Here is the second Chapter...
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Dean turned on the TV trying to get that image out of his head. Sam woke up to find Kit yet again on the floor hidden under a big nest of both Dean and Sam's blankets and the extra one's that were in the closet. Also two pillows from their beds and the spares. Dean looked at the floor and laughed.
"I say again… This girl can sleep anywhere" Dean grabbed one of the pillows and tugged on it gently.
"Actually I couldn't sleep last night" A voice grumbled underneath.
"You not use to sleeping on a bed yet?" Sam asked.
"Too soft and big" she grumbled out moved the blanket more to cover her better.
"I'll get some breakfast" Sam laughed gently.
Dean tickled the pile of blankets. Kit squealed laughing than stood and yawned. He chuckled. Kit went into the bathroom came out in a halter top/dress red and purple with hip huggers and blue and white sneakers. They were in a bar drinking a soda pop reading a newspaper Sam gave her.
"This one?" Kit asked pointed at the one that talked about a couple whose throats were slit.
"Yeah that one" Sam nodded.
Kit went to get another glass of Soda. She tapped the bar gently with her hands hummed gently her hair held back with a clip strands framed her face. She grabbed her Dr. Pepper humming. She sipped her drink hummed softly. Dean went back to his dates.
"This happen a lot?" Kit asked him.
"Yeah it does" Sam nodded smiled softly.
Dean made it back to the motel later that night. Sam and Kit woke up looked at him than went back to sleep. Kit was asleep on the bed still. She woke up early with Sam saw Dean dead to the world. Kit rolled her eyes at that than went to the bathroom came out wore a tight white long sleeve sweater with a V neck showed off a sliver of her stomach tight on her with baggy jeans with holes in them underneath black tight pants and converses her hair down.
"Dean… Wake up" Kit shook his shoulder gently.
He moaned rolled over.
"What's wrong?" Kit asked.
"I got a hangover" Dean moaned.
"Oh…" Kit sighed.
Sam came forward with coffee for both of them and Dean. Kit sipped hers sighed smiling. Kit drove the Impala by herself. She parked with ease Sam giving her instruction from the back seat. They went into the Telesca house. Sam handed her an EMF reader.
"So… just scream if you see a ghost" Sam smiled.
"Gotcha!" Kit nodded took the downstairs.
She walked threw the house. She looked around it felt a smidgen of loss and remembrance.
"Find anything?" Sam asked.
"Huh? Uh no" Kit muttered handed him the EMF reader.
"Okay… Let's go" Sam sighed.
"So does this mean cursed object probably?" Kit asked having read John Winchester's Journal a bit.
"Yeah probably" Sam nodded.
"Oh watch this…" Sam laughed than ran over to the Drivers side smiling.
The windows were open now to let in fresh air. Dean was sound asleep wore his sunglasses now. Suddenly Sam honked the horn. Poor Dean jumped about ten feet in the air yelled out. Kit bit her lower lip to stop from laughing than got into the backseat of the Impala.
"Man that is so not cool!" Dean snapped sleepily rubbed his temples slightly sighed.
Kit held out a bottle of medicine for him. He took it nodded in thanks slid off his sunglasses.
"We just swept the Telesca's house with the EMF and it's clean also last night while you were… "out." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Good times" Dean said grinning.
"More like getting a decease" Kit muttered reading some more of John's Journal.
"I checked the history of the house, and no haunting, no violent crimes, nothing strange about the Telesca's themselves either…" Sam sighed.
"All right so if it's not the people and it's not the house… then it's the contents, a cursed object or something'" Dean murmured fighting with the bottle cap.
Kit took it opened it calmly and gave him two pills. He swallowed them nodded again in thanks.
"Anyway the house is clean" Kit sighed.
"Yeah, I know… Sam just said that" Dean looked at her.
"No she means it's empty… There's nothing there, No Furniture, nothing" Sam looked at Kit too.
"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asked outraged.
"Outer Space?" Kit suggested.
They went to an auction house. Kit followed them in. People stared at them. Kit looked at a lamp hummed gently than grabbed some food on a platter.
"Silent auctions… estate sales… it's like a garage sale for Wasps, if you ask me!" Dean snapped quietly grabbed some more Mini-quiche he took a bite out of one.
"Can I help you?" a man asked dressed high price his stature demeaning and patronizing.
"I'd like some champagne please" Dean said with his mouth half full.
Kit tried not to laugh smacked Dean on the arm.
"He's not a waiter" She muttered quietly to him.
