It was a late night and you guys decided to make a pit-stop at a bar you happened to pass. Dean of course was off finding his next fling while Sam was reading John's journal and you were reading the local paper for any new cases. There was a lot of chatter and loud music playing making it hard to focus. You noticed an article mentioning a couple that got killed in their locked house. "How 'bout this one?" You asked Sam as you took a sip of your beer.

"Hmm, maybe." Sam muttered he glanced at it for a second before going back to the journal. You turned around to find Dean and heard him laughing next to a girl at the bar. You waved him over, but he looked at you and ignored you. You waved louder and more obviously drew attention to you. You could feel Dean's sigh and eye-roll from where you were sitting as he made his way over to you and Sam carrying two beers.

"I think I found something." You told Dean as you tried to show him the newspaper.

"Oh, yeah, me too." Dean mused as he looked back at the pretty girl. "I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do ya think? Huh?" I'm so in the door with this one. Come one." Dean suggested as he pointed at the pretty blonde.

"So what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars? Are we Army Rangers?" Sam retorted as he went back to the journal.

"Reality TV scouts, lookin' for people with special skills." Dean chuckled. "I mean, hey, it's not that far off, right?"

"Oh you've got some special skills all right. I'm amazed at how lying comes so easily to you." You quipped.

"It's all a part of my charm. By the way, she's got a friend over there. We can leave the case to Y/N. Probably hook you up. What do ya think?" Dean suggested.

"Hey, I am not doing this case by myself." You disagreed as you drank more of your beer.

"Dean, uh, no, thanks. I can get my own dates." Sam declined.

"Yeah, you can. but you don't." Dean pointed out.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned as he looked up at Dean.

"Nothin'. What do ya got, Y/N?" Dean asked you changing the subject.

"So, Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York, were found dead in their home a couple of days ago." You began as you read the article.

"Mm-hm." Dean murmured as he looked back at the pretty girls.

"Throats were slit. There were no prints or murder weapons, all-Dean!" You shouted as Dean was lost in thought staring at the pretty girls. "No prints, no murder weapons, and the door and windows were all locked."

"Could just be a garden-variety murder, ya know?" Dean supposed as he sipped his beer. "Not our department."

"Nah, Dad says different." Sam interjected.

"What do ya mean?" Dean wondered.

"Look. Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one, uh, right here, 1912. The second one in 1945. And the third in 1970. The same m.o. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit. Their houses were locked from the inside. Now so much time passed between the murders that nobody tracked the pattern. Except for Dad. He always kept his eyes peeled for another." Sam explained.

"And now we got one?" Dean asked.

"Exactly." Sam answered.

"All right I'm with ya, it's worth checkin' out." Dean agreed. "We can't pick this up till the first thing, though, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Good." Dean stated as he got up from the table.

"Dean-" You began as you watched him go chat up the girls again. Dean stayed out late that night so when you and Sam got up to check out the house Dean slept in the Impala.

When you guys were walking back to the car you noticed Dean in a deep sleep in the passenger side of the car. Sam gave you a wink and walked over to the driver's side and honked the horn causing Dean to jump up and gasp in a panic. You and Sam laughed as you got into the car. "Guys, that's so not cool." Dean groaned as he leaned against the car door.

"We just swept the Telesca house with the EMF. It's clean." Sam informed Dean.

"And last night, while you were...with the blonde bimbos-" You began.

"Hey, good times." Dean chuckled as he took off his sunglasses.

"-I checked the house's history, there have been no hauntings or violent deaths. Nothing weird about the Telescas, either." You shared.

"All right. So, if it's not the people, and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents." Dean pointed out. "A cursed object or somethin'."

"The house is clean." Sam stated.

"Yeah, I know, you said that." Dean said

"No, he means, it's empty. No furniture, nothing." You clarified.

"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asked.

After a bit of research you guys found the Telescas' stuff was being sold at a high-end auction in town. You could hear classical music playing throughout the venue as you looked around. "Consignment auctions. Estate Sales. Looks like a garage sale for wasp, if you ask me." Dean grumbled as you looked around.

"Shh, we don't wanna stand out anymore than we already are." You whispered to Dean.

