Sarah Knows

Sam gave a little half smile and sighed heavily, blinking back tears as he thought of his Jessica. "You're your right." He finally admitted. "Part of this is about Jessica, but not the main part."

Sam didn't answer so I asked, "Care to share?" Sam didn't answer again, just looked away.

Dean leaned back against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. "Well we still gotta see that painting which means you still gotta call Sarah so..."

Sam picked up his cell phone on the table, clearing his throat awkwardly. Dean shook his head and closed his eyes. "Sarah, hey, it's Sam." He started his phone conversation. "Good, good, ummm, what about you?" Dean opened one eye to watch the awkwardness while I started digging for more candy in my bag. Sam started repeating himself a few times, I shook my head at his awkwardness. He sounded like a teenager trying to ask his first real crush out instead of a grown man.

"Smooth," Dean whispered from the other side of the room. I nodded in agreement, finally realizing I needed to get more candy for my stash.

"So listen; me, my brother and sister were uh, thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again, I think maybe we are interested in buying it." There was a sudden pause while I was pouting over my loss of candy. "What?" Sam sounded panicked to the maxed. I looked up surprised as Dean's eyes snapped open at the tone. Sam suddenly stood, completely serious expression as he demanded, "Who'd you sell it to?" I got to my feet as Dean rolled off the bed. Urgently, Sam said, "Sarah, I need an address right now."

"Let's book it." I said as he hung up.

The woman named Evelyn that had bought the pairing was sitting in her mansion like house, reading a thick book. The painting was now hung on the wall above her very large and extravagant fireplace. She never noticed Isaiah, the man in the painting, has now turned his head and very clearly, intently, watching her. Evelyn laid her book down with her glasses on top, peacefully picking up her glass of tea. Evelyn heard something and went to look over her shoulder behind her very large red leather chair. All she could do was gasp in horror as a large razor blade came down on her neck.

Several minutes later, I practically dove out the car as Dean skidded to a stop. Dean and Sam came hurrying after me but Sarah appeared from the other car that was parked, meeting us at the porch. "Sam, what's happening?" Sarah demanded panicked.

"Nothing you what to know." I muttered, going up the steps.

"I told you, you shouldn't have come." Sam said firmly, running past her.

Dean started banging on the door as hard as he could. "Hello, anybody home?"

"You said Evelyn might be in danger, what sort of danger?" Sarah demanded.

"Watch out, I'm picking this thing." I pushed Dean out the way, pulling my lock pick from the sole of my shoe. Sam started banging on the windows but they were barred closed.

I got to my knee and jimmied the pick into the door knob. "What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah demanded as she saw me doing it with expert hands.

"I wish it was that simple." Sam sighed. "Look, you really should wait in the car." He tried turning her back from the house. "It's for your own good." I pushed the door open and we hurried inside.

"The hell I will!" Sarah ran in after U.S. "Evelyn's a friend." We did find Sarah. Sitting in her arm chair, eyes wide and dead, her throat slashed opened.

Sarah was panicking and breathing heavily as she called the police. Sam, Dean, and I, quickly made our leave back to the motel room. Now Dean was on the laptop, Sam was pacing, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed picking at my finger nails. Everyone froze when there was a knock on the door. "...I really don't wanna get that." I said cautiously.

So Sam slowly opened it, being pushed aside with Sarah stormed in. "I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's alone and found her like that!" Sarah snapped, we having convinced her to lie just before we disappeared into the car.

Dean smirked, Sam looked relieved, and my shoulders dropped from tense to relief. We hadn't actually been sure if she would go along with it or not when we left. "Thank you." Sam said, honestly grateful.

"Don't think me, I'm about to call them right back if you don't tell me what the hell's going on." She sneered, looking up at Sam superior height. "Who's killing these people?" Sam looked at Dean who raised an eyebrow.

Then he looked at me. "Go for it." I shrugged, not expecting her to actually believe us, nobody ever did unless it practically bit them, or torn then to spreads.

So Sam turned to Sarah and said, "What." Sarah looked more confused then ever so Sammy clarified. "It's not who, it's 'what' is killing those people." Sarah looked at him like he was insane.

"I was seeing things." Sarah protested, after Sam reminded her she'd seen the painting moving. The man's head had moved clearly from looking at them to looking at his daughter in the picture. "It's impossible!"

I scoffed, "Story of our lives."

"You've just been welcomed to our world." Dean grumbled.

Sam tried to explain. "Sarah, I know this sounds crazy but...we think that painting is haunted."

Sarah laughed, shaking her head ready eyed. "You're joking!" She looked from one to the next and then to the third but not one of us looked like we could be joking. "You're not joking." She realized, shaking her head again in disbelief. "God, the guys I go out with."

"Trust me, you could've gone with someone worse."