π¨ππππππ πππ πππππ have gone by, and the trio now sit in a bar. Maeve and Dean were off in the corner, standing across from one another, playing pool and flirting. Sam, who was sitting at one of the tables, tried not to look in their direction; worried that his heart would break. He had realized just a few days ago that he has done something terrible, he's fallen for his brother's girlfriend and he feels like absolute shit about it. Not only with the fact of Jessica still on his mind, but for some strange reason he couldn't help think back to Alec. He lets out a small sigh when he hears a laugh, her laugh, looking up; he winces slightly as he takes in the site of Maeve and Dean standing close to one another. Dean was looking down at her with love, and she was smiling up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. His arms were wrapped around her waist, her's placed on his chest as he pulls her close, the pool sticks thrown onto the table.
"You are so beautiful." Dean speaks up, his green eyes melting into her brown ones. She had totally just kicked his ass in pool, and he was trying to distract her from using it against him. It was totally working. "I don't know about that one, but I will say; you sir are incredibly sexy and I can't wait to get you alone." She says, a smirk coming onto her face as Dean moves to give her a deep passionate kiss. "Can't believe it's almost been a year." He murmurs gently against her lips, she pulls away slightly with a surprised expression. "You've been keeping track?" She asks, "Of course, just like a count every rune of yours to fall asleep at night. Exactly thirty three, and I'll always remember the day I met my beautiful woman." Dean purrs out, pulling her into another passionate kiss; quickly lifting Maeve up on the pool table as things begin to heat up. They pull away though when a throat clears behind Dean, "Guys, you're still in a public place." Maeve blushes as she pushes against Dean's chest, taking note of Sam's awkward face and the glances of other occupants. "Dude, you're such a cockblock." Dean grunts out, grabbing Maeve's hand and pulls her towards the table, following after his brother.
Sam sits back down at the table where his papers are strewn. He glares at Dean, who glares back in response. Maeve bumps him slightly, "I'm hungry. I'll be right back." She mutters out, standing up to move towards the bar; not before giving Dean a kiss on the lips. A moment of silence passes over the brothers as Dean watches her go, Sam trying his hardest not too. "What's the deal, man?" Dean speaks up, looking towards his brother with a raised eyebrow. "I think we got something." Sam replies, Dean squints slightly at his brother; both knowing that's not what he meant, but he let it go.
For now.
Dean glancing back at the bar, where Maeve is paying for her meal and the drinks, she had collected. "I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh?" Dean teases, clicking his tongues as Maeve makes her way back over, placing two beers down on the table and a plate of nachos. A man follows behind her, "Here ya go." He calls, placing a burger with fries in front of Dean, a salad in front of Sam and a Coke in front of Maeve. "I'll be back with that pie." He nods towards Dean who promptly gives his woman a kiss. "I love you." He utters out, before digging in, "Thanks, Maeve." Sam utters out as they all start eating. "So, what do you got?" Dena asks after a few moments, his mouth full of food. "Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all..." Maeve had leaned over to see causing both males to get distracted, she froze; slowly turning her head to them.
Her eyes squinting between them, only to realize where they were staring, she blinks again before clearing her throat and pulling back.
"Sam, Dean... No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside." She continues on for Sam who had blushed and looked away, while Dean just smirks at her in response. Either not taking notice of his brother or deciding to let it go, Maeve couldn't tell. Dean moves to take a drink of his beer, "Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department." Sam shoots him a small glare, clearing his throat. "No. Dad says different." That definitely gains Dean's attention as he scoots closer. "What do you mean?" Dean ask, Sam points at a map that he placed on the table. "Dad noted three murders in the Same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the Same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one."
"And now we got one. All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up til first thing though right?" Dean asks, shooting eyes at Maeve who sticks her tongue out in response. He pretends to swoon, causing her to laugh; Sam watches the two with a small pained smile before speaking up. "Yeah." He utters out, the moment he does, Dean grabs Maeve's hand and pulls her up. "Good, my girl and I are gonna have a dance." He drags her off, leaving her with a smile; while Sam shakes his head. Trying his hardest not to let his heart break, she was his girl; he had Jessica. This was wrong, slamming the research closed, he quickly stands and leaves; making his way back to their hotel room.
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π»ππ ππππ πππππππ, Dean sleeps slouched in the passenger seat of the Impala, sunglasses on. Sam walks around the car, leans in and honks the horn. Dean jumps a foot. Sam sits in the drivers seat, laughing; Dean grunts, adjusting his sunglasses and mumbling. "Man, that is so not cool." He grumbles out, "I just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were...two were...out..." Sam frowns, taking note of Maeve's absence. "Where is Maeve?" Dean slightly jumps up, his head swiveling around to look for his girl; his heart racing in panic at the sight of the empty car. "I'm right here." The brothers jump as Maeve approaches from behind Sam, with two coffee cups. "Sorry, I woke up earlier; figured you could use the coffee, I know I needed one. Perks of being a human, I guess." Maeve hands the coffee to Dean, giving him a kiss at the same time. Sam looks away, clearing his throat in awkwardness. "Anyway, I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas." Sam shrugged, Dean and Maeve make eye contact with one another; a silent conversation brewing between them. "All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something."