"Can I help you gentleman and miss?" A man asked as he walked up behind you while Dean was stuffing hors d'oeuvres in his mouth.

"I'd like some champagne, please." Dean asked with a mouthful of food.

"He's not a waiter." Sam growled at Dean. "I'm Sam Connors. That's my brother, Dean, and our friend Y/N. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited."

"You're art dealers?" The man scoffed.

"Yes, we are currently looking for some antique pieces to sell to some future clients." You explained.

"I'm Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. I understand why you're here, but this is a private showing and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list." Daniel informed you guys.

"We're there chuckles. Just take another look." Dean smirked still chewing the food in his mouth. "Oh. Finally." Dean smiled as he grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and walked away. 'Sorry' you mouthed to Daniel as you followed Sam and Dean. Once you found the Telescas' belongings you noticed a creepy painting of a family in old-fashioned clothing on a nearby table.

"A fine example of American Primitive, wouldn't you say." A beautiful young woman said as she walked down the spiral staircase behind you. Dean slapped Sam's back as they both gawked at her. You had to admit she was a beautiful woman, but you didn't want to be outdone in front of the boys.

"Personally, I find it to be more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses." You pointed out as she walked over to you three. "But I figure you knew that, you wanted to see if we did."

"Guilty. And clumsy. How did you know?" She wondered.

"Oh I didn't go to college for four years to study the fine arts for nothing." You smirked as you stared at her.

"I see, I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake." She smiled as she just stared at Sam. 'Oh' you thought to yourself, there was an awkward silence before you nudged Sam a bit.

"I'm Sam. This is my...brother, Dean and Y/N." Sam introduced you guys as you noticed Dean with his face full of food again.

"Dean." Sarah said.

"Mm." Dean murmured as he looked at her.

"Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" Sarah asked Dean with a smile.

"Mm-mm, I'm good. Thanks." Dean swallowed his food and smiled.

"So can I help you with something?" Sarah wondered.

"Yeah, actually. Um, what can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam asked her.

"The whole thing's pretty grisly, if you ask me, selling their things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing. Sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones." Sarah admitted.

"Is it possible to see the provenances?" You asked her.

"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that." Daniel stated as he walked up to you.

"Why not?" Sam asked him.

"You're not on the guest list. And I think it's time to leave." Daniel requested.

"Well, we don't have to be told twice." Dean mocked.

"Apparently, you do." Daniel retorted to Dean.

"Okay, it's all right." Sam stepped in between Dean Daniel. "We don't want any trouble. We'll go." Dean led the way out of the venue with you and Sam behind him.

Once you guys found a motel to stay at you grabbed your bags from the car as Dean unlocked the door."Grant Wood? Grandma Moses? What-?" Dean began to ask.

"Art Major, remember?" You sang as you walked behind him.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you were a college nerd like Sam." Dean mumbled as he unlocked the door. The room you were staying in was very shiny, and flamboyant with disco balls and almost everything was shaped like a sphere.

"Huh." The boys murmured in unison.

"And what was the providence?" Dean asked you.

"Provenance. It's an artwork's certificate of origin. You can use it to trace all of its previous owners. I figured we could see if it was connected to any other weird deaths." You explained as you dropped your bags by the couch.

"Well, we're not gettin' anything outta Chuckles, but Sarah..." Dean began as he unpacked his stuff on his bed.

"Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it on a cocktail napkin." Sam joked.

"Heh, heh, heh. Not me." Dean chuckled.

"Oh, no, no, no , no. Pick ups are your thing, Dean." Sam disagreed.

"Well, no offense to Dean, but I don't think he's her type. Besides as a fellow woman I could easily see that she is into you Sam." You observed.

"Y/N's right, it wasn't my butt she was checkin' out." Dean agreed.

"In other words, you two want me to use her to get information." Sam accused.

"Sometimes you gotta take one for the team." Dean stated.

"And if you happen to get to know a nice girl along the way, even better." You added.

"Call her." Dean told Sam as he gave him his cell phone.

That night Sam ended up going out with Sarah to a fancy restaurant. But Dean being Dean insisted that you guys follow Sam to keep an eye on him. You guys sat at a table behind Sam and across the restaurant so you could see him without you being noticed."I can't believe I actually let you talk me into coming here with you." You muttered as you looked around. Thankfully you kept one nice dress in your bags just in case something came up and Dean wore one of his FBI suits.

