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SEASON 01, EPISODE 19

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Delaney sat next to Sam at a high-top table in a small bar. There was a local band playing on the small stage across from the bar, where Dean was flirting with a girl whose top was so low Delaney could practically see the girl's boobs from where she was sat. She rolled her eyes and went back to flipping through the newspaper that was spread out on the table while Sam flipped through their dad's journal.

"Sammy, does this scream anything to you?" Delaney flipped the newspaper around to face Sam and she pointed at the article that read COUPLE'S THROATS SLASHED IN OWN HOME. 

"Could be something we should look into," Sam said as he scanned the article quickly.

Delaney grinned, happy to be able to go on another hunt since the three of them had been coming up short on things to hunt lately. John still hadn't showed his face or called them so they had been scrambling to find things to do while they both waited for John and looked for him at the same time. She waved at Dean to come to the table, but he merely looked at her before going back to talking to the girl.

"I don't like that look in your eye. Are you going to embarrass him?"

"Yep, no one ignores Delaney Winchester," Delaney huffed as she slid off the stool, earning an amused chuckle from her brother. She marched over to Dean and the girl and flashed a fake smile at her. "Excuse us please." 

Dean yelped as Delaney grabbed his ear and began tugging him over to the table as he tried to not to spill the glasses of beer in his hand that were meant for him and Sam. He placed them down on the table and glared at his baby sister. "I told you not to grab me by the ear, Delaney!"

Delaney shrugged her shoulders, obviously not caring. "Next time don't ignore me. Sammy and I might have something here."

"Yeah so do I! We should talk a little leave for a bit, don't you think? I am so in the door with this one here," Dean pointed over to the brunette who twisted her seat back and forth, looking none too pleased that Dean had been pulled away from her.

Sam crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. "Oh? What are we today, Dean? Rock stars? Cops?"

Dean pressed his hands onto the table as he leaned towards his two siblings. "We're L.A. TV scouts looking for people with special skills."

"I see someone with a special something right in front of me," Delaney mumbled as her eyes flickered up to Dean's.

Dean either didn't hear her or decided to ignore her comment because he continued, "She's got a friend over there, Sammy. I can probably hook you up. What do you think?"

"I'm pretty sure Sam can get his own dates, Dean," Delaney cut in and Sam shot her an appreciative look for backing him up.

"He can, but he don't."

Sam scrunched up his face as he stared at Dean. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Dean was quiet for a long moment before shaking his head. "Nothing. What do you guys got?"

"Um, Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York, were both found dead in their home just a few days ago," Delaney read from the article. "It says that their throats were slit, there were no prints, no murder weapons, all - " She stopped talking when she noticed Dean wasn't even paying attention to her and was staring at the brunette girl and her friend over his shoulder. "DEAN!"

Dean jumped slightly at the loudness of Delaney's tone and turned to face her again.

"No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and windows were locked from the inside," Delaney continued once she knew that she had his attention again. 

Dean took a sip from his beer and nodded slowly. "I mean, it could just be a garden-variety murder. You know, not our department."

"No, Dad says different," Sam said and turned their dad's journal around for Dean to see. "Look. Dad noted three murders in the same area of Upstate New York. First one, right here, 1912. The second in 1945, and the third in 1970. The same M.O. as the Telescas - the throats were slit, the houses were locked from the inside. So much time passed between the murders that nobody checked the pattern except for Dad. He always kept his eyes peeled for another one."

"And now we got one," Dean concluded, leaning his arms on the table again.

"Exactly," Delaney grinned.

Dean nodded and his eyes scanned the information John had written down about the previous murders. "Okay, fine, yeah. I'm with you guys. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up till first thing, though, right?"

"Yeah," Sam replied and Dean was gone in the next instant. "Dean..."

"Just let him go," Delaney waved him off as she watched him flash both girls his infamous charming smile. Of course now that Sam had turned down his offer for hooking him up, Dean was working the charm on both ladies. "If we let him go, he'll shut up."

Sam closed up their dad's journal and folded up the newspaper. "Tired? Wanna go back to the motel?"

"Oh my God, yes please!"

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Delaney grimaced as she stepped foot into the Telescas' bedroom. There were blood stains on the walls and all over the floors, her foot sticking to a bit of dried blood under her sneakers. The sight made Delaney want to vomit, but she held back and switched on the EMF meter and swept around the room. 

Sam had taken the downstairs and Dean took the passenger seat in the car as he passed out on the way to the house. Dean had come back at four am to their room and it woke Delaney up, so needless to say Delaney was not Dean's biggest fan at the moment. She actually thought about kicking his ass, but she settled for yelling at him as quietly as possible so Sam wouldn't also be woken up. Then she laid back down on fell asleep and forced him to sleep with Sam as punishment since Dean liked to share a bed with her because she was tiny and didn't take up a big portion of the bed like Sam did. 

Sucks to be Dean.

After coming up empty in all of the rooms upstairs, Delaney jogged back down to the first floor as Sam had just finished his search and pocketed his EMF meter. "You find anything, Sammy?"

"Nope, it's clear," Sam replied as the two exited the house and began their way back to the Impala. "How about you?"

Delaney shook her head and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "I got nothing. It was as if no spirit was ever in the house." She froze by the side of the car when she heard Dean's soft snores from the passenger seat, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "Sammy, I have to."

Sam followed her gaze and licked his lips as he had followed her train of thought. "I would be mad if you didn't."

Delaney flashed her brother a wink before she skipped over to the driver's side window, reaching in through the open window and holding her hand down on the car horn.

Dean startled awake at the loud sound and he groaned as his two younger siblings got in the car in fits of laughter. "So not cool, Delaney."

"Sorry, it was too easy," Delaney giggled behind her hand as Dean laid his head back down on the windowsill, his hand holding his forehead.

"Anyways, we swept the Telesca house with the EMF. It's clean," Sam informed and turned to Dean as he pulled off his sunglasses, squinting at his brother as he spoke to him. "And last night while you were... out..."

Dean chuckled softly with a smirk. "Oh, good times."