"I'm Sam Connors," Sam held out his hand for the man to shake he looked at it as if it was a small dog that was yapping at him and wouldn't dare touch it.
"This is my brother, Dean also our friend Kit, we're art dealers with Connors Limited" Sam issued to Dean than Kit smiling.
"You're art Dealers?" He defiantly did not believe them.
"That's right" Sam nodded.
"I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house" He looked between them nose up a bit trying to stare down at them.
"Now this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list" He snapped.
"We're there chuckles, you just need to take a closer look" Dean said in the same tone as Mr. Blake.
A tray of Champagne went passed. Dean took one.
"Oh finally!" Dean grabbed a glass than brought it to his nose and sniffed sighed.
Kit smiled apologetically to Mr. Blake.
"Please if I may…" Kit picked a piece of lint off Mr. Blake's suit.
He nodded to Kit in thanks. She hurried after the guys than smacked Dean's hand to stop him from touching a very fragile glass statue.
"You break it you buy it" Kit whispered.
"Where'd the shy cute girl go?" Dean asked.
"That's what Mr. Blake is thinking and if you're not more careful with what you say to people you're gonna get into trouble one of these days…" Kit muttered.
"You can… Wow…" Sam raised his eyebrows.
"I do not like to peak… I stay out of other's heads all the time" Kit sighed.
"Okay that's good" Dean smiled.
"A fine example of American primitive, wouldn't you say?" a beautiful young woman asked about Sam's age looking at Sam as she spoke.
Kit and Dean hit his shoulder at the same time. He looked up.
"I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses…But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did…" Sam smiled at her as she walked up to him smiling at him too.
Kit looked between them with Dean.
"Guilty… and clumsy… I apologize…" She and Sam shook hands.
"I'm Sarah Blake," she looked at Kit.
"I'm Kit just Kit… their friend slash tamer" Kit smiled held out her hand.
"Really these boys that much of a handful?" Sarah asked smiling.
"Well… This one is the good little angel… That one I'm afraid is the demon" She chuckled pointed at Sam than Dean.
"And this is… My brother Dean" Sam paused looked embarrassed as Dean's face was stuffed.
Kit covered her mouth to stop from giggling out loud. Sarah looked at Dean.
"Dean?" she asked
"Hm?" Dean raised his eyebrows at her mouth to full to talk.
"Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" she smiled clearly amused.
"Hm-mm, I'm good, thanks!" Dean smiled swallowed a bit of the food in his mouth.
Kit looked between her and Sam as they started talking again.
"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asked kindly.
Sarah was about to say something with a smile when her dad came up behind her.
"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that!" Mr. Blake kind of snapped.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"You're not on the guest list" He answered looked annoyed and down a them.
"I think it's time to leave" he snapped.
"Well, we don't have to be told twice." Dean sighed looked just as annoyed as Mr. Blake.
"Apparently, you do" He snapped in a louder voice.
Kit walked away than her arm appeared grabbed Dean's shoulder and pulled him out the door. They were at a motel.
"So, what were you talking about in there? Grant Wood? Grandma Moses?" Dean asked confused.
"Art history course… It's good for meetin' girls" Sam smiled mischievously.
Dean looked at Sam smiled.
"It's like I don't even know you."
They entered the motel room. Kit looked at the black and white spotted room everything in there black white and silver the only thing with color was bedside table that was red.
"You were saying something earlier about a… providence?" Dean said, going through his bag fighting to remember the word.
"Provenance," Sam corrected. "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use 'em to check the history of the pieces, see if anything's got a freaky past." Sam said while Dean sounded out the word.
"Yeah, well, we're not gettin' anything out of Chuckles, but, uh, Sarah?" Dean smirked at Sam.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin!" Sam teased.
"Not me," Dean said.
"Oh, no, no, no, no… Pickups are you thing, Dean." Sam shook his head smiling.
"Oh please her eyes were burning so much for you they'd melt an ice burg!" Kit smiled looked at Sam who winked at her.
Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, and it wasn't my butt she was checkin' out," Dean smiled.
"In other words… you want me to use her to get information." Sam did not look happy about that
"Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team!" Dean handed him his cell phone dialing.
"Call her!"
Sam sighed on the cell phone. Kit hit Dean with a pillow.
"What was that for?" Dean asked.
"I felt an urge to hit you suddenly… It was quite strange yet funny!" Kit smiled.
Sam laughed. Kit was watching Dean clean and take apart than put together his guns while Sam was on his date.
"Now you" Dean said got threw taking apart a gun took out the clip.