"We gotta watch out for Sam, this chick could be crazy." Dean joked as he looked at the menu.

"We are way crazier than she will ever be. Besides have you looked at these prices, it's probably more money than you've ever had at one time." You retorted.

"I know, that's why you're here." Dean mumbled.

"You better be grateful, I had to pull this money from my family's life insurance fund." You mentioned accidentally.

"Why? Are they dead?" Dean wondered. 'Sh*t' You thought to yourself, you didn't want Sam and Dean to know about how you think a demon killed your family until you confirmed it for yourself.

"Um..." You began to say.

"Hello could I offer you something from our wine list?" The waiter asked as he held out the wine menu.

"Oh, no thanks we'll just have two beers." Dean answered. Thankfully the waiter changed the subject away from your family. Once you got your beers and food you and Dean just made small talk. "I gotta admit you look hot in that dress, I've never seen you in anything but street clothes and suits." Dean mentioned almost causing you to choke on your beer.

"Oh, re-really?" You stuttered blushing a bit. "I always thought you saw me as a little sister or something like that."

"'Course not, but we don't wanna make things complicated. I don't do serious relationships just flings." Dean shared.

"Yeah, that makes sense, I mean you're very attractive...for a guy, I mean but you're totally not my type." You lied as you chugged down your beer.

When you saw that Sam and Sarah were leaving you and Dean had to get back to the motel quickly. You didn't say much to Dean until Sam got back, since you were so lost in your thoughts."So she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean asked Sam as he sharpened his knife.

"Provenances." You corrected Dean as you laid on the couch avoiding eye contact with Dean.

"Pr-provenances?" Dean repeated.

"Yes. We went back to her place. I got a copy of the papers..." Sam continued as he looked at the papers.

"And?" Dean went on.

"And nothing. That's it. I left." Sam shared.

"You didn't have to con her, or, uh, do any special favor or anything like that?" Dean questioned Sam.

"Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Sam asked Dean.

"You know, when this whole thing's done we could stick around for a little bit." Dean offered to Sam.

"Why?" Sam wondered.

"So you could take her out again. It's obvious you're into her. Even I can see that." Dean pointed out.

"Hey. All right. I think I got somethin' here." Sam mumbled as he handed the papers to Dean and you got up from the couch to take a look yourself.

""Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family. Painted 1910."" Dean read.

"Now, compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam told Dean.

""First purchased in 1912 to Peter Simms." "Peter Simms murdered 1912" Same thing in 1945. Huh. Same thing in 1970." Dean read from the papers and the journal page.

"Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month. Where the Telescas bought it." Sam shared.

"So do you guys think it's haunted or cursed?" You asked them.

"Either way, it's toast." Dean stated.

That night you guys snuck into the auction house to grab and torch the painting. Thanks to your training you were able to climb the gate on your own without any help. Dean climbed over first, then you, and then Sam. "Come on!" Dean whispered as you guys ran to the back door of the auction house. Sam disabled the alarm so you hopefully had enough time to grab the painting and go."Go ahead." Sam said giving Dean the signal to pick the lock. Once you were in you quickly scanned the room for the painting. as you looked around you noticed it upstairs. You three went up there and you used a knife to deftly and carefully cut it out of the frame and you rolled it and left. You guys took it to the middle of nowhere to burn it.

"Ugly-a*s thing. You ask me, we're doin' the art world a favor." Dean said as he threw a match on it and you watched it burn.


The next morning you and Sam were packing up your things to get out of town, when Dean came bursting into the room. "We've got a problem. I can't find my wallet." Dean

"How's that our problem?" Sam asked.

"'Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night." Dean admitted as he threw his stuff around looking for it.

"You what!? You cried.

"You kidding?" Sam scoffed.

"No. I mean, it's got my prints, my ID-Well, my fake ID, anyway. We gotta get it before somebody else finds it. Come on." Dean hurried as he put his jacket on and you guys returned to the auction house. You guys were looking in and around everywhere, and thankfully no one else was there to see you guys.

"How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" Sam questioned as you guys looked around.

