Sam heard the unmistakable sound of the Impala's engine. "No, Dean, leave," he thought.

"So, Dean's here, is he?" Sarah asked. "Time to get ready."

"What are you going to do?" Sam thought.

"You'll see," Sarah answered as she threw a sheet over him. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, emerging from the bathroom, just as there was a knock on the door.

Sarah walked over to the door, opened it and said, "Hi, Dean."

"Hey, Sarah, I'm looking for Sam?"

"Yeah, this is embarrassing. We slept in, he's in the shower now."

"Oh, well, you want to tell him to meet me back at our hotel?" Dean asked.

"No, wait for him," Sarah insisted. "He should be out soon," she added.

"OK," Dean said hesitantly and walked in.

"Would you like to see the painting I've been working on?" Sarah asked.

"Um, sure," Dean said. He supposed he had a few minutes to kill while waiting for Sam.

Sarah led him over to the covered picture. "No, Dean, leave!" Sam screamed, but only Sarah could hear him and smiled.

She picked up a glass off the table next to the picture and lifted off the sheet. Dean was looking at a picture of Sam. Dean turned to Sarah just as she was beginning to throw the potion on him and he deflected the glass, so that it spilled on her. "No!" she screamed as she disappeared and reappeared on the canvas next to Sam.

"What the hell?" Dean said.

"NOOO!" Sarah was still screaming, but Sam was the only one who could hear her.

"At least you can't hurt anyone else," Sam said, relieved that at least Dean was safe from her.

"We're going to be trapped in here forever. Forever, Sam, do you know how long that is?"

"Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to do it to others," Sam said. He couldn't believe he was going to be trapped in here with her forever.

"Sam , are you in there?" Dean was asking.

"Yes," Sam said.

"He can't hear you, moron," Sarah sniped at him.

"How am I going to get you out?" Dean panicked.

He started to look around. He went over to the bookcase. There were two shelves filled with books on witchcraft. "Sam, I'm going to read every one of these books, if that's what it takes," Dean promised.

"Is there a reversal in any of those?" Sam asked Sarah.

"Actually, yes," Sarah said, her spirits lifting. "Do you think he'll actually look until he finds it?"

"Definitely," Sam answered. He knew because that's what he would do if the positions were reversed.

Dean cracked open the first book and started reading. He read all day. At midnight, he was just about to give it up for the day, when he found the spell for the original potion to trap someone in a painting. He said, "Please let there be a reversal potion." He flipped the page and said, "It can't possibly be that easy."

"What is it?" Sam asked Sarah.

"He just needs to wipe over us with holy water," she answered.

Dean had gone into the bathroom, probably to get some water to bless, Sam thought.

"That's it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's a pretty simple spell."

Dean emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with a glass of water and a wash cloth. "I hope this works," Dean said, "and I hope it doesn't hurt or anything."

Dean picked up the painting and laid it down on the kitchen table. He dipped the washcloth in the holy water and lifted it up over Sam's image on the painting. He held it for a beat, afraid to actually do it in case it didn't work. He didn't think he could handle the disappointment. He took a deep breath and rubbed the cloth down Sam's picture. Sam disappeared off the canvas and reappeared next to him. Sam's legs buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

"Sam!" Dean yelled and knelt down beside him. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm just stiff. I've been in that painting for 24 hours. I can't imagine what it must have been like for that other family," Sam said, softly.

"What other family?" Dean asked.

"That painting we saw the other day in the shop is a family that has been trapped in that painting for ninety years," Sam told him.

"We should let them out," Dean said, heading towards the door.

"They're dead. Sarah 'set their souls free' after they did her dirty work for her. By the way next time I don't want to go on a date, maybe you'll listen to me."

Dean decided to ignore that comment as he helped Sam to his feet and looked at the painting of Sarah. "What about her?" Dean asked.

"Leave her," Sam said. "Who knows how many others she has done this to? She should suffer the same fate." He leaned over the painting and said, "Did you hear that Sarah? You're going to be trapped in there forever."

"NOOOOO!" Sarah screamed over and over, but nobody could hear her.

Sam and Dean headed out the door without a backward glance. As Dean slammed the door, the glass of holy water tipped over and fell onto the painting. It slowly worked its way down Sarah's form, until she disappeared from the canvas and reappeared in the room.

"Dean, you'll pay for that and Sam will be mine forever," Sarah said, as she began to plot her revenge.

The End