"The house is clean." Sam replies, "Yeah, we know, you said that." Dean speaks back in annoyance, rolling his eyes. Sam shakes his head, "No, I mean it's empty. No furniture, nothing." Maeve frowns and cocks her head to the side. "Where's all their stuff?" She asks, Sam just gives her a small smirk in response.
Three hours later, it was noon when they arrive at an auction house, "You've got to be kidding me." Dean utters out in slight annoyance as Maeve chuckles in amusement. The trio get out, making their way around several upper class people mingling. Classical violin music plays, practically making Dean gag in disgust. Rich people grossed him out, and Maeve found it highly amusing. The trio wander around, looking out of place in their casual, rough clothing, Dean taking a finger food from a tray. One man especially watches them pass then excuses himself from his companion and moves toward them. "Consignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for wasps if you ask me." Maeve snorts as Sam rolls his eyes at his brother's words. Dean takes more food from a tray on a table as the man moves up behind them. "Can I help you, folks?" Dean looks him up and down and then puts more food in his mouth.
Putting on a posh voice, Dean speaks up. "I'd like some champagne please." Maeve lets out a quiet laugh as Sam turns to his brother with a nasty glare and speaks sharply. "He's not a waiter." Dean cocks an eyebrow, Sam holds out his hand to the man. "I'm Sam Connors." The man just looks at him, not moving. Sam moves the hand he's holding out to point at Dean and Maeve. "That's my brother, Dean and his girlfriend, Maeve. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited." The man stares at the trio with suspicious eyes, "You... are... art dealers." He grimaces slightly at Maeve and Dean who shoot him glares in response. "That's right." Sam bumps his brother slightly who in return; shoots him a glare. "I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now gentlemen and lady this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."
"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look." A waiter goes past with drinks on a tray, Dean quickly swipes a glass from it. "Oh. Finally." Dean turns back to the man, sniffs the glass, raises his eyebrows then turns and walks away. Sam hastily follows, shooting Dean dirty looks who turns to wink cockily at Maeve. "Cheers."
Sam, Maeve and Dean check out the items for auction and are drawn to the painting of the family. "A fine example of American Primitive wouldn't you say?" Maeve, Sam and Dean turn to see a sleek, classy, extremely good looking young woman in a black dress coming down a spiral staircase. The two males both stare at her as she turns her back while taking the final part of the stairs. Sam turns back to look at the painting again after Maeve smacked them both on the back of their heads. Dean lets out a grunt, turning to face her with a small pout. "I wasn't." He utters out, causing her to slightly scoff. "Honest, sweetheart..." Sam rolls his eyes and moves towards the woman, leaving the couple behind him. "Well, I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did." Maeve and Dean both raise brows at Sam's voice, having been distracted for a moment before making their way over to him.
"Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake." She introduces herself as the couple meet up with them. "I'm Sam. This is my...brother, Dean and his girlfriend, Maeve." Sarah takes note of the pained look on his face. Dean continues to stuff his face from passing trays, Maeve watches him with a smile. "Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" Dean turns to his brother, still chewing. "I'm good, thanks." Maeve smacks Dean lightly, before dragging him off to the side to give Sam and Sarah a moment. Sarah turns to Sam with a smile, "So, can I help you with something?" She asks, Sam gives her a smile. "Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" He asks, she smiles in response. "The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones."
"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asks, however, the man from earlier comes up behind him with a glare. "I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that." Maeve and Dean quickly make their way back over, having been eavesdropping on their conversation. "Why not?" Maeve asks, crossing her arms and cocking her head. "You're not on the guest list. And I think it's time to leave." Dean scoffs, putting on his posh voice again. "Well, we don't have to be told twice."
"Apparently, you do." The man snipped back, glaring at the trio.
"Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go." Dean raises his eyebrows and walks off with Maeve's hand in his; Sam and Sarah exchange a long look before he follows. "Dad, that was just rude." Sarah snaps at her father as she watches Sam leave with the couple.
Forty five minutes later, the trio approach their newest motel room. Dean, finally speaks up, after being silent the whole way over and during the checkin. "Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" He asks, raising a brow and cocking his head towards his brother. Maeve chuckles lowly at his words, after forty five minutes of silence; that's the first thing he wants to bring up? "Art history course. It's good for meeting girls." Maeve and Dean slowly turn to face him, Sam just shrugs back with a small smirk. Cocky shit. Dean turns towards Maeve, "Cute." She murmurs out, while unlocking the door. "It's like I don't even know you." Dean finishes, a proud smile on his face towards his brother. The trio turning to enter the room, the do not disturb door hanger, which now hangs on the door outside, is a silver outline of John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever. Disco music accompanies the trio as their eyes pans across a totally over the top retro 70s disco fantasy room. The boys look from one side of the room to the other and pause.
"Huh."
They move into the room, dumping their bags. "What was... providence?" Dean asks, wincing slightly at his own mispronunciation.
"Prov-e-nance." Sam and Maeve correct together, "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography. You know we can use them to check the history of the pieces, see if any of them have a freaky past." Sam finishes his explanation, "Huh. Well, we're not getting anything out of chuckles, but Sarah..." Dean snaps his fingers at Sam, smirking. Sam smirks back, "Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin." Maeve raises a brow at Sam's words, but Dean just laughs. "Not me." Dean winks, Maeve lets out a small chuckle at Sam's blush. "No no no, flirting is your thing Dean, used to be pick ups." Sam teases his brother who gives his girlfriend a cocky look.