"Hey, guys." Sarah greeted you with a smile as she walked into the room.

"Sarah. Hey." Sam stuttered a bit nervous.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah wondered.

"Oh. We-We are leaving town. And, you know, we came to say goodbye." Sam replied.

"What are you talkin' about, Sam? We're stickin' around for at least another day or two." Dean mentioned. "Oh, Y/N, by the way, I'll go ahead and give you that twenty bucks I owe ya. I always forget, ya know...Just-There ya go. Well, we'll leave you two crazy kids alone. Me and Y/N gotta go do somethin', somewhere." Dean excused you and him as he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from Sam and Sarah.

"Real smooth, Dean, real smooth." You chuckled as you two went back to the Impala. You waited for Sam to finish talking with Sarah, but when he came back he had some bad news for you guys.

"I don't understand, Dean. We burned the d*mn thing." Sam stated.

"Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious." Dean grumbled.

"It's okay, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it, right?" You supposed.

"Well, um, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings, it's always the painting's subject that haunts 'em." Sam shared.

"Yeah. All right. So we need to find out everything there is to know about that creepy-a*s family in that creepy-a*s painting. What were their names again?" Dean asked.

Then you and the brothers went to the local library to find out more about the family. "You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?" The old man asked as he dropped some dusty, old books on the table in front of you.

"Yeah, that's right." Sam confirmed with his hand stuffed in his pockets.

"I dug up every scrap of local history I could find." The old man mentioned as he flipped through one of the books as Dean joined you at the table. "So, uh, you three crime buffs?"

"Kind of. Yeah. Why do you ask?" Dean wondered as he sat on the edge of the table.

"Well..." The old man began as he held up an old newspaper and pointed at the front page article. It said "Father slaughters family, kills self."

"Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right." Dean nodded as he pointed at the old article.

"The whole family was killed?" Sam questioned as you three looked at the article.

"Uh, it seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself. Now, he was a barber by trade. Used a straight razor." The old man shared.

"Why would he do that to his own family, though?" You asked him.

"Well, uh, let's look. Uh, "People who knew him described Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament. Ruled his family with an iron first. Uh, wife, uh, two sons, adopted daughter. Uh, yeah, yeah-yeah. Uh, uh- "There were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave." Uh, which- Of course, you know, in that day and age- Um. So instead, old man Isaiah well, he gave 'em all a shave." The old man explained as he made a cutting noise and sliced his hand across his neck which got a laugh out of Dean.

"Does it say what happened to the bodies?" Dean asked him.

"Just that they were all cremated." The old man answered as you and the boys gave each other looks.

"Anything else?" Sam wondered as he looked at the old man.

"Yeah. Actually, I found a- A picture of the family. It's right here. Somewhere. Right. Here it is." The old man mumbled as he flipped through another book to a page with a picture on it. As you looked closely at the picture it looked similar to the painting, but still different. Isaiah was looking straight ahead instead of at his daughter, the razor on the end table was closed up, and the painting in the background was of hills and a mountain instead of a mausoleum.

"Do you think we could get a copy of this picture?" You asked the old man.

"Hm. Sure." The old man nodded as he went to make you a copy of it. After that you guys returned to the motel to discuss the next step.

"I'm positive, guys. In the painting Isaiah is looking at his daughter, but here he is looking ahead." You pointed out as you showed them the copy of the picture from the book. "The painting changed."

"All right, so you think that Daddy Dearest is trapped in the painting and he's handing out Colombian neckties like with his family?" Dean speculated as you three sat at the table in your room.

"It makes sense, the painting would be like a mirror of himself causing him to get trapped in it." Sam agreed as he looked at it.

"The only thing that bothers me is why is he looking at his daughter? That just makes it more obvious that the painting is different." You voiced.

"Who knows why ghosts do anything? We just gotta torch him and be done with it." Dean stated.

"But if his bones are already dusted, then how are we gonna stop him?" Sam wondered.

"All right. Well, if Isaiah's position changed, then maybe some other things changed as well. It could give us some clues." Dean suggested.

"Like aDaVinciCodedeal?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. I'm, uh, still waiting for the movie on that one." Dean mumbled. "Anyway, we gotta get back in and see that painting. Which is a good thing, because you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend." Dean teased Sam as he walked over and relaxed on his bed.