"Sam and I checked the history of the house," Delaney continued for Sam. "No hauntings, no violent crimes, nothing strange about the Telescas themselves, either."

Dean rubbed a hand over his face as he sat up a bit in his seat. "Okay, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents - a cursed object or something."

"House is clean," Sam reminded.

"You said that."

Delaney shook her head and leaned her chin on the back of the front seat. "No, no. He means like there was no furniture downstairs."

"Where's all their stuff?"

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The three Winchesters found themselves at a fancy auction house where a silent auction was being held, all the Telesca's furniture supposedly being brought over there. The furniture that wasn't drenched in blood at least. They definitely stood out against the other people there since everyone else was dressed in suits and dresses and they were dressed in jeans, flannels, boots and jackets. 

"Silent auctions, estate sales - it's like a garage sale for W.A.S.P.s, if you ask me," Dean commented as he picked up and inspected multiple items on the table they passed by. He reached out and grab two hor dourves off a passing waiter's plate and shoved one into his mouth.

"Can I help you guys?" A man asked from behind them.

Dean chewed on his food as he took in the man in front of them. "I'd like some champagne, please."

"Dude..." Delaney scolded, making a face her brother spoke with his mouth open. Gross.

"He's not a waiter," Sam told Dean whose face fell in slight embarrassment. "I'm Sam Connors. This is my brother, Dean, and my sister, Delaney. We are art dealers with Connors Limited."

The man seemed skeptical with Sam's fabricated story. "You're art dealers?"

"That's right," Delaney smiled politely.

"I'm Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, gentlemen and miss, this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."

Dean finished chewing his food and laughed quietly. "Oh, don't worry. We're there, Chuckles. You just need to take another look." He turned just as a waiter passed by with a flute of champagne on his tray. "Finally!"

"I'm so sorry for him," Delaney quickly apologized to Daniel. "He was dropped on his head as a baby." She flashed Dean a harsh look before pushing him in the opposite direction of Daniel.

For the next few minutes, the siblings looked around the small area that held all of the Telesca's furniture and items from the house. So far nothing seemed to scream possessed or haunted. It was mostly just drawers and decorations for around the house. 

One item had Delaney halt in her tracks as she stopped in front of it. It was a painting of a family with two parents and three children, two boys and one girl with a doll held tightly in her left arm. The mom sat on a chair while the two sons stood to her left and the daughter to her right, their father stood behind the chair,  the father looking down at the daughter instead of directly forward like everyone else. It seemed as if it were painted in the 1900s and all the members of the family had blank expressions on their faces. 

"A fine example of American Primitive, wouldn't you say?" A voice said from behind them.

Delaney looked over her shoulder to see a tall, dark haired woman in a black dress and heels descending the spiral staircase behind her and her brothers. Dean slapped Sam's arm frantically as he took in the sight of the beautiful woman that stopped in front of them.

Sam turned to face her and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. "Well, I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses... but you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did."

The woman bowed her head as she tried to her hide smile and looked sheepish as she had been caught by Sam. "Guilty, and clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake."

Delaney rose her eyebrows as she watched Sarah eye Sam up and down as if he were a slab of meat. She exchanged a look with Dean behind Sam's back, who had grabbed another handful of hor dourves and shoved it into his mouth.

"I'm Sam and this is my brother..." Sam trailed off as he saw Dean's full mouth and gave him a what the hell look. "Dean and my sister Delaney."

Sarah turned to Dean with an amused smile. "Um, Dean, can we get you some more mini quiche?"

"Mnh-mnh," Dean hummed around his food as he continued to happily chew his food. "I'm good. Thanks."

"So, can I help you with something?" Sarah questioned, turning back to Sam.

"Yeah, actually," Sam responded and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the painting. "What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?"

Sarah rocked back on her heels and clasped her hands in front of her. "The whole thing is pretty grisly if you ask me, selling their things this soon. Dad's right about one thing - sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones."

Sam and Sarah seemed to smile at each other for a long moment, Dean and Delaney bouncing their eyes curiously between the two. "Is it possible to see the provenances?"

"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that," Daniel shot down as he approached the small circle the four had created.

"Why is that?" Delaney questioned.

Daniel's eyes swept between the three siblings in irritation. "You're not on the guest list... and I think it's time to leave."

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

"Apparently you do," Daniel fired back and Delaney quickly grabbed the back of Dean's jacket before he could even move to do anything to Daniel. He was an ass, but Dean hitting him wouldn't solve that.

"Okay, it's alright," Sam whispered to his brother before turning to Daniel and Sarah. "I'm sorry. We don't want any trouble. We'll go."

Dean grumbled to himself as he was pushed out of the auction house. "That guy was a jerk," he huffed as he got into the front seat and started the car up, pulling out of the parking lot to head over to the nearest motel.

"He wouldn't have been if you weren't an ass to him, Dean," Delaney chided as she popped her head between her brothers. "What happened to it being all about confidence?"

"Well, I'm confident he's a jerk and I want to punch him in his holier than thou face," Dean countered.

Delaney rolled her eyes and relaxed in the back seat until Dean was pulling into a spot in the motel's parking lot. He came out of the motel's office within the next few minutes with their room key and grabbed their duffles from the back, handing them to his siblings and leading them over to Room 12. 

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses - what?" Dean spoke as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket and stuck it into the keyhole.

"I may have brushed up on some artists during research for different hunts. It's good for meeting girls."

"It's like I don't even know you," Dean teased as he pushed the door open.

Delaney stepped into the room and froze as she took in the sight of the room, her two brothers bumping into her back at her sudden halting. The walls had a white and black circle wallpaper, disco music played the second the door closed behind Sam, there was a half circle bar to their left with two white chairs in front of it and a small circle mirror behind it, a wall made out of black and white circles was on either side of the middle of the room acting as an entrance way with two white beds behind it. 

"What the Hell?" Delaney breathed as her eyes still couldn't process the atrocity that was their room. Did she suddenly step into 1972?

Her brothers merely mumbled a huh and then walked around their sister to drop their bags on the beds. 