"It wasn't my butt she was checking out." They exchange a look, Maeve letting out a small hum as Sam grunts slightly. "In other words, you want me to use her to get information." Sam grumbles out, "Sometimes you gotta take one for the team. Call her."
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π«πππ πππ πππ π groan causing Maeve to sigh as she shuts the book she was currently reading. "Problem, big man?" She asks, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm just bored. Why does Sammy get to have all the fun?" Maeve scoffs slightly with a small smirk as Dean falls back onto the bed. "Are you saying I'm not fun?" She asks, quickly moving to climb on top of him. His eyes widening for a split second before a smirk makes its way onto his face. "Oh, sweetheart; you're plenty fun. I just hate doing research, you know that." He explains, running his hands up and down her legs; his eyes tracing over her body. She smiles down at him, her hands grabbing onto his as she pulls them up. "I have an idea on how to pass the time." She utters out lowly, placing his hands against her breasts. "Oh?" He utters out, his apple green eyes darkening as he moves to sit up. His arms wrapping around her waist to keep her on his lap, she lets out a small giggle as she leans down to kiss him.
"Yeah."
[Smut]
Slowly, his hands caressed her thighs until one managed to slip to her underwear. The piece of fabric was warm, and when he pressed the hand further down, the man could feel how wet she was; a small moan escaped her lips as her hips raised slightly to give him the right leverage for him to slip a finger into her. He wanted to hear her, moan, beg, say his name with her voice high, filled with desire. "Dean." She utters out, he smirks; quickly pulling his hand back causing her to whimper slightly. "Easy, sweetheart. I got you." Dean's body moved quickly, flipping them over to lay her down on the bed. She struggled to keep her eyes open as Dean tossed her panties to the side, not even bothering to remove any piece of clothing, and slid his length slowly inside. Her whole body tensing as his cock filled her completely; wonderfully and a long, satisfied moan echoed in the room.
"Good, girl. Taking me so well." He coos out, his hips thrusting into her as he speaks. Her head falls back, and he takes in the gorgeous sight of her arched body. She is beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on and he was more than happy to prove it to her. "Dean." Another moan escaping her lips as he continues his movements. His lips meeting hers in a rush of passion, their bodies molding together like perfect puzzle pieces. Maeve pushes him back, causing him to frown in confusion. "Clothes, too many." She utters out, and he's immediately ripping his shirt off in a rush of movements. Maeve using her own momentum to push him over and sit on top of him once more. She shudders slightly as he slips out of her, giving both of them the opportunity to remove the rest of their clothes. Dean pauses, taking in the view, a look of awe running over his face. "What?" She asks, feeling slightly bashful all of a sudden.
He shakes his head, "You're just so beautiful." He whispers out, she smiles softly; leaning down to kiss him again. He hisses softly when her hand reaches down to grab him once more, the slick from his own cock and her pussy making it easier for her to slip back down onto him. Her head is thrown back as a low moan escapes once more from her pretty lips. He hums, enjoying the sight as she starts to bounce on him. "That's it, baby." He whispers, a smirk pulling back onto his face as she grinds herself on him. As the pace picks up, he moves to sit up causing her to gasp at the new position. "Fuck!" She moans, his arms wrapping around her waist as hers wrap around his head; giving him the perfect opportunity to take her breast into his mouth. "Dean!" She gasps, his mouthing moving along her neckline and collarbone. "That's it, sweetheart." His own hips moving up as he picks up the pace. Her body begins to stutter as she grows closer to her climax and he was following closely behind her.
She tightens around him and cums which seems to set him over the edge. The feel of him spilling out of her, makes her moan slightly as she slowly slips herself off him. They're both a mess and simultaneously trying to catch their breaths. "I think we should get back to researching." She utters out slowly, a small laugh escaping her as he looks towards her with a soft look. He pulls her close, giving her a gentle kiss. "Let me hold you a little longer."
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Another two hours pass, before Sam makes his way inside the hotel room. He eyes the couple suspiciously, but Dean is sharpening his blade on a whetstone, and Maeve is looking through some papers. She looks up and gives him a smile, he smiles back before explaining what happened while they were on their 'date.' "So, she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean questions with a raised brow and a smirk as Sam rolls his eyes. Maeve snorts slightly, correcting him with a fond look. "Provenances." Dean looks towards her with a slight pout, "Provenances?" She nods back with a laugh. "Yes. We went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers..." He holds them up, moving to sit on the chair across the table from Maeve. "And?" Dean questions, "And nothing. That's it, I left." Sam responds with a small shrug, Dean frowns and squints at his brother. "You didn't have to con her or do any...special favors or anything like that?" Maeve rolls her eyes at Dean's words. He's such a moron, but he did have a small point; it took a flash of her breasts most of the time to get something out of someone.
"Dean would you get your mind out of the gutter please?" Sam grumbles out with a glare, Dean laughs. "You know when this whole thing's done we could stick around for a little bit." Dean suggests lowly, Maeve smirks as she moves to stand. Sam cocks his head, "Why?" Sam asks, a frown on his lips. Maeve moving to grab a water from the fridge. "So you could take her out again. Obviously you're into her, even I can see that." Maeve speaks up, closing the door and leaning against the counter; opening her water to take a drink. Sam shoots her a look, "Hey, I think I've got something here." He speaks; changing the subject and looking back down to the papers. Maeve and Dean come over, Sam hands him the papers. He starts reading out loud, "'Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910.'" He reads, "Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Maeve moves to grab the journal, handing it to Dean who begins flipping through it. He starts checking against the journal, "First purchased in 1912 by Peter Simms. Peter Simms murdered 1912. Same thing in 1945. Oh, Same in 1970."