"Dude. Enough already." Sam huffed.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"What? Ever since we got here, you've been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, all right?" Sam growled.

"Well, you like her, don't you? All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults." Dean commented.

"What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave. We always do." Sam argued.

"Well, I'm not talkn' about marriage, Sam." Dean argued back.

"You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?" Sam spat.

"Because maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time." Dean admitted as he sat up in bed. Sam scoffed. "You know, seriously, Sam, this isn't about just hookin' up, okay? I mean, I-I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you."

"Look, Sam, I don't mean any disrespect, but this is probably about Jessica, right? I don't really know what it's like to lose somebody like that, but I know that she would want you to be happy." You expressed.

"God forbid, have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?" Dean added.

"Yeah, I know she would." Sam smiled lightly as he looked away. "Yeah, you're right. A part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part."

"What's it about?" Dean asked Sam, but Sam didn't answer. "Yeah, all right. Well, we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah, so..." Dean mentioned as he laid back down and you decided to move to the couch to relax. Sam rolled his eyes and cleared his throat as he picked up his cell phone and called Sarah.

"Sarah, hey. It's Sam. Hey, hi. Good, good, yeah. Um, what about you? Yeah. Good, good, really good." Sam spoke into his phone.

"Smooth." Dean whispered.

"So, uh-So listen...me, my brother, and our friend were, uh, thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again. I-I think maybe we are interested in buying it. Wait, what?" Sam continued with a look of shock on his face and stood up. You and Dean got up as well. "Who'd you sell it to? Sarah, I need an address right now."


Dean sped over to the address Sarah gave Sam, and by the time you got there a Jeep was already parked in front of the house. "Sam, what's happening?" Sarah asked as you three got out of the Impala.

"I told you, you shouldn't have come." Sam warned her as you guys ran up to the front porch.

"Hello? Anybody home?" Dean shouted as he and Sam banged on the front door.

"You said Evelyn might be in danger. What kind of danger?" Sarah asked Sam.

"I can't knock this thing down. I gotta pick it." Dean said as he started to pick the lock.

"What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah wondered as you examined the nearby window, but it had iron bars attached to the window.

"I wish it was that simple." You muttered under your breath.

"Look, you really should wait in the car. It's for your own good." Sam advised Sarah as Dean got the door open.

"The hell I will! Evelyn's a friend." Sarah proclaimed as she followed you guys into the house. "Evelyn?"

"Evelyn!" Sam called as you carefully walked into the living room where Evelyn was sitting motionless.

"Evelyn? Evelyn?" Sarah questioned she walked up behind Evelyn. "It's Sarah Blake. Are you all right?"

"Sarah, don't! Sarah!" Sam warned as Sarah touched Evelyn's shoulder and her head bent backwards revealing her slit throat. Sarah screamed bloody murder as Sam tried to pull her away from the body. That's when she noticed Isaiah had changed in the painting.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God." Sarah repeated as Sam shielded her in his arms and pulled her from the room.

The next morning Sarah came to the motel to give you guys a chance to explain yourselves. "Hey." Sam greeted her as he let her into the room. "You all right?"

"No, actually. I just lied to the cops and told 'em I went to Evelyn's alone and found her like that." Sarah spat.

"Thank you." Sam thanked her.

"Don't thank me. I'm about to call 'em back if you don't tell me what's going on." Sarah threatened. "Who's killing these people?"

"What?" Sam corrected her.

"What?" Sarah questioned.

"It's not "who." It's "what" is killing those people. Sarah, you saw that painting move." Sam pointed out.

"No. No. I was-I was seeing things. It's impossible." Sarah denied.

"Yeah, well, strap in cause you're in for a crazy ride." You muttered.

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

"You're joking?" Sarah asked but you guys didn't say anything. "You're not joking. God. The guys I go out with."

"Sarah, think about it: Evelyn, the Telescas, they both had the painting. And there have been others before that. Wherever this thing goes, people die. And we're just trying to stop it. And that's the truth." Sam explained.

"Well, then I guess you better show me. I'm coming with you." Sarah decided.