"What was the providence?" Dean asked.

"Provenance," Delaney corrected as she finally snapped out of her state of shock and walked over to her brothers, dropping her bag on the same bed as Sam's. "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography. We can use them to track the history of the pieces. See if anything has a freaky past."

"We're not getting anything out of Chuckles," Dean said, opening his duffle bag and taking out his stuff. "but, uh, Sarah..."

Sam nodded, taking out whatever he needed from his own bag. "Maybe you can get her to write it on a napkin."

Delaney licked her lips and smirked up at her brother. "No, Sammy. That's all you."

Sam laughed and shook his head. "No, no, no. Pick ups are Dean's thing."

"It wasn't my butt she checked out," Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam, making it clear that Sam was going to be one to get information out of the girl. It was a nice - yet odd at the same time - change from the usual dynamic of their hunts. Dean would flirt his way into information and then they would attack. Now it was Sam who had to take the reins on this.

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

Dean dropped himself onto the bed next to his duffle and began to check all the weapons inside to make sure they were loaded and okay. "Sometimes you got to take one for the team, little brother."

"Call her." 

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The motel room door opening a few hours later woke Delaney from the small nap she decided to take. Dean was sat on the bed next to her as he continued to touch up the rest of the equipment and looked up when Sam walked in with papers in his hand, tossing his suit jacket onto one of the chairs at the small bar. 

"Guess who was successful," Sam announced, walking over to the plush white chair that sat across from the beds on the other side of the wall circle divider and dropped down onto it.

Dean focused his attention back on sharpening the blade in his hand, the high pitched noise coming from it had Delaney flinching. It was the equivalent of nails scratching down a chalkboard. "So she just handed over the providences to you?"

"Provenances," Delaney corrected Dean as she pushed herself up to a sitting position on the bed, leaning her back against the headboard next to Dean.

"Provenances," Dean repeated slowly and Delaney gave him a thumbs up for actually getting it right that time.

Sam shifted through the papers in his hand, his eyes scanning across them quickly. "Yes, we went back to her place. I got a copy of the papers."

"And?" Delaney prodded.

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

Dean stopped his actions of sharpening the knife and his head snapped over to Sam. "Wait, you didn't have to con her or do any special favors?"

Sam threw his back and slammed the papers into his lap, his eyes snapping over to the older Winchester. "Dean, get your head out of the gutter please."

"When this whole thing is done we could stay for a bit," Dean offered.

"Why?" Sam asked, looking through the papers again.

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

Sam seemed to stay on a certain page for a bit longer than the others as he sat up straighter in the chair. "Hey, I think I got something here."

Delaney crawled off the bed and walked over to Sam who held up the stack of papers to her. Her eyes glided across the paper as she came to where Sam had been reading from previously. "Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910."

Sam held up a finger and turned sideways in the chair so he could look up at his sister without hurting his neck. "Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal."

Dean placed down the knife he was sharpening and walked over to grab their dad's journal, flipping open to the page with three murders they read about in the bar the day prior. "Peter Sims died in 1912."

Delaney looked underneath the name of the portrait to where the list of buyers were. "Um, yeah, he was the first buyer for the painting in 1912. The next buyer was in 1945 and then again in 1970."

"That's the other two murders dad listed," Dean said and he looked over to Delaney.

"Yeah and then it was stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telescas bought it," Delaney informed and showing it to Dean, who skimmed over the information in his hand.

Sam leaned his elbows on his knees. "So, what do you think? It's haunted or cursed?"

"Either way, it's toast."

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Delaney sat in the Impala with the lights turned off, hidden in the trees surrounding the auction house. The gate was way too high for Delaney to climb over and the boys didn't want to risk her getting hurt by even attempting to do it, so she opted to sit in the car while the boys went in to steal the painting and she would just call them if anybody showed up.

Dean and Sam were hopping back over the fence about ten minutes later and Delaney pushed herself out of the car, walking over to them as Dean opened up the rolled painting and laid it flat on the ground. He took a step back and stared down at the painting. "You know, if you ask me, we're doing the art world a huge favor right now. 

Lighting a match, Dean tossed it onto the painting and the three siblings watched the painting burn away bit by bit. Finally that was over.

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The next morning, Dean ran around the motel room frantically as Delaney and Sam made sure everything was in their duffle bags. Delaney didn't think she had ever seen Dean move so fast before unless pie or a girl was involved. 

"We have a problem. I can't find my wallet."

"That's our problem... how?" Delaney questioned in confusion, zipping her duffle bag up.

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he stood in the middle of the room, his eyes scanning across everything in the room. "I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night."

Delaney's eyes widened as she stepped towards her brother, fighting herself against slapping him silly. "Dean, you've got to be kidding me."

Dean grabbed his jacket and frantically shrugged it on. "I mean, it's got my prints, my ID - well my fake ID, anyway, but we got to get it before somebody else finds it. Come on."

Sam clenched his fists at his side and Delaney didn't think she had ever related more to Sam than that moment. They both followed Dean out of the motel room and into the car where Dean definitely broke more than five driving laws.

Thankfully, the auction house was open when they got to it so Delaney wouldn't have to climb over that towering fence. The three siblings looked in every nook and cranny they could as they desperately tried to find Dean's wallet. If someone had found that thing, Lord only knew the type of shit they would get into. More so Dean than the both of them because there was only evidence of Dean being there.

"How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" Sam snapped at him as he looked under pots and furniture in the room. 

Dean merely slapped his hands to his sides in frustration as none of them could turn up Dean's wallet anywhere.

"Hey, guys," Sarah greeted as she approached them from the steps across the room. "What are you doing here?"

Sam quickly shut the drawer he was digging through and whirled around, nervously smiling at Sarah. "We're - we're leaving town, and, you know, we came to say... goodbye?"

"What are you talking about, Sam? We're sticking around for at least another day or two," Dean spoke up as he stepped closer to the two of them. He fumbled in his pockets and he whipped his wallet out. 