"Then stored, until it was donated to a charity aucton last month. Where the Telescas bought it. What do you think, it's haunted? Cursed?"
Dean sighs, moving towards Maeve; wrapping his arm around her waist and places his head on her shoulder. "Either way, it's toast."
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Ten minutes, down the road, the painting lays on the dirt, Sam holding the flashlight as Dean readies the matches. "Ugly ass thing. If you ask me we're doing the art world a favor." Maeve smacks him lightly, He drops the match and the painting ignites. The trio stand over it, hoping that this would be the end of their latest adventure.
Back at the motel, Maeve is packing up her bag, while brushing her teeth. Dean, who had just finished showing, rushes into the room from the bathroom, half dressed and hair wet. "We got a problem, I can't find my wallet." Maeve spins and almost drops her toothbrush, she chokes slightly as water drips from his chest. Sam, stops packing his duffel and turns to his brother with a raised eyebrow. "How is that my problem." Maeve moves to spit in the sink, trying to keep her mind on the matter at hand; not of her hands on him. "Cause, I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night." Maeve groans from the kitchen as Sam's face changes from deadpan to horrified. "You're kidding right?" He asks, "No. It's got my prints, my ID, well my fake ID anyway. We gotta get it before someone else finds it. Come on."
"Dean, put on a shirt! Jesus, give a girl a break."
"Maeve, keep your mind out of the gutter."
"Hey, man. You can't blame the girl, look at me."
"Shut up!" A pillow is thrown at Dean as the door slams closed.
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π¨π πππ πππππππ πππππ, Sam, Dean and Maeve hurry around, looking everywhere. Sam shooting his brother a nasty glare as he hisses towards him, "How do you lose your wallet Dean!" Dean throws his hands in the air and keeps looking, Maeve snorts slightly causing both brothers to shoot her a look. Sarah walks in and sees them, she smiles. "Hey guys!" They all spin around, then try and act cool. "Sarah! Hey." Sam laughs awkwardly, moving in to block her view. Maeve smacks Dean on the back of his head as she points in a direction, his eyes lighting up. "What are you doing here?" Sarah asks, cocking her head. "Ahh, we...we are leaving town and we came to say goodbye." Dean smirks, strolling over. "What are you talking about Sam, we're here for another day or two." Sam looks at Dean, confused.
Maeve steps up on his other side and gives Sarah a giant smile. Dean, to let Sam know they found it, pulls out his wallet. "Oh, Sam. By the way. I'm gonna go ahead and give you that 20 I owe you." He turns to Sarah, "I always forget, you know." Sam looks at him, disbelief written all on his face. Dean continues to hold out the cash, still with a cocky smile on his face. Sam really wanted to punch his brother, in the throat. "There you go." Sam snatches the cash from Dean, glaring at him. He turns back to Sarah, "Well, We'll leave you two crazy kids alone, we gotta go do something... somewhere." Sarah raises a brow at his words, Maeve smacks him again. "Ignore him, we'll just be looking around. See you in a minute, Samantha." They leave, Sam glaring holes in their backs as they giggle quietly to themselves.
"Samantha?" Dean asks, smirking towards the woman he loves; she smirks back. "What can I say, I saw an opportunity and I took it." He groans, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. "Have I told you I loved you, today?" She hums, pretending to think on it. "I think so, this morning. I vaguely remember, though." She teases, a smirk across her face. He nods, a smile on his lips, "Oh, really? Is that so?" The two laugh as they lean in closer, "Yeah." Their lips meet, and sparks fly; the world falls in silence as they hold one another for a few moments, their lips moving against each others like a perfect puzzle piece. "Guys!" The two break apart at the sight of Sam running towards them, almost sliding and falling in the process. "Wow, dude. Where's the fire?" Dean asks, "Not burning the painting, I just saw it!" Sam hisses in horror. "What?" The couple ask at the same time as they follow Sam outside.
They climb inside the impala, "I don't understand Dean, we burned the damn thing." Sam groans out, Maeve frowns from the back. It could be something else, or someone else. "Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious. All right, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?" Dean snips back towards his brother. "Okay, All right. Well, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the painting's subject that haunts them." Maeve pops her head in between them, "Yeah. So we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family and that creepy-ass painting." Dean nods along with her, before speaking up himself. "What were their names again?"
The trio end up in a second hand book shop, talking with the proprietor. "You said the Isaiah Merchant family right?" The man asks, Sam and Maeve stand in front of him while Dean takes a look around. "Yeah, that's right." Dean approaches, smiling and flicking through an old book with pictures of guns. Maeve rolls her eyes with an amused expression on her face, the proprietor lays a huge book of newspaper clippings the table. "I dug up every scrap of local history I could find. So are you guys crime buffs?" The man asks, raising a brow as he looks between the group. "Kinda. Yeah. Why do you ask?" Dean asks, cocking his head to the side. "Well..." He holds up a newspaper article. The lead story on the front page is, 'New Titanic Sinks, 1304 People Go To Watery Graves: Only 866 saved from 2,170 Aboard Liner Which Collides With Iceberg. Disaster Proves To Be the Greatest in Marine History of the World.' He points at a side article. It reads, 'Father Slaughters Family, Kills Himself'.
"Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right."
"The whole family was killed?"
"It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids throats, then his wife, them himself. Now he was a barber by trade. Used a straight razor."
"Why'd he do it?" Maeve asks, frowning at the picture. She couldn't shake the feeling of the little girl within it, Sam and Dean take notice of her look. "Let's look. Ahh.." He begins reading, "'People who knew him describe Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist. Wife, two sons, adopted daughter...'" He skims on... "Yeah yeah yeah... 'There were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave..' Which of course you know in that day and age...so instead, old man Isaiah...well he gave them all a shave." He draws his hand across his throat with appropriate noises, laughing. Dean joins in, but stops when Sam gives him bitchface. Maeve shakes her head at them, "Does it say what happened to the bodies?" She asks, "It says they were all cremated."
"Anything else?" Sam asks, raising a brow at the man who holds up his finger in response. "Yeah. Actually I found a picture of the family. It's right here...somewhere. Right, here it is..." It's the picture of the painting. "Hey, can we get a copy of this please?" Maeve asks, the man nods with a small smile. "Sure."
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π©πππ ππ πππ πππππ, Maeve, Sam and Dean sit at the table. "I'm telling you man, I'm sure of it. The painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down. Painting here, Dad's looking out. The painting has changed Dean." Sam points out, "All right so you think that Daddy dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbian neckties like with his family?" Dean asks, Maeve hums slightly. "Well yeah, it seems like it. But if his bones are already dusted how are we gonna stop him?" She asks, cocking her head to the side. Dean smiles at her adorable look, he really loves the cute faces she makes. "All right, well. If Isaiah's position changed then maybe other things in the painting did too. It could give us some clues." Dean replies, "What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?" Dean and Maeve give Sam a totally blank look at his reference. "I don't...know. uhh...I'm still waiting for the movie on that one. Anyway, we gotta get back in and see that painting."
Dean rises and moves across to the bed, throwing himself onto his back and crossing his arms. Maeve smiles at his actions, "Which is a good thing cause you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend." Dean teases, shooting a look towards Sam who gives his brother a bitch face in return. "Dude. Enough already." Sam grumbles out, "What?" Dean shrugs it off, knowing exactly what he was doing, but tries to play it off. "What? Ever since we got here you been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, all right?" Sam snaps in annoyance, Maeve sighs; giving him a sympathetic look. "Well, you like her don't you?" She asks, cocking her head to the side. Sam raises his arms and eyes to the ceiling.
"All right, you like her, she likes you, you're consenting adults..." Maeve hints, Sam groans getting frustrated by the duo. "What's the point, guys, We'll just leave, we always leave." Sam asks the couple, looking between them with a glare. He understood they were trying to help him, but it's already bad enough they are shoving their relationship in his face and now they're messing with his life. "Well, I'm not talking about marriage Sam." Dean utters out, Sam growls, agitated. "I don't get it, why do you care if I hook up?" Dean shrugs, speaking calmly. "Cause then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time." Sam stares at him, then huffs out a breath and looks away. Dean sits up on the bed, "You know, seriously Sam, this isn't just about hooking up, okay? I mean, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you."
Sam sighs and scratches his head. Dean watches closely. The mood grows somber as Dean looks towards his brother with a sad look. "And...I don't mean any disrespect but I'm sure this is about Jessica right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that...but...I would think that she would want you to be happy." He speaks softly, Sam is quiet and listening now, tears in his eyes. "God forbid have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?" Maeve tries to make herself smaller, this was something between them. She didn't need to be involved, but she's kinda stuck here. Sam sighs, speaking softly. "Yeah, I know she would." Sam gives a half smile, then sighs heavily. "Yeah, you're right. Part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part."
"What's it about?" Sam refuses to answer. "Yeah all right." He lies back again and crosses his arms, "Well we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah...so..." Sam picks up the phone, clearing his throat. Dean shakes his head and closes his eyes, settling in. Maeve stands, moving to lay on the bed next to him; his arm immediately wrapping around her waist as she lays on him. There is a small pause, before Sam speaks up, an awkward tone in his voice. "Hey, Sarah, it's Sam. Good. Good, yeah. What about you?" Dean opens one eye slightly, watching his brother. Sam starts awkwardly repeating himself, "Yeah good, really good." Dean smiles, whispering across the room. "Smooth..." Maeve smacks him on the chest causing him to grunt.
"So...so ah listen. Me and my brother, we were...uh...thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again." Dean once more shakes his head and closes his eyes. "I think maybe we are interested in buying it...what!?" At Sam's tone Dean snaps to attention, Sam stands up in horror causing the couple to jump up as well. "Who'd you sell it to?" Maeve and Dean rise up, listening closely. "Sarah, I need an address right now."
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π»ππ ππππππ πππππ up and the boys jump out. Sarah appears from the car waiting in the driveway, the trio get out and make their way towards her. "Sam, what's happening." Sam runs past her, "I told you, you shouldn't have come." Maeve and Dean join Sam, the trio run up the stairs to the front porch. Dean starts banging on the door. "Hello, anyone home?" Dean calls out, "You said Evelyn might be in danger, what sort of danger?" Sam asks, turning towards Sarah who stares at them with wide eyes. "I can't knock this sucker down. I gotta pick it." Dean starts to pick the lock as Sam bangs on the windows, which are covered with metal security bars. Maeve makes her way to the back side of the house to try the back door, only to come up short. "What are you guys, burglars?"
