My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural

Chapter 30

We wake up and start packing up our things to leave, I instantly take a shower changing into something comfortable for the day. Dean rushes out of the bathroom as I grab a blood bag from the fridge "We got a problem -- I can't find my wallet" Dean says "How is that a problem?" Sam asks "'Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night." Dean explains but I can hear his heart beating faster, he's lying. I frown at him and he shoots me a look "You're kidding right?" Sam asks horrified "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 continues his fake panic 

What is he up to?

We go to the auction house and they start looking for the wallet, I sit on the steps just waiting "How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" Sam says frustrated, Dean throws his hand in the air and they keep looking "And you Miss Superpowers, are you not going to help?" Sam asks, I furrow my eyebrows at him "Not after that" I say, the door opens and Sarah walks in. I tilt my head slightly and the boys spin around trying to act cool "Hey guys" Sarah says "Sarah, hey" Sam says, I give her a small wave "What are you doing here?" Sarah asks "Ahh, we.... we are leaving town and, you know, we came to say goodbye." Sam says, Dean walks over to them "What are you talking about Sam, we're sticking around for at least another day or two." Dean corrects him, I frown

Sam and I are both confused, Dean pulls his wallet out of his pocket looking at Sam "Oh, Sam. By the way. I'm gonna go ahead and give you that $20 I owe you. I always forget you know." Dean says, Sam is staring at him in disbelief and I am just smiling at his genius plan. Dean holds out the cash to Sam "There you go" Dean says, Sam snatches the money from Dean glaring at him, he looks at me and I shrug "Well I'll leave you two crazy kids alone, I gotta go do something...somewhere. Reggie?" Dean says coming over to me and offering a hand, I grab it and give Sam a little wave before following Dean out 

"Thanks for not saying anything, I knew you could tell I was lying," Dean says tapping his chest "I wanted to know how this lie played out" I admit with a shrug, we walk to a diner and sit down next to each other "I really thought you would blab. I mean you tell Sam everything" Dean says 

"I don't tell him everything"

"Right, everything except" 

Dean leans in, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and kisses me softly smiling while he does "I can't really tell him about this, he would freak out" I say, I can literally smell him getting closer "Go order us something" I say, Dean frowns "I can smell him getting closer" I say, Dean nods and gets up. a few minutes later Sam slides into the booth next to me "Sammy why aren't you with Sarah?" I ask, Dean sits across from us "I just saw the painting, intact" Sam says, Dean and I frown "How? We burned it" I say "Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious. All right, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?" Dean replies, I shoot him my middle finger 

"Okay, all right. Well, um, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the painting's subject that haunts 'em." Sam explains "Yeah. So we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family and that creepy-ass painting. What were their names again?" Dean replies 

Cut to a Second Hand Book Shop

Sam is talking to the proprietor while Dean and I are looking through the other books "guns?" I ask peaking to see the book Dean was looking at, he nods and brings it lower so I can see it as well, we go back to Sam "I dug up every scrap of local history I could find. So are you boys crime buffs?" the proprietor asks while laying a bunch of newspaper clippings on the table, I raise an eyebrow a him "Yes, WE are. Why do you ask?" I ask adding myself to the conversation "well" He says holding up a news article '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.' "The titanic?" I ask 

He points to a side article 'Father Slaughters family, kills himself' "huh" I say "Yeah, that sounds about right" Dean says "The whole family was killed?" Sam asks "It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself. Now he was a barber by trade. Used a straight razor." the Proprietor replies "Why did he do it?" I ask "Let's look, ahh" he begins and starts reading the article "People who knew him describe Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist. Wife, uh, two sons, adopted daughter.... 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, um ....so instead, old man Isaiah...well he gave them all a shave." The proprietor continues, he draws his hand across his throat making some noises and laughing 

Dean and I laugh but stop when we notice the huge bitchface Sam is giving us "Does it say what happened to the bodies?" Dean asks "Just that they were all cremated" the proprietor replies, I purse my lips together "Anything else?" Sam asks "Yeah. Actually, I found a picture of the family. It's right here... somewhere. Right -- here it is." The proprietor says handing us a picture of the painting "Can we have a copy of this?" Sam asks "Sure" The proprietor replies 

We get the copy and go back to the motel, we sit around the table and Sam is constantly examining the picture "What is it, Sammy?" I ask "The painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down. Painting here, Dad's looking out. The painting has changed, I'm sure of it" Sam says "The painting moved?" I ask as if it were a joke "so you think that Daddy dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbian neckties like he did with his family?" Dean asks looking at the picture 

"Well yeah, it seems like it. But if his bones are already dusted then how are we gonna stop him?" Sam asks, I shrug "We have to somehow destroy that painting. Set it on fire again?" I say "We tried that and it didn't work" Dean says "You're saying that as if I wasn't there too jackass, that's why I said. Again" I reply rolling my eyes, Dean looks offended "All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well. You know it could give us some clues" Dean suggests "What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?" Sam asks 

Dean looks at me and I shake my head "Yeah, I'm smart but that's a Sammy thing" I say "Anyways, we have to see that painting" Dean says, He gets up and walks over to his bed, throwing himself back and crossing his arms "Which is a good thing cause you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend." Dean teases "Oh that's right, you'll get some more Sarah time" I say wiggling my eyebrows "Enough already" Sam replies "What?" Dean asks "What? Ever since we got here, you two have been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, all right" Sam snaps back, I raise my hands up in defence 

"Well you like her don't you?" Dean asks, Sam rolls his eyes getting impatient "All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults..." Dean starts "What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave. We always leave." Sam raises his voice getting frustrated. I get up "And where are you going?" Dean asks, I raise my eyebrows at him "I'm going for a nice calm, quiet drink while you two ladies sort this out alright? Call me if something comes up" I say walking off and leaving them to their own arguments