Delaney's face fell as he opened it up and held out a twenty to Sam that he claimed he owed him. Didn't he lose that thing? He did not just make them frantically look for the wallet just to get Sam to see Sarah did he? Her dark gaze snapped to Dean who innocently smiled at her as Sam ripped the money out of his hand, visibly as annoyed as Delaney was with him. 

"Well, Della and I will leave you two crazy kids alone. We have something to do... somewhere," Dean announced before grabbing his sister's wrist and dragging her out of the auction house.

Once back outside and back at the Impala, Delaney ripped her wrist out of Dean's hold and punched him in the arm. Hard. She felt satisfaction course through her at Dean's loud yelp at the pain as he rubbed the tender area. "Dude, I could seriously gut you like a damn fish."

Dean chuckled as he dropped his hand from rubbing his now bruised bicep and leant against the side of the Impala. "Oh come on, Della. We both know how Sam is. He never would have called that girl back to go on another date while we were still here. We have some time before Dad calls again I'm assuming so why not let him have a good time for a little bit. He deserves it."

"Yeah, well, I didn't need the near anxiety attack over you losing your damn wallet," Delaney remarked as she tried to settle her racing heart. "If you had to go to jail and I had to bail you out, I swear I don't know what I would have done."

Dean pinched Delaney's cheeks jokingly and cooed. "Awwww, the baby sister was worried about her big brother."

Delaney slapped his hand away with an annoyed glare. "I will seriously end you."

"You love me too much," Dean said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and rubbing his knuckle over his head as she squealed and tried to push him off.  "Come on admit it."

"Never!" Delaney couldn't help but laugh as her attempts of trying to push Dean off her were futile. "I don't love people who give me agita."

"Agi - what?"

"Heartaches, Dean, you give me heartaches!" Delaney clarified as she finally pushed him away from her as he continued to laugh.

Sam came barreling over to them and it quickly ended whatever sibling moment Dean and Delaney were having. Once he was in front of them, Sam placed his hands on his knees and bowed his head as he tried to catch his breath. "The painting... it's... it's still... there."

Delaney blinked as she stared at Sam. "Um... come again?"

"What do you mean it's still there?"

"As I was trying to tell Sarah that we were going to be headed out - don't give me that look, Dean, we were leaving - one of the employees walked by carrying the damned painting. It was as if we never torched the thing last night."

Dean groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face. Why couldn't things ever just go right for the Winchesters? Their name was WINchesters not LOSEchesters... like, seriously. "Okay, okay. We just need to figure out another way to get rid of this thing. Any ideas?"

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

"So we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family in that creepy-ass painting," Dean confirmed and Sam nodded in response. "What were their names again?"

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The librarian slammed a large black book down onto the table, dust puffing up from it causing Delaney to sneeze quietly into her arm and Sam quickly blessed her. "So you said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?"

Delaney sniffled ran her sleeve under her nose. "Yes, sir. That's the family."

"I dug up every scrap of local history I could," the librarian explained as he propped open one of the books that was spread out on the table. "So, uh, are you guys crime buffs?"

"Yeah I guess, kind of. Why do you ask?" Dean questioned, aimlessly flipping through the book in his hand.

The librarian took out an old newspaper and unfolded it for the siblings to read the cover. "Well..." His finger pointed to one of the article titles on the side of the page that read FATHER SLAUGHTERS FAMILY, KILLS SELF.

"Yes," Dean pointed at the article with a grin. "That sounds about right to me."

"The whole family was killed?" Sam inquired as his scanned the article as the librarian continued to hold up the newspaper.

"It seems this Isaiah, he slit his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself," the librarian whispered so the other people around them wouldn't hear what they speaking about. It was pretty graphic after all. "Now, he was a barber by trade. Use a straight razor."

Delaney crossed her arms as she tried to process all the information. "So... why would he do it?"

"Well, let's find out shall we?" The librarian opened up the newspaper to flip to the page that had the full article on it. "People who knew him described Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament, and controlled his family with an iron fist. Wife, two sons, adopted daughter."

The siblings communicated silently with each other as the librarian skimmed the rest of the article to give them more information. Yep, this definitely sounded like a pissed off spirit. Great.

"There were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave, which of course, you know, in that day and age..." The librarian trailed off as he lifted his eyes from the article to look at the three siblings. "So instead, old man Isaiah, well, he gave them all a shave."

Dean chuckled as the librarian ran his hand straight across his throat in a cutting motion. "Does it say what happened to the bodies?"

"Just that they were all cremated."

Delaney sighed because that definitely complicated things for them. "You don't happen to know anything else do you?"

"Actually, I found a picture of the family," he replied and flipped open one of the books that had a bookmark sticking out of it to hold the page. He took out the bookmark and held the book up for the three to see the picture of the painting staring up at them from the book. 

Sam stared at it for a long moment as a plan tried to form in his head. "Um, you wouldn't mind giving us a copy of that would you?"

"Sure."

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"Okay, something is definitely off with this," Delaney announced as she examined the picture. "At the hall Isaiah was looking down at the daughter, but in this photo he's looking straight ahead. The picture is changing, guys."

Dean grabbed the photo to examine it himself. "So you think that Daddy Dearest is trapped in the painting, and he's handing out Columbian Neckties like he did with his family?"

"Delly could have a point," Sam agreed as he sat back in his chair at the table the three siblings sat at. "But if his bones are already dusted, then how are we gonna stop him?"

"If Isaiah's position in the painting changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well," Dean suggested. "It could give us some clues."

Delaney leaned her chin on her hand as her eyes flickered over to her eldest brother. "So, like a Da Vinci Code deal?"

"I don't know. Never saw the movie," Dean replied.

"It's also a book, Dean," Delaney informed him and Dean gave her a look.

"Does it look like I read?"

Sam covered Delaney's mouth before she could make a smart comment at her brother, delaying their search any longer. "You got anything else?"

"Sort of. I think we have to get back in and see that painting, which is a good thing, because you can get more time to crush on your girlfriend."

Delaney licked Sam's hand who whined in response and wiped it off on her flannel sleeve. "Dean, leave him alone."

"What did I do?" Dean pushed himself away from the table and walked over to his bed, falling back onto it.