"I wish it was that simple. Look you really should wait in the car. It's for your own good." Dean gets the door open, Maeve and Sam quickly follows him inside. "The hell I will. Evelyn's a friend." Sarah runs in after them, Maeve sighs slightly with an eye roll. Humans, so determined to not listen. "Evelyn?" Sarah calls out, "Evelyn."
They enter the lounge, Evelyn sits half turned away from them. The painting has changed, Isaiah now looks at his daughter rather than straight ahead. "Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake...Are you all right?" Sarah reaches to touch Evelyn's shoulder. Sam tries to grab her to stop her, "Sarah don't. Sarah!" It's too late, Evelyns's head tips back, exposing that her slashed throat. "Oh my God. Oh My God!" Sam puts his arm around her and shepherds her out of the room. Dean and Maeve stare at the body in silence before they follow the couple out; it was too bad another person had to die because of this painting.
Forty five minutes later, Dean sits at the bar with the laptop, Sam paces and Maeve watches him with a raised brow. There is a knock on the door, Sam rushes forward and opens it. Sarah storms past him, a horrified look on her face. "Hey. You all right?" Sam asks her, she spins to face him with a glare. "No actually, I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyns, alone, and found her like that." Dean and Maeve smirk while Sam looks relieved. "Thank you." He utters out lowly, "Don't thank me, I'm about to call them right back and tell them what the hell's going on. Who's killing these people!" Sam looks at Dean, who raises his eyebrows. Maeve sighs, speaking up. "What." She states, Sarah spins looking towards the fellow dark haired female with a frown. "What?" She asks, "It's not 'who'. It's 'what' is killing those people." She replies, Sarah looks at her like she's insane.
Sam sighs, "Sarah, you saw that painting move." Sarah glares once more, growing agitated by the unfamiliar knowledge. "No...no I was...I was seeing things. It's impossible." She cries out, shaking her head as tears gather in her eyes, this was impossible! "Yeah well, welcome to our world." Dean speaks up, "Sarah, I know this sounds crazy...but we think that that painting is haunted." Sarah sniggers but the tears are still in her eyes. "You're joking." She looks from one to the other of them, the trio just stare at her. "You're not joking. God, the guys I choose to go out with." Maeve snorts slightly, "Sarah, think about it. Evelyn, the Telesca's, 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." Sarah takes in a deep breath. "Then I guess you'd better show me. I'm coming with you."
"What? No. Sarah no, you should just go home. This stuff can get dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt." Sam tries to stop her from coming along, but Maeve knew from the look on her face; that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this? Then me and my Dad sold this painting that got these people killed. Look I'm not saying I'm not scared because I am scared as hell but... I'm not going to run and hide either." Sarah strides to the door, opening it and turning to face the trio. "So, are we going or what?" She walks out. "Sam?" Sam looks across to where Dean is sitting. Dean points out the door after Sarah.
"Marry that girl."
The group of four are now back outside of the house, Sam is picking the lock while the other three keep watch. "Ahhh...isn't this a crime scene?" Sarah asks, raising a brow at them. "You've already lied to the cops, what's another infraction." Dean snarks as Sam gets the door open. Once inside Sam lifts the painting down from the wall and they examine it. "Aren't you worried that it's...gonna kill us?" Sarah questions, "Nah, it seems to do its thing at night. I think we're all right in the daylight." Sam replies back with a shake of his head. Dean starts comparing the picture in the book with the painting. "Babe, Sam, check it out. The razor, it's closed in this one but it's open in that one." They move in closer to him, "What are you guys looking for?" Sarah questions again, looking between them like they were crazy, but slightly intrigued by their line of 'work'.
"Well if the spirits changing aspects of the painting maybe it's doing so for a reason." Maeve suggests, shrugging her shoulders. "Hey hey look at this. The painting in the painting." Sam points out, "Looks like a crypt, or a mausoleum or something." Dean looks around, grabs a thick glass ashtray and uses it as a magnifying glass. He reads the name on the Mausoleum out loud for everyone to hear. "Merchant."
It was dark when Maeve, Sam, Dean and Sarah walk through the graves. "This is the third boneyard we've checked. I think this ghost is jerking us around." Dean grumbles out, causing Maeve to snort slightly. "So, this is what you guys do for a living?" Sarah asks, looking between the trio with a raised eyebrow. "Not exactly. We don't get paid." Sam utters out, Dean and Maeve smiling in agreement; it'd be nice if they got paid for this. "Well, Mazel tov.." Dean spots the mausoleum, "Over there." Dean breaks the lock and they enter, pushing aside the cowbwebs. There is a number of name plates as well as four urns in front of little glass fronted boxes. Sarah looks into one of the cases at a doll. "Okay, that right there is one of the creepiest things I've ever seen." Sarah utters out, "Under any other circumstance, I would agree; but the shit I've seen doesn't even begin to compare." Maeve replies, the brothers both laugh lightly at her words leaving Sarah confused at their own inside joke. "It was a...sort of tradition at the time. Whenever a child died sometimes they'd preserve the kids favorite toy in a glass case, put it next to the headstone or crypt."