"What? No. Sarah, no. You should just go home. This stuff can get dangerous and...And I don't want you to get hurt." Sam pleaded.

"Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this. Well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might have got these people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, 'cause I am scared as hell, but I'm not gonna run and hide either. So are we going or what?" Sarah asked as she walked to the door.

"Sam. Marry that girl." Dean told Sam as he pointed at the door.

You four returned to Evelyn's house to get the painting before anyone else got it. Sam picked the lock while you kept watch. "Uh...Isn't this a crime scene?" Sarah asked as she looked around concerned.

"Well, you already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?" Dean pointed out as he cut the tape on the door. You guys went into the living room and Sam took the painting off the mantle and set it down on the couch.

"Aren't you worried that it's gonna, you know, kill us?" Sarah asked.

"No. No. It seems to do its thing at night." Sam observed. "I think we're all right in the daylight."

"See guys, I told you, look at the razor." You mentioned as you handed Sam the copy image.

"What are you guys looking for?" Sarah wondered.

"Well, if the spirit's changing aspects of the painting, maybe it's doing so for a reason." Dean suggested.

"Hey, hey. Look at this." Sam mumbled. "The painting in the painting."

"Looks like a crypt or mausoleum or something." Dean mumbled as he grabbed a glass ashtray to use a magnifying glass. "Merchant."

You drove around to different cemeteries after that looking for any mausoleums with the name Merchant on them. You watched the crows caw and fly in the trees around you and Dean as you walked through the cemetery. It was a little cold so you zipped up your jacket to keep warm. "This is the third boneyard we've checked. I think this ghost is jerking us around." Dean grumbled.

"So this is what you guys do for a living?" Sarah wondered.

"Not exactly. We don't get paid." Sam shared.

"Well, mazel tov." Sarah mumbled. As you looked around you noticed a mausoleum that looked a lot like the one in the painting.

"Hey, guys over here!" You called back as you walked over to it. Dean used a pair of bolt cutters to break the chains on the door so you could get in. You saw dust and webs everywhere and urns and nameplates in the room.

"Okay, that right there is the creepiest thing I've ever seen." Sarah complained as she stared the toys in the glass casings.

"It was, uh, sort of a tradition at the time. Whenever a child died, sometimes they'd preserve the kid's favorite toy in a glass case. Put it next to the headstone or crypt." Sam mentioned.

"You notice anything strange here?" Dean asked you guys.

"Uh...where do I start?" Sarah began.

"Yeah, one, two, three, four. One urn is missing." You noted as you counted the urns.

"Mom and the three kids. Daddy Dearest isn't here." Dean figured.

"So where is he?" Sam wondered.

Your next stop was the local health department, you and Dean went inside to check the county's death certificates while Sam and Sarah stayed outside. Once you found what you were looking for you met up with them outside."Are we interrupting something?" Dean asked stepping in-between them.

"No." Sam answered.

"Not at all." Sarah answered.

"Huh. Apparently." Dean mumbled.

"So, what did you get?" Sam asked.

"So get this, the surviving relatives of the Merchant family were so ashamed of Isaiah, they didn't want him interred with the rest of the family." You began.

"They ended up handing him over to the county. The county gave him a pauper's funeral. Economy-style. Turns out he wasn't cremated. He was buried in a pine box." Dean finished.

"So therearebones to burn." Sam stated.

"There are bones to burn." Dean repeated.

"Tell me you know where." Sam hoped.

You and the boys waited until after dark to go to the cemetery and burn Isaiah's bones. Sarah held the flashlight while you and Dean dug up the grave."You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this." Sarah noted.

"Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?" Sam smiled.

"Think we got something." Dean called as you hit something solid with your shovels. You lifted yourself out of the hole so Dean could open the casket. Then you and Sam threw salt and fuel onto the bones, Dean then lit the match and tossed it in. "You've been a real pain in the a*s, Isaiah. Good riddance."

Once that was done you returned again to Evelyn's house to collect the painting. "Keep the motor running." Sam told Dean as he started to get out of the Impala.

"I thought the painting was harmless now." Sarah commented.

"Better safe than sorry. We're gonna bury the sucker." Sam advised.

"I wanna come with you." Sarah decided.