"Ever since we got here, you've been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, alright?"

Dean crossed his arms as he leaned back against the headboard behind him. "Well, you like her, don't you?" Sam was silent which only prompted Dean to continue, "Alright, you like her. She likes you. You're both consenting adults."

Delaney looked over to Sam with an amused look. "Now you know why I didn't want him knowing about Will. You get tortured for the rest of your life."

"Hey, I did not torture you about him!"

"I have voicemails to prove it," Delaney shot back at Dean who looked like he wasn't even sorry about it. She knew he wasn't.

"What's the point anyway, Dean?" Sam asked with a small scoff. "We'll just leave. We always leave."

Dean laughed and held his hands up in defense. "I'm not saying for you to get married, Sammy."

"Why do you care if I hook up in the first place?"

"So you can stop being so cranky all the damn time."

Delaney cracked a small laugh at that and rose an eyebrow at Dean. "Dean, he isn't you okay? Plus, he isn't cranky all the time. You don't see me running around hooking up with people either."

"Yeah... well... no disrespect, kiddo, but we both know why you don't," Dean noted and he sat forward on the bed as he saw his sister's face fall. "I'm sorry, okay? I know it's because of Will though. Probably also because you know Sam and I will knock around kid that breathes near you, but that's besides the point. I've never lost someone like that... but... I know Will would want you to be happy."

Delaney smiled sadly as she fiddled with the charm bracelet that she hadn't taken off since Will gave it to her on the one year anniversary, adding a charm every few months after whenever he saw a charm that made him think of her. "Yeah, I know. He's part of the reason, but not the main part of why I haven't exactly looked anyone."

Dean waited for Delaney to elaborate her point, but when she was silent after he knew that he wasn't getting anything out of her right now so he turned back to Sam. "Anyways as for Sam, he hasn't had a proper girlfriend since that girl ten years ago broke up with him because she thought he was shady for always lying to her," Dean continued, relaxing back against the headboard again. "I know that threw him off for wanting to date or anything after that because he knew he would never be able to be around for very long. That shouldn't stop you from having fun every once and while, Sammy."

"You still need to call Sarah regardless, Sammy. We need to see that painting again," Delaney reminded and Sam sighed as he grabbed his phone to dial Sarah. She pushed herself away from the table and collapsed on the bed next to Dean, laying across him and grinned up at him as he stared down at her with annoyed expression. "You're comfy."

Dean rose an eyebrow and pushed her off him, causing her to fall to the floor with a thud. She groaned as she rubbed the side of her head and narrowed her eyes at Dean who was laughing at her expense. However, it was cut off when Sam shot up from the table, looking scared.

Delaney and Dean both flew to their feet and over to Sam when they heard him ask who Sarah had sold the painting to. As Sam was getting the address, the three were in the car and speeding off towards the new owner's house. Delaney just hoped they got there in time to save whoever had bought the painting. 

A Jeep was sat in front of the new owner's house and Sarah hopped out of it the second the Winchesters exited the Impala. What the Hell was she doing here?

"Sam, what is going on?" Sarah demanded as she followed the siblings towards the steps to the house.

"I told you that you shouldn't have come," Sam replied as they jogged up the steps that lead to the wooden front door of the home.

Dean banged on the door and tried to open it, but to their luck it was locked. "Is anyone home?!"

"You said Evelyn might be in danger. What kind of danger?" Sarah questioned as she stood a few feet back as the Winchesters tried to find a way into the house.

"I have to pick this lock," Dean groaned as he dropped to his knees and took his tools out from his pocket.

Sarah stared in horror as she watched Dean work on the lock. "Are you guys burglars or something?"

Delaney shook the windows on the front porch, but none of them budged which meant that Evelyn probably already locked them. "I wish it were that simple."

"You should really wait in the car it's for your own good," Sam told Sarah just as Dean picked the lock and got the door open.

"The Hell I will!" Sarah snapped as she rushed into the house after the Winchesters. "Evelyn's a friend."

Delaney slowly walked into the living room as she saw Evelyn sat in her chair by the fireplace. Above the mantel of the fireplace, hung the painting where Isaiah was staring down at his daughter and not forward. Her eyes flickered back over to Evelyn, who hadn't moved once since they started calling for her. A feeling of dread sat in Delaney's stomach as she immediately knew why she wasn't responding.

Sarah pushed her way through Dean and Sam and slowly made her way over to Evelyn. "Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake. Are you alright?" She asked and reached out to touch Evelyn's shoulder, who's head fell back and Sarah jumped back with a scream.

When Delaney's eyes fell on the painting again, Isaiah stared directly ahead and it made her stumble back a step. They needed to solve this case and fast because this painting was giving her the craziest creeps.

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The next morning, Dean and Delaney sat the bar in the motel room with Sam's laptop in front of them. They were trying to figure out what they could do to get rid of this thing while waiting for Sarah to come to the motel room. It took Sam calling her three times before she finally picked up and agreed to come to their motel after she spoke to the cops who were at Evelyn's house.

Once there was a knock on the door, Sam flew across the room and opened it as Sarah barged in. "Hey, Sarah. Are you alright?"

"No, actually, I'm not. I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's alone and found her like that."

"Thank you," Sam breathed in relief.

Sarah shook her head and crossed her arms. "No don't thank me. I'm about to call them right back if you don't tell me what the hell is going on. Who is killing these people?"

Sam looked to Dean and Delaney for help who quickly looked away from him and back at the laptop screen. He was alone on this one.

"It's not so much a what but a who?" Sam explained and took a deep breath when Sarah gave him an odd look. "You saw that painting move after you touched Evelyn."

Sarah chuckled incredulously and paced around the room. "No. No, I was - I was seeing things. It's impossible."

"Welcome to our world," Delaney mumbled which got Sarah's attention. "Look, it sounds crazy, I know... but we think that the painting is haunted."

"You're joking," Sarah deflated when none of the Winchesters said a word. "You're not joking. God, the guys I go out with."