"Notice anything strange here?"
"Where do I start?"
Sam sniggers, looking at her.
"No, look at the urns."
"There are only four."
"Yeah, Mom and the three kids. Daddy dearest isn't here."
"So, where is he?"
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π»ππ ππππ πππππππ, Maeve and Dean are gathering more research about the family, leaving Sam and Sarah alone outside. It doesn't take them long, but as they head outside; they pause. Maeve gives Dean a nudge as he watches them with a smirk, giving them another minute before they make their way over to the pair. Dean, being Dean, pops his head up between them. "Are we interrupting something?" Maeve smacks him lightly on the back causing him to chuckle lowly. Sam quickly shakes his head, "No." He utters out, "No, not at all." The couple look between them. "Huh. Apparently." Dean mutters lowly with a smirk, "So, what'd you get?" Sam asks, clearing his throat. "Paydirt. Apparently the surviving relatives of the Merchant family were so ashamed of Isaiah that they didn't want him interred with the rest of the family. So, they gave 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."
"So, there are bones to burn?"
"There are bones to burn."
"Tell me you know where."
Maeve smiles and holds up the documentation that held the information they needed. "We know where."
Later, night has fallen once more, Dean and Sam dig, Sarah holds a flashlight, while Maeve keeps lookout. Dean having argued that he didn't want her digging, "You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this." Sarah states, the brothers pause for a moment; falling into a silent realization that they really have grown used to this. Maeve just found shit like this normal, she was a supernatural creature who could turn people to stone; this was a normal Tuesday evening for her. "Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?" Sarah smirks down at the taller male, Maeve smiles, catching their looks. "Think I've got something." Dean calls as he moves to crack open the coffin lid to reveal a body. The brother climb out to get ready to burn it.
Dean pours the salt, Sam the kerosene, Maeve hums lightly as she strikes to match. "Easy, pyro." Dean teases gently, she laughs softly as she drops the match onto the body. "You've been a real pain in the ass Isaiah. Good riddance." They all stand and watch it burn.
An hour later, the Impala pulls up, Sam opens the passenger door. "Keep the motor running." He calls to his brother as he climbs out. "I thought the painting was harmless now?" Sarah asks, raising a brow. "Better to be safe than sorry." Sarah frowns for a moment, before getting out as well. "I'm coming with you." Maeve and Dean shoot each other looks, "You sure?" Sam asks, Sarah doesn't answer, she just heads up to the house. Dean leans over to call out to Sam, "Hey! hey hey. We'll stay here, you go make your move." Sam rolls his eyes and follows after the female, "Sam. Sam!" As Sarah and Sam move up the stairs Dean turns on the radio. A love ballad is heard. Grimacing, Sam turns around and gives Dean bitchface. Dean makes a 'what?' gesture, Sam motions him to cut off the music. Sighing, Dean turns it off with a pout as Maeve snickers quickly.
She quickly slips into the front seat and gives Dean a kiss, "You're mean." She utters out, he hums in agreement, the duo going back to watching the house. Just in case this really wasn't over, they hoped it was. Maeve's eyes widen, "Dean!" She calls as the door slams shut, "Spoke too soon!" The duo jump out of the impala and run up to the house. Dean beats Maeve up the stairs and starts shoving at the door. Inside, Sam also runs to the door and yanks on it. "Dean! That you?" They could faintly hear Sam call out, "Sammy, you all right?" Sam grabs out his phone and calls Dean, he immediately answers. "Tell me you slammed the front door." Dean calls out to his brother, putting his phone on speaker. "No, it wasn't me. I think it was the little girl." Maeve and Dean make eye contact with each other at the new information. "Girl? What girl?"
"I think she's out of the painting, I think it's been her all along." Maeve silently curses in annoyance, they burned a man's bones for no reason. That was not a good mark in the book, "Wasn't the Dad looking down at her? Maybe he was trying to warn us..." Maeve speaks up, silently feeling a little guilty for messing with the man's bones. "Hey hey hey, let's recap later all right? Get us out of here." Sam calls back, "Well, I'm trying to pick the lock, the door won't budge." Dean calls back; having handed the phone over to Maeve the moment he started to try and pick the lock. "Well, knock it down." Sam snips back, "Okay genius, let me just grab my battering ram." Dean huffs out, Maeve snorts, despite the situation, they still knew how to argue like siblings. "Dean, the damn thing is coming." Sam snarls over the speaker. "Well, you're just gonna have to hold it off until we figure something out. Get some salt or iron." Maeve responds, finally getting a little annoyed at Sam's reaction.
"Come on." Sam rummages through the kitchen drawers, Sarah the lounge cupboards. "What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low-sodium freaks." He speaks towards Sarah as he meets back up with her. "Hey, did you find any iron?" He asks, "No. What's it for?" She turns to face him. "Iron repels evil spirits but it's gotta be pure. Hurry."
He turns to speak into the phone, "Dean give me a sec, don't go anywhere."
Outside Dean leaves the front door and starts walking the front porch looking for entrances.
Sam turn back to Sarah, "Look in the chair. Sometimes the seats." The lounge doors slam shut, wind blows papers everywhere. The girl appears, dragging her doll along the floor by one foot, a razor in her other hand. "Sam?" Sam backs up, keeping Sarah behind him. The ghost comes closer, moving in an inhuman manner. "That is just so wrong." Sam backs into the fireside implements, grabs the poker and swings at the ghost. She disappears, "Iron?" Sarah asks, "Yeah."