"You sure?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah." Sarah nodded as they both got out of the car.

"Hey, hey, hey. we'll stay here. You go make your move." Dean whispered to Sam, who scoffed. "Sam. I'm serious!" You watched Sam and Sarah walk up the steps when Dean started playing a love song on the radio. Sam gave him a look and you lightly smacked him across the back of the head. "What?"

"Leave them alone!" You growled lowly and Dean reluctantly turned the radio off. Then they went into the house and you waited for them to come back out. Suddenly the front door slammed shut.


You and Dean ran up to the front door and tried to break it open, but it wouldn't budge. "Dean! Y/N! Hey! Is that you?" You heard Sam call from the other side of the door.

"Sammy, you all right?" Dean shouted as his cell phone rang. "Tell me you slammed the door. Girl? What girl? Wasn't the dad looking down at her? Maybe he was trying to warn us." Dean spoke into the phone as he was trying to pick the lock. You took the phone from him so he could work faster.

"Get us out of here." Sam spoke into the phone.

"Dean's trying to pick the lock, but it's not budging." You told Sam.

"Well, then break it down!" Sam shouted.

"Oh yeah, sure, I suppose you've got a battering ram in the trunk!" You shouted sarcastically.

"Y/N, the d*mn thing is coming!" Sam yelled.

"You're gonna have to hold it off until we figure something out. I hope you've got salt or iron in there." You suggested to Sam. Dean gave up on picking the lock so he took the phone back while you two tried finding a window or another door to break down.

"Sammy, you okay? How are we gonna waste her? Then how's she still around? The mausoleum!" You heard Dean speak into the phone as you went back to the car.

You and Dean raced back to the cemetery, and he rammed through the gates breaking them down. Once you reached the mausoleum Dean jumped out of the car and into it. You opened the trunk real quick and grabbed a sledgehammer out, you figured the glass casing would be hard to break. You ran in to see Dean beating his pistol against the glass. "Move!" You shouted as you swung the hammer with all your might into the glass causing it to shatter across the floor. Dean used his gun to clear some pieces of glass away so he could pull out the doll and burn the hair.

"Come on, come on," Dean mumbled trying to get his lighter to ignite. Once it did he held next to the doll's hair and you watched it start to burn away. Then he called Sam to make sure they were all right. "Sam, you good?"


The next morning after packing up your things, you and the brothers had to go say goodbye to Sarah before leaving town. You watched as they were packing away the painting, hopefully for good. "This was archived in the county records. The Merchant's adopted daughter, Melanie. Know why she was up for adoption? 'Cause her real family was murdered in their beds." Dean revealed.

"She killed them?" Sarah asked as you four looked at the painting one last time.

"Makes sense, after all who would suspect a sweet little girl?" You pointed out.

"So then she kills Isaiah and his family, the old man takes the blame. His spirit's been trying to warn people ever since." Dean explained.

"Where's this one go?" The man asked Sarah.

"Take it out back and burn it." Sarah told them they can't believe what she was saying. "I'm serious, guys. Thanks." As you watched them cart it outside. "So why did the girl do it?"

"Killing others? Killing herself? Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark." Sam replied.

"Maybe. I don't really care. It's over. We move on." Dean stated.

"I guess this means you're leaving." Sarah spoke sadly.

"We'll go wait in the car, see ya later Sarah." You and Dean said in unison as you went out to the Impala and waited for Sam to say his goodbyes.

"I'm the one who burn the doll, destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything." Dean grumbled as you two walked outside.

"Well, I'll say it. Thanks for saving the day like always." You smiled as you gave Dean a peck on the cheek causing him to stop walking.

"Hey! What was that?" Dean cried as you walked over to the Impala.

"It can be whatever you want it to be." You laughed as you turned around and smiled at him. You were happy and content with just being with Sam and Dean, and you weren't gonna let anything change that. You and Dean leaned against the car as you saw Sam come out of the auction house, but you watch Sam turn around and bang on the door. Sarah opened it and he pulled her in for a kiss which she gladly accepted. You and Dean smiled at the sight of Sam being so happy.

"That's my boy." Dean whispers as you guys got into the car. You had no idea that everything you've come to know, would get turned on its head...