Sam took a step toward Sarah who stared him skeptically. "Sarah, think about it. Evelyn, the Telescas - they both had the painting. There have been others before that. Wherever this thing goes, people die, and we are just trying to stop it... and that's the truth."

"Well, then I guess you should show me since I'm going with you."

Sam noticed both of his siblings tense and the mention of Sarah tagging along and they both frantically shook their heads once Sarah's back was to them. "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," Sarah said and Delaney snorted at the comment. "But if you're right about this, when me and my dad sold that painting, we might have got these people killed. I'm not saying I'm not scared, cause I am scared as Hell, but I am not gonna run and hide, either." She walked over to the door and opened it up, stepping outside. "Are we going or what?"

Delaney looked from the door to Sam. "Sam, if you don't marry her I will."

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"Isn't this a crime scene?" Sarah asked as Sam picked open the front door like Dean had the night prior.

Delaney shrugged as she stood next to Sarah behind the boys. "Eh, you already lied to the cops, right? What's another infraction?"

Once inside, Sam took the painting down from above the mantel and placed it on the small green and white couch in the room. Isaiah was looking down at the daughter again and Delaney really hoped he didn't move again while they were here. It was way too creepy for her.

Sarah nervously glanced around the living room before her eyes landed back on the painting. "Aren't any of you worried that it's gonna, you know, kill us?"

"No, it seems to do its thing at night," Sam explained as he closely examined every inch of the painting. "We'll be okay in the daylight."

Delaney peered over Dean's shoulder at the copied version of the painting from the book the librarian made for them. She glanced down to the bottom left of the painting in the photo and she grabbed the picture from Dean's hands to bring it closer to her face.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed.

"The razor - in this version it's closed, but it's open in the physical one," Delaney explained and handed the photo to Sam.

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

"Well, besides manners for my baby sister," Dean grumbled, earning him a punch in the arm from Delaney. "If the spirit's changing aspects of the painting, maybe it's doing so for a reason."

Sam tilted his head as he angled the photo in different directions. "Hey, guys, look at this. The painting in the painting." He handed his siblings the photo back and pointed to the painting on the wall in the back.

In the printed out copy, it was a picture of a mountain with grassy hills and a small stream, while in the physical copy it had a painting of some sort of small building surrounded by trees. 

"It looks like a crypt or a mausoleum or something," Dean noted as his eyes bounced between the physical copy and the physical painting. He grabbed an empty glass ashtray behind him and held it up to the painting to read the little wooden sign above the door of the mausoleum. 

"Merchant."

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"This is the third boneyard we've checked," Dean complained as he walked through the cemetery with Delaney, Sam and Sarah. "This ghost is jerking us around."

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

"Not exactly," Sam responded, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. "We don't get paid."

Sarah rose her eyebrows and shook her head. "Well, mazel tov to you guys."

Delaney stopped walking when she noticed a building that looked identical to the one they saw in the mini painting in the Merchant's painting. "Over there!"

The group made their way over to it and Dean used a pair of jumbo pliers that he took from the Impala and broke the chain on the door open. He pulled both doors open and cob webs and dust rained down on them as they coughed, waving their hands in front of their faces to clear away the dust. 

The inside was all white and gray bricks, with multiple plaques that had each of the family member's names on them. Across from the plaques, there was a baby doll placed behind a glass case with an urn in front of the case on a small ledge. 

"That is the creepiest thing I have ever seen," Sarah breathed as she bent in front of it.

"It was sort of a tradition at the time," Sam explained as the three Winchesters stood behind Sarah. "Whenever a child died, sometimes they'd preserve the kid's favorite toy in a glass case, put it next to the headstone in the crypt."

The wind picked up once Sam finished speaking and it sent a chill down Delaney's spine. Not because it was cold, but because her hunter brain kicked in and she noticed that it wasn't from any breeze. The day was extremely beautiful with no clouds and no wind in sight of coming that day.

"Notice anything strange here?" Dean asked the group.

"Uh, where do I start?" Sarah retorted, gesturing around them in the crypt.

Dean shook his head as he glanced around them. "No, no. That's not what I meant. Look at the urns." His eyes scanned the other three urns that were next to the one in front of the doll, two of them also in front of a glass case that had the boys' favorite toys in it. The third one was in front of a metal flower art piece. Delaney assumed that would be the mother's urn.

"There's only four," Sam realized as he counted the urns a few times to make sure he wasn't losing it. "Mom and three kids."

"Daddy Dearest isn't here," Dean added, shooting his siblings a look.

Delaney threw her head back with a loud groan. "Ugh, where is he?"

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Delaney, Sam and Sarah sat outside on the ledges of the concrete ramp that lead up to the Archives Building while Dean ran inside to get whatever information he could about Isaiah and his body. Sam Sarah sat on one side while Delaney sat across from them, her back leant against the wall behind her.

"So what exactly is your brother doing in there?" Sarah asked.

"Dean is searching county death certificates, trying to find out what happened to Isaiah's body," Delaney explained as she swung her legs back and forth.

Sarah glanced over to the building where people were run in and out of it, some carrying documents with them. "How did he even get in the building?"

Sam chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. "Um, through lying and subterfuge, mostly." He stared at Sarah's face for a long moment before leaning closer. "You have a, um - you have an eyelash on your..." Sam laughed as he watched Sarah try and get it before he reached out and did it himself.

Delaney smiled softly as she watched her brother with Sarah. It was so obvious he had a thing for this girl and she couldn't blame him. Sarah was a great girl and for someone who had never deal with the supernatural world, she had been doing great all morning. Plus, it was obvious the girl had a thing back for Sam and Delaney wished desperately that her brother could actually have a long life with her. 

Unfortunately, with the life they live, it would be really difficult to do that. Both because Sam would barely be around and the fact that if anything they hunted found out about the girl, that would be the end of that. They would immediately go after her just to get to Sam, especially if it was the demon that killed both their mom and Will. The girl wouldn't be safe and God only knew if Sam would be able to protect her the way he should. It actually broke her heart knowing that her and her brothers.

"Wait, so you like me... but we can't be together?" 