Kit immediately took it apart than put it back together in record time and handed it to Dean.
"Whoa…" Dean looked at her.
They soon were sharpening knives than Sam came back from his date.
"So, she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean asked from the bed sitting next to Kit who was sharpening a knife humming to herself.
"Provenances," Sam corrected sounded annoyed at Dean.
"Provenances?" Dean asked.
"Yes, I went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers."
"And?" Dean asked, still sharpening the knife.
"And nothing, that's it… I left." Sam looked more closely at a paper.
"You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything?" Dean asked.
Kit hit him with a pillow again. Sam just looked annoyed again.
"Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Sam snapped.
"You know when this whole thing is done, we could stick around for a little bit." Dean suggested smiled slightly.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"So you can take her out again… It's obvious you're into her… even I can see that." Dean sighed looked at Kit who nodded.
Sam ignored him still looking at the Provenances.
"Hey, all right, I think I got something here" Sam held up paper.
Dean stopped sharpening the knife, got up from the bed closed the wooden case, and walked over to Sam, grabbed the papers from him.
"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family painted in 1910," Kit read over Dean's shoulder.
"Now, compare the names of the owner's with Dad's journal." Sam handed kit John's Journal.
Dean sat on the other side of Sam and read the first name out loud. "
First purchased in 1912 by Peter Simms." Dean looked at Kit.
"Peter Simms was murdered in 1912." Kit confirmed.
She looked back and forth at the Journal and the paper.
"Same thing in 1945. Huh. Same thing in 1970." she closed the journal smiled.
"Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telesca's bought it… So, what do you think, it's haunted or cursed?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged.
"Either way, it's toast." Dean smiled.
They ordered Kit to stay in the motel room. Kit packed up their stuff for them sighed softly humming finished than went to bed. She slept there soundly than woke to a loud "We've got a problem!"
Kit slowly lifted her head. Dean pulled back her covers looking under them than pulled her up looking under her.
"Sleepy" Kit muttered quietly in jean short shorts and a tank top, barefoot her hair mused from sleep.
"I can't find my wallet!" Dean looked at Sam frantic.
"How's that my or our problem since Kit's still to sleepy too talk" Sam smiled.
"Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night!" Dean snapped.
"You're kidding right?" Sam asked jaw dropped slightly.
Kit looked at them eyes half closed.
"No!" He put on his jacket.
Kit slowly pulled on some white tennis shoes and a jacket than shuffled after Dean.
"It's got my prints, my ID! Well… my fake ID anyway but still we've gotta get it before somebody else finds it!" Dean grabbed Kit's arm.
She didn't go any faster kind of let him drag her as she slept and walked.
"Kit?" Sam asked.
"Sleepy."
They sped to the Auction house.
"How do you loose you're wallet Dean?!" Sam snapped annoyed.
Kit walked forward looking left and right than stopped turned in front of Sarah.
"Sleepy…" Kit yawned.
Sarah smiled.
"Hey guys" Sarah smiled.
Sam and Dean quickly turned and looked at her innocently.
"What're you doing here?" Sarah asked smiling.
"Uh… We… We're leaving town! And you know… we came to say goodbye!" Sam smiled sadly at Sarah.
Sarah looked down sadly. Kit looked at Sam than Dean who quickly walked forward.
"Oh, what are you talkin' about, Sam? We're stickin' around for at least another day or two." Sam looked at Dean, confused as Sarah smiled brightly at him.
"Oh, Sam, by the way, I wanted to give you that twenty bucks I owe you." Dean took out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.
Sam looked very annoyed and mad, Kit bit her lower lip looked at Sarah trying not to laugh.
"I'm always forgettin' there ya go" Dean laughed out looked at Sarah issued to his head toward Sam, than pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to Sam, who seemed like he didn't want to take it. Dean was trying to keep a straight face while Kit let out a giggle. Sam snatched the twenty from his fingers clenched his teeth and lips together. Than looked at Kit who pointed at Dean immediately.
"He did it!"
"Anyway," Dean smiled. "We'll leave you two crazy kids alone… and go do something… Somewhere…" Dean smiled.
Sarah winked at him than looked at Kit who stood there a minute than suddenly snored asleep with her eyes open. Dean walked back put his arm around her waist and carried her off under his arm. Sarah laughed gently.
"She can sleep anywhere it's amazing" Sam chuckled smiling.
Kit woke up to Dean gently patting her face leaned her against the Impala.
"I'm up" Kit muttered stood straight.
Dean chuckled than Sam ran forward.
"We have a huge problem!"