Chapter 6:

"We have a problem, I can't find my wallet." Dean said rushing out of the bathroom the next morning. "I think I left it in the warehouse. It's got my ID, or well my fake ID anyways. My prints."

"How could you be such of a dumb ass?" Jo question him, wanting to know where he is going with this. She remembers him having his wallet last night. He'd pulled a twenty out to pay for the pizza they had ordered while they waited on Sam.

"Shit, let's go get it." Sam said, heading out the door.

Before Dean could follow, Jo grabbed his arm. "You have your wallet. Where are you going with this?"

A goofy grin spread across his face. "I'm gonna get Sammy laid."

Shaking her head, Jo followed the two to the Impala. She climbed into the backseat, going along just so that she could make sure that Sam didn't kill Dean.

They arrived at the auction house a few minutes later. Since it was early, hardly anyone besides employees were here. The trio rushed into the warehouse. Sam automatically started looking around for Dean's missing wallet.

"Sam?" Sarah's voice made him look up.

He looks up at her. "Oh, hey."

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

"I came by to say good-bye." he improvises. "We're heading out today."

"No we're not," Jo quickly adds.

Dean put his arm around her. "We're staying in town for a couple of more days."

Sarah smiled at this. "That sounds great."

"How about you two kids go out to lunch," Dean says, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He hands Sam twenty bucks. "Have fun."

Sam glares at his brother as he accepts the money from him. Before he could say anything else, his eyes latch onto something. "Oh my God!"

"What?" Sarah asks.

"Uh that painting. It looks so good." he says, trying to cover up his tracks.

"If you can call that monstrosity good, I guess so." She shudders, looking at the portrait of the family.

Dean and Jo exchanged looks. It wasn't possible. They had torched that sucker last night. This job should've been done and over with.

"I thought you guys had burned it last night while I was out with Sarah," Sam said once they were outside of the warehouse.

"We did." Jo replied. "It was nothing but ash when we last saw it. How is this possible?"

"Looks like we will be staying around for a few days more." Dean says. "Plenty of time for you to make your move, Sammy."

…..

The three had engrossed themselves for a few hours over the books and internet trying to figure out why burning the painting hadn't worked. They seemed to be getting nowhere in their research. There just wasn't a reason for it to have come back like that.

"Call Sarah." Jo said. "We need to get a better look at that painting."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

She turns the computer around, showing him the original copy of the painting. "Look at how he is looking out in the original, but down at the little girl in the one we burned."

Sam nods, dialing the number that Sarah had given him. The two danced around each other as they talked on the phone, not wanting to address the tension in the room. Finally Sam asks her about the painting. Once he does, he freezes not liking her answer one minute.

"Sarah, I need you to tell me the address right now. She could be in danger." Sam said.

Once Sam had gotten the address, the trio rushes to the impala. Dean quickly drove them to Evelyn's house, hoping that they weren't to late. To their surprise, Sarah was waiting for them there. They went to the door, trying to find an opening.

"So is this what you guys do? Break into people's houses?" she asks as Dean picks the lock.

"It's a bit more complicated than that," Jo tried to explain.

"Got it," Dean says, opening the door.

The four of them rush towards the living room. Sarah sighs in relief when she see's Evelyn sitting in the chair with a book in her lap.

"I'm so sorry about all this, Evelyn." As she steps closer she notices the paleness in the old woman. "Evelyn?"

"Sarah, don't!" Sam says, but it's too late. Sarah had barely touched Evelyn's shoulder when her head falls back.

Sarah's screams echoed into the night. Isaiah Merchant's head snaps towards them, looking at them instead of his daughter. That only made Sarah scream even more.

"We have to get out of here," Jo told the brothers.

"Go, I'll talk to the police when they get here." Sarah said.

"I promise we'll explain everything later," Sam says as he follows his brother and Jo out the door.