Delaney sat up as her brother and Sarah's conversation cut through her thoughts. Sarah looked confused while Sam looked like he was in pain for telling the girl he definitely had feelings for that he couldn't be with her.

"With what my siblings and I do... you could get hurt. I'm not even talking broken heart and tub of Ben & Jerry's hurt, but life and death hurt," Sam explained.

"Yeah and tomorrow I could get hit by a bus," Sarah retorted.

Feeling like she should step in and save her brother, Delaney hopped off her ledge and leant against the ledge next to her brother. "I know I shouldn't get involved, but I think if I mention this it could help you see why Sam is apprehensive about starting anything with you. I had a boyfriend before I was with my brothers on the road. I was in college and was set to graduate next spring before moving onto a really good law school. One night my boyfriend - who had no part of this life my brothers and I live, mind you - died because of me and what I do. My mother died from it also. Going through a pain like that, is something no one should go through. It makes you feel like you're cursed."

"Della..." Sam whispered and glanced over her shoulder as he stared at her with a worried expression. She hadn't realized she had actually said she felt like she was cursed until her long spiel replayed in her head. It was something she never wanted to actually say out loud because she knew her brothers would be down her throat about it. 

Turning back to Sarah and ignoring the look Sam was giving her, Delaney continued, "It's not safe, Sarah. Trust me I didn't understand any of it because I was pretty much brought into this whole thing the same way you were just a few months ago. I know you think he's trying to decide things for you, but he's really just trying to make sure nothing bad happens to you because of how much he likes you."

Sarah's gaze bounced between the two siblings as she tried to think of how to argue back, but before she could Dean popped up in front of them.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Delaney flashed Dean an innocent smile as she hopped up onto the ledge between Sam and Sarah, Sam still staring at his sister as if it would make her talk to him. "Nope. So what did you get?"

"Pay dirt. 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 handed 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," Sam concluded. "Tell me you know where."

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Later that night, Delaney and Sarah stood above Dean and Sam as the two boys dug up Isaiah's body. The two girls held flashlights so Dean and Sam could see what they were doing and not digging what they shouldn't be. 

"You guys are uncomfortably comfortable with this," Sarah stated as she watched Dean and Sam dig.

Delaney lifted a shoulder, stuffing her free hand into her back pocket. "It's not exactly our first grave that we've dug. Still think Sammy is a catch?"

A thudding sound cut off their conversation and they both stepped closer, shining their light on Dean who had made the noise. "Okay, I think I got something." He jammed in his shovel into the lid of the coffin and pushed down on the shovel until the lid broke open. Holding a hand up to Sam, he pulled himself up with the help of his brother and dusted himself off, tossing the shovel to the side. "Della, the salt?"

Delaney dug around in the duffle bag and produced the salt bottle to Dean who shook a layer over Isaiah's body. He grabbed the bottle of gasoline from Sam and dumped the contents all over the grave before lighting the match and torching the body.

Once Dean was satisfied with the remains of the body, he drove the four of them back to Evelyn's where the painting still resided. 

"I thought the painting was harmless now," Sarah said as Sam hopped out of the car.

Sam turned around and leant in through the window. "Well, better safe than sorry. We're gonna bury the sucker."

"I'm coming with you," Sarah announced and got out of the car.

"Hey, hey, hey," Dean whispered before Sam could follow Sarah up the steps. "Della and I will stay here. You go make your move."

"Shut up, Dean," Delaney scolded and slapped the back of his head.

Dean rubbed the spot where Delaney hit and turned around to narrow his eyes at her. "Ow, Della! The hell you do that for you brat?"

"Leave him alone," Delaney argued. "He doesn't want the girl getting hurt. I don't blame him. Look what happened to Will, Dean. I wouldn't want to wish that pain on even my worst enemy."

The front slamming closed snapped the two Winchesters attention over to it. They shared a look before scrambling out of the car and over to the front door. Dean slammed his side against it, but no matter what he did, the door wouldn't budge. It was either locked or being held closed by an invisible force.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as he continued to try and get the door open.

"Dean? Delly?"

Delaney banged her fists on the door, even though she knew that would do nothing to help. "Sammy, are you okay?!" Her cellphone vibrating in her pocket had her pushing away from the door and placing the device to her ear. "I swear, you better tell me you slammed the front door."

Dean motioned for her to put it on speaker and she withdrew the phone from her ear and hit the SPEAKER button.

"No, it wasn't me. I think it was the little girl."

"Girl? What girl?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah. She's out of the painting. I think it might have been her all along."

The thought had realization dawning on Delaney. "That's why in the painting Isaiah was looking down at his daughter. He's been trying to warn us the whole time."

"Hey, let's recap later. Just get us out of here."

Dean fumbled in his pocket for his lock picking tools and started to shimmy them around in the keyhole. "Okay, I'm trying to pick the lock but the door still isn't budging."

"Break it down!"

"Okay, genius, let me grab my battering ram," Dean retorted.

"Dean, really?" Delaney scoffed at him. Was he seriously being sarcastic in a time like this? It wasn't helping anyone. Only delaying their attempts to save both Sam and Sarah from the little girl.

"Dean, the damn thing's coming!"

Dean growled and pushed away from the door and rushed over to the trunk of the Impala.

"Can you... like... hold on for a minute until we figure something out?"

"I DON'T HAVE A MINUTE, DELANEY!"

"Ew, don't yell at me when I'm trying to help you, Samuel Winchester!" Delaney snapped and chewed on her thumbnail as she glanced over to Dean, hoping he had something by now. "In the meantime, just get some salt and iron."

Dean rushed back over to Delaney empty handed as he just returned to his previous attempts of trying to break down the door with his shoulder. "Any luck?!"

"Dean, just give me one minute okay?"

Delaney frantically turned to Dean as she could feel her heart being squeezed, the same way it felt when she thought Dean was going to die a couple months back. She tried to steady her breathing, but the anxiety was taking over her mind as every horrible scenario played out in her mind. Visions of seeing Sam with a slit throat had her stumbling back.

