Moved my computer to my bed, now gotta figure out how I'm going to look at my phone while I do this....

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Episode: Season 1 Episode 19

Part: 4

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

Enjoy~!

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~In the motel room~

Sam and Dean were sitting at the table, (M/n) on the bed as usual.

"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 argued with his brother.

"All right, so you think that daddy dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbian neckties like he did with his family?"

"Well, yeah, it seems like it. But if his bones are already dusted, then how are we gonna stop him?" The youngest asked.

"All right, well, Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, You know it could give us some clues."

"What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?"

Dean gave Sam a totally blank look. "I don't...know. Uhh, I'm still waiting for the movie on that onw. Anyway, we gotta get back in and see that painting." Dean stood up and moved across to the bed, throwing himself onto his back next to (M/n), crossing his arms.

"Which is a good thing, cause you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend."

"Dude, enough already."

"What?"

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

"Well, you like her, don't you?" Sam rose his arms and eyes to the ceiling. (M/n) could feel the tension rising.

"All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults..."

"What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave. We always leave." Sam's voice rose, he was getting frustrated/

"Well, I'm not talking about marriage, Sam."

"You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?" The younger Winchester said, agitated.

"Cause then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time." His brother said calmly. Sam stared at him, then huffed and looked away.

"You know, seriously Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean. I...I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you." Dean sat up Sam scratched his head, sighing.

"And...I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm sure this is about Jessica, right? Now I don't know what its like to lose somebody like that....btu,...I would think that she would want you to be happy." Sam was quiet, listening. Tears welled up in his eyes.

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

"Yeah, I know she would." He finally said, softly. (M/n) didn't know who this Jessica was, but he could tell she meant a lot to Sam.

Sam gave half a smile, then sighed heavily.

"Yeah, you're right. Part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part."

"What's it about?" Dean asked, Sam refused to answer.

"Yeah, all right." He laid back down and crossed his arms again. "Well, we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah, so..."

Sam picked up his phone, cleared his throat and called her. Dean shook his head and closed his eyes, settling in.

"Sarah, hey, it's Sam. hey, hi....Good, good, yeha. Umm. What about you?" Sam said awkwardly.

Dean opened one eye slightly, watching his brother.

"Yeah goo, good, really good."

"Smooth..." Dean whispered.

"So, ah, so listen. Me and my brother, were...uh...thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again. I....I think maybe we're interested in buying it." He paused. "What!?"

At Sam tone of voice, it snapped Dean's attention.

"Who'd you sell it to?" Sam stood up, now grabbing (M/n)'s attention.

"Sarah, I need an address right now." Sam said urgently.

~Evelyn's house~

The Impala roared up and the boys jump out. Sarah appeaered from the car waiting in the driveway.

"Sam, what's happening?"

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

Dean and(M/n) joined Sama dn they run up the stairs to the front porch. Dean starts banging o the door.

"Hello, anyone home?" He yelled.

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

"I can't knock this sucker down. I gotta pick it." Dean said, He got down to the lock, but (M/n) pushed him out of the way.

"There's no time for that." With on swift kick, the demon knocked the door down. The three adults next to him looked at him in awe.

"What?"

"What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah asked, starting to panic.

"I wish it was that simple. Look you really should wait in the car. It's for your own good."

Dean went inside, (M/n) and Sam trailing behind him.

"The hell I will. Evelyn's a friend." She said, running behind them.

"Evelyn?"

"Evelyn."

They enter the living room, Evelyn sits half turned away from them. The painting has changed, Isaiah now look at his daughter rather then straight ahead.

"Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake....Are you all right?"" She started to reach out to tough Evelyn's shoulder.

"Sarah don't. Sarah!" Sam yelled.

Evelyn's head tips back, exposing her slashed throat. Sarah screamed.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!!" Sam puts his arm around her and rushes her out of the room.

(M/n) looked at the painting, Dean looking at it with him.

~Motel Room~

Dean sits at the bar with the laptop, Sam paces. There is a knock on the door. Sam opened it and Sarah storms past him.

"Hey. You all right?"

"No, actually, I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's, alone, and found her like that. And had to explain the door." She glared at (M/n). He just smiled innocently. Dean smirked while Sam looked relieved.

"Thank you." He simply said.

"Don't thank me. I'm about to call them right back it you don't tell me what the hell's going on. Who's killing these people?"

Sam looked at his brother, who raises his eyebrows.

"What." Sam said to the girl infront of him.

"What?"

"Its not 'who'. It's 'what' is killing those people." Sarah looked at him like he's insane.

Sam sighed. "Sarah, you saw that painting move."

"No...no I was....I was seeing thing. It's impossible." She said agitated.

"Yeah, well, welcome to our world." Dean said. "Also that one is not human, that's how he got the door down." Dean said, pointing to (M/n).

"Then what the hell are you?" She asked, looking at the boy.

He looked at Dean, who nodded. "A demon." (M/n) made his eyes turn all black with a blink and back to normal. Sarah's eyes widened.

"Sarah, I know this sounds crazy...but we think that that painting it haunted."

She started to laugh, tears in her eyes. "You're joking." She looks from one to the other. They all stared at her.

"You're not joking. God, the guys I go out with."

"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 yo stop it. And that's the truth." The younger Winchester told the girl.

She took 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...and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this? Well, me and my dad sold that painting that mighta 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." She turned and walked to the door. She turned back "So are we going or what?" The she walked out.

"Sam?" Sam look across to where his brother was sitting. Dean points out the door after Sarah.

"Marry that girl."