" Dean remarked. "So, then she kills Isaiah and his family, the old man takes the blame - spirit's been tryin' to warn people ever since."
"Where does this one go?" one of the workers asked.
"Take it out back and burn it," Sarah ordered, she wasn't going to take any chances with the creepy thing, and they stared at her, confused. "I'm serious, guys. Thanks." Shrugging, the workers carried the box away. "So, why'd the girl do it?"
"Killin' others, killin' herself - some people are just born tortured," Sam guessed. "So, when they die, their spirits are just as dark."
Liz nodded. "And that girl was definitely dark."
"Maybe," Dean agreed. "I don't really care. It's over, we move on."
Sarah laughed awkwardly. "I guess this means you're leaving."
Sam shrugged and looked at both Dean and Liz, and they were all silent for a minute.
"We'll go wait in the car," Dean said, nodding to Liz. "See ya, Sarah." Sarah nodded and smiled at him and Liz, and they walked away, with him talking to himself.
"I'm the one who burned the doll, destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything," he grumbled as they left, and Liz just grinned.
Sarah looked at Sam wistfully. "There are a million things that I want to say to you, but for the life of me, I can't think of one."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, I'll miss you, too."
"You know, there's a lesson in all of this," Sarah commented.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"We all got through this in one piece," Sarah remarked. "I didn't get hurt."
Sam nodded, she was right. "Yeah, I'm glad for that."
Sarah smiled. "So, maybe you're not cursed," she suggested. "Maybe…maybe you'll come back and see me."
Sam nodded again, slowly this time. "I will."
Outside, both Dean and Liz were waiting for Sam by the car. Soon, Sam came outside and walked over to them.
Inside the auction house, Sarah shut the door behind him and leaned up against it; she waited there, silently and sadly. After a moment, there was a knock on the door; surprised, she opened it.
Sam came in and kissed her passionately; they broke off after a moment, she then smiled and kissed him back.
Seeing this, Liz grinned and nudged Dean, who turned and saw them; he smiled too.
"That's my boy," he said with approval, and they got into the car to wait while Sam and Sarah continued to kiss.
While waiting, Liz turned on the radio, lowering the sound and caught a news report about a serial killer down in Mexico being captured by the combined effort of the local police, the FBI, and some of the local women. "Hmm, must be the case that the BAU were working on," she remarked.
Dean nodded. "Sounds like it." They listened to the report and burst out laughing when they learned that the killer had been a man, who was dressed as a woman, and the local women that'd helped captured him, had beaten him up, and had castrated him in the process. "OMG!"
"Now the guy's a real woman!"
A/N: So, when the Winchesters were dealing with the haunted picture, the BAU went down to Mexico in the season 1 episode Machismo, where a man had gone from raping women to targeting his former victims' mothers, and had been wearing a dress every time; right before the BAU and the local police caught up to him, his former victims got to him first and made sure that he wouldn't be able to go after them ever again by taking away his manhood, and the local DA praised them for their good work. One of my favorite episodes.
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