Dean whipped his head over to her and noticed her wide eyes and heavy breathing, a tremble taking over her entire body. He quickly pushed away from the door and grabbed his baby sister's face making her look at him. "Baby girl, hey, hey, Della, come on look at me. Good, okay, take deep breaths for me. We're going to save Sammy I promise you, Della. Just stay calm and let me figure it out, okay?"

Delaney closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before she slowly opened them again. Dean smiled softly at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, rushing back to the door to try and break it down.

"Delly? Dean? You there?"

Delaney gasped and the phone almost dropped out of her hand at the sound of his voice. She quickly caught the  phone before it could fall out of her hand and Dean was at her in seconds. "Sammy, are you okay?"

"Yeah, for now."

"How are we gonna waste her?" Dean questioned, tugging on Delaney's arm and having her walk around the side of the house with him. They needed to get inside before the little girl returned again.

"I don't know. She was already cremated. There's nothing left to burn."

Delaney racked her brain for what could still be around of the little girl's that could keep her spirit around still. "It's got to be the doll!"

"Back then, those antique dolls used to be made in the kid's image. They used the real hair and everything," came Sarah's voice through the phone.

"Mausoleum," Dean gasped and the two siblings were instantly in the car, speeding back to the Merchant's mausoleum. 

Delaney burst into the building with Dean and tried to punch the glass out, but it wasn't budging. "How do we get this thing out?"

Dean grabbed his gun and hit the bottom off it against the glass. However, as their luck would have it, it didn't work. 

Delaney, having an idea, grabbed the gun from him and both of their faces as she shot the gun at the glass, creating a small hole in it thanks to the bullet. She pressed the gun back into Dean's chest after using it to clear away the rest of the glass and grabbed the doll from inside. She held the doll out for Dean and he flicked on his lighter, setting the doll's hair immediately into flames. 

Dean and Delaney nodded at each other as Dean took out his phone and dialed Sam's number, leaving the phone on speaker so Delaney could hear. "Sammy, you good?"

"Not bad."

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The next morning, the Winchesters met Sarah at the auction house where they boxing up the painting to never be sold again. Hopefully.

"This was archived in the county records," Dean said as he whipped out a paper from his jacket. "The Merchant's adopted daughter, Melanie. Know why she was up for adoption? 'Cause her real family was murdered in their beds."

"She killed them?" Sarah asked in disbelief. 

Dean shrugged and folded up the document. "Yeah, I mean who would expect a 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."

"Where does this one go?" the employee questioned once the box was stapled shut.

"Take it out back and burn it." Sarah waited for the two employees to take the painting away before she turned to the siblings. "So, why did she do it?"

Sam sighed and shook his head as he didn't really know the true reason either. "Some people are just born tortured, I guess. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark."

"Maybe. I don't really care. It's over," Dean input. "We just move on now."

Sarah's smile wavered slightly at the mention of them moving. "So... you're really leaving this time then."

Sam exhaled heavily and Delaney glanced between the two, taking the hint from Sam's desperate face that her and Dean should leave.

"Dean, why don't we go start up the car?" Delaney suggested and began to push him towards the exit. "Bye, Sarah!"

Sarah giggled as she waved to the two Winchesters who couldn't get out of there quick enough for Sam.

"We torch the girl, but don't thank us," Dean grumbled as he leant against the Impala and ignored the deadpan expression his baby sister shot him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" Delaney asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she leaned against the hood of the Impala next to her brother.

Dean glanced over at his baby sister. He had never actually seen her anxiety attack her before. When it happened while they were working on the case with Max, she had gotten out of there before he could witness any of it. It was the first time he had actually seen her go through it and it tore him apart to see her so scared like that. He never wanted to see it on her again, but he knew that was wishful thinking. 

"I just... seeing you freeze up like that and the anxiety took over you, it killed me," Dean admitted, shaking his head and tearing his eyes from her before she could see the pain in them. "Seeing you actually have an attack when you thought Sammy was gonna die, I don't know..."

Delaney laid her head on Dean's shoulder and hugged his arm. "I'm okay, Dean. I promise. You actually helped me get through it."

"I did?" Dean questioned and she could hear the smile in his voice without having to look at his face.

Delaney nodded and a smile of her own took over her face. "You did, big bro, but I promise I'm okay and you don't need to worry about me."

"I always worry about you," Dean stated and leaned his head against his sister's. "I'm your big brother, I gotta keep you safe always."

The door to the auction house opened and Sam stepped out, shutting it closed behind him. It prompted his two siblings to hop off the hood and make their way over to get inside the Impala. A frantic knocking halted Dean and Delaney from getting in and they turned to see Sam pushing Sarah against the brick wall behind her and pressing his lips to her.

"That's my boy!" Dean cheered as he threw his fists in the air.

Delaney pushed Dean's chest to shut him up and motioned for him to get in the car. She turned to glance over her shoulder again at Sam and Sarah. A small smile took over her face because her brother deserved the happiness, even if it would last him the few minutes left he had with Sarah. 

At least one of the Winchesters got to be happy. 

authors note

Hi hey hello!

CHAPTER COUNTDOWN: THREE CHAPTERS TO GO!!!

SO OUR BOY SAM GOT MOVES! I think he deserved some happiness for once. I actually thought about switching it around so it was Delaney, but I just didn't feel right taking that away from Sammy so I just switched it up a bit when needing to incorporate Will and stuff since Jess was mentioned a couple times throughout this episode.

ALSO, Dean experienced Delaney's anxiety for the first time. The last time she had one it had been during Max and she had escaped outside before Dean could see it happening since he was still in the dark about her anxiety until after they left Max's house the first time. But he killed it with helping calm his sister down and I just love that he still worried the next day about how she was doing. I JUST LOVE THESE THREE SIBLINGS SO MUCH. Who knew you could love an OC and her siblings so much? I didn't. Wow.

ANYWAYS, DON'T FORGET TO VOTE & COMMENT. I LOVE HEARING WHAT YOU GUYS THINK AS THE STORY PROGRESSES AND WHAT YOUR THEORIES OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT ARE!!