Dean's voice comes back over the phone, "Sammy, you okay?" He asks, "Yeah, for now." Sam breaths out. "How we gonna waste her?" Maeve asks, frowning slightly at her own choice of words. She was spending way too much time with Dean. "I don't know, she was already cremated. There's nothing left to burn." Sam responses, looking around the house for a sign of the demonic little shit. "Then, how's she still around?" Maeve asks, looking towards her man with a raised eyebrow. "There must be something else."
"Sam wait. We used to handle antique dolls at the auction."
"Well that's fascinating Sarah, but is it important right now?"
"Sam, timing aside, don't be a shit."
Ignoring Maeve's words, even though she appreciated them; Sarah answers. "Well back then they use to make the dolls in the kids image, I mean everything, They would use the kid's real hair." Sam's eyes widen in realization as Dean and Maeve make eye contact with each other in realization. "Human remains, the same as bones." Maeve speaks up, the trio all speaking together at the final answer.
"The Mausoleum!"
Dean races the Impala toward the graveyard, driving through the locked gates.
Back at the house the wind rises again. Sam raises the poker. A heavy cupboard comes across the room, knocking him over and pinning him on the ground. Sarah runs to help, calling his name. She hears a noise and spins, coming face to face with the ghost
Dean screeches the Impala to a halt and leaps out of the car, running into the mausoleum; Maeve following close behind. He pounds at the glass container, then smashes at it with the butt of his gun, but it doesn't break. He turns to run back to the car, "Dean!" Maeve shouts, he stops, turning back to her with wide eyes. She points to the gun in his hand with a raised eyebrow. He grimaces, "Come on Dean! Thanks, sweetheart." Dean pulls Maeve behind him and shoots the glass, lifting his other arm to protect his face. He uses the gun to knock out the rest of the glass until he can grab the doll.
Back at the house Sarah is thrown through the air by the ghost.
Dean grabs the doll, reaches for his lighter, it refuses to light. "Come on come on!" Maeve rolls her eyes, pulling out a the box of matches she still had on her body from earlier. "Dean, give it here."
Sarah pulls herself along the floor and pushes herself up against the wall, watching the ghost approach while raising the razor. Sam uses all his strength to push the cupboard slowly away from him.
She catches the doll, quickly lighting the match and holding it to the dolls hair. It begins to smoke and then to burn.
The Ghost raises the razor, preparing to strike. "No!" Sam dives for Sarah pulling her out of the way just as the ghost is about to bring the razor down. At the Same moment the ghost rears back, burning up. As she burns her figure reappears back in the painting. Sam and Sarah lay on the floor together, looking around, then at each other.
Dean looks at the burnt doll on the floor of the mausoleum, then pulls out his phone. Sam answers, "Sam, you good?" Dean asks his brother, Sam takes in a breath and groans. "Not bad." He leans back against the wall next to Sarah, both looking exhausted.
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π¬ππππ πππππππ, Dean approaches where Sam, Maeve and Sarah stand watching the painting be crated up. Dean holds up some papers. "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." Maeve raises a brow towards her lover. "She killed them?" Maeve asks Dean who nodded, "Yeah. Who'd suspect her? Sweet little girl. So then she kills Isaiah and his family, the old man takes the blame. His spirit's been trying to warn people ever since." A worker approaches the group of four. "So, where's this one go?" The man asked, "Take it out back and burn it." Everyone stops and looks at her, "I'm serious guys. Thanks." The man nods, walking off, allowing Sarah to turn to the monster hunting group. "So why'd 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 explains to Sarah, "Maybe. I don't really care. It's over, we move on." Dean utters out as he wraps his arm around Maeve's waist. "I guess this means you're leaving." Sarah asks, Dean looks from Sam to Sarah. Sam stares at Dean until he gets it, Maeve looking between them with a small smirk. "I'll go wait in the car. See you Sarah." Dean stands awkwardly for a second, then nods and walks away. He immediately starts grumbling under his breath,
"I'm the one that burned the doll, destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything." Sam turns to Maeve next, his eyebrow raised; she raises one back. "Hey, I'm still here for a good reason." She tells him, turning towards Sarah with a smile. "Bathroom?" Sarah laughs gently, pointing towards the back. "Thanks." Maeve leaves for the bathroom, knowing it would be a long car ride, so better to do her business now.
"There are a million things I wanna say to you but for the life of me I can't think of one."
"Yeah, I'll miss you too."
"You know there's a lesson in all of this."
"What's that?"
"We all got through this in one piece. I didn't get hurt."
Sam laughs, "Yeah, I'm glad for that." Sarah smirks up at him, "So, maybe you're not cursed. Maybe...maybe you'll come back and see me." She hints, just as Maeve exits the bathroom and heads in their direction. "I will."
Ouside, Dean is leaning against the car. He watches Sarah let Sam and Maeve out of the house, closing the door. Shaking his head, he turns to get into the car. There is a knock in the window, Dean having heard the knock and turns around to see Maeve smiling and pointing over to Sam who is locked in a kiss with Sarah. Maeve grins as she climbs in the backseat, Dean smiles at the sight. "That's my boy."
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