~*****~
Lottie's POV

The night still covered the sky as the Impala pulled up outside of Evelyn's house once again. "Keep the motor running." Sam ordered as he opened the passenger door.

"I thought the painting was harmless now?" Sarah asked from her place besides me.

Sam looked towards Dean for a second before glancing back at her. "Better safe than sorry. We're gonna bury the sucker."

"I'm going as well." Sarah said. She got out and followed after the lumbering moose. Dean blared the horn and both of them jumped in shock. They shook their heads and kept going as I slipped into the front seat.

"Wanna make out?" Dean asked casually.

"You have to ask?" I chuckled, and closed my eyes as Dean pressed his lips against mine. I sighed out in appreciation and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Hold on, I gotta bad feeling," Dean hummed as he pulled away. "I'll be right back." I hummed in acknowledgement, and watched him stride towards the house. Just as he reached the porch steps, the front door slammed closed. Dean started to spaz and tried opening it.

"Dean, what happened?!" I called out as I jumped out of the car to follow.

"I'm trying to pick the lock, the door wont budge!" Dean snapped to Sam from the window.

"Well, knock it down!" Sam pointed out as if it were obvious.

"Okay, let me just grab my battering ram!" Dean snapped sarcastically.

"Dean, the damn thing is coming!" Sam shouted, spinning around in fear.

"Well, you're just gonna have to hold it off until I figure something out! Get some salt or iron!" Dean ordered and pulled me back to the car. "You drive!" He snapped.

"I'm on it." I slipped into the drivers seat as Dean dialed up Sam. He put it on speaker phone. "Uh, Dean, give me a sec, don't go anywhere."

"Look in the chair, sometimes the seats have iron!" I ordered erratically. I hear a commotion and feel my lower stomach clench up from fear. "Sammy? You okay?!" I call out.

"Yeah, for now." Sam sighed.

"How are we gonna waste her?" Dean questioned.

"I don't know, she was cremated. There shouldn't be anything left of her." I explained.

"Then how's she still around?"

Sam sighed. "There must be something else..."

It was like a lightbulb went off in my head. "Hey, didn't auction houses used to handle antique dolls?" I ask, hearing Sarah gasp in realization.

"How does that pertain to anything, Lottie?" Sam asked in aggravation.

"Sam, back in the day, they used to make dolls in the kids image! I mean everything! They would use the kids real hair!" I explained as I turned to look at Dean. "The doll we saw, could have her hair in it!" I put the car into drive and took off, causing Dean to yelp in shock. Once I pulled up to the graveyard, Dean hauled ass out of the car.

"I'll be right back!" He shouted behind him, making me sigh. Just as I settle into my seat, my mind is once again, assaulted....

"Dean!" Sam screams in pure agony. I watch in horror as Dean lay writhing on the floor, gagging on his own blood. My throat tightened up as agonizing screams continued to build up my throat. Bile burned at the beginning of my esophagus, and I fought hard not to break down entirely. "Dean!" Sam kept repeating like a mantra as the hellhound just kept tearing into his chest. My world blurred as I let out a harsh scream and a bright light burst from my palm, and the sound of the beasts pained whimpers echoed through the house. We both dropped, and I launched towards his broken body. Lilith tried to use her power on Sam, only to gaze in horror as he stepped forward, not fazed one bit. Her head flew back and the black mist escaped from that poor body.

My sobs wracked through me as I palmed Dean's face tenderly. "Don't leave me, not yet... Please, we're gonna fix you up... Dean! Come on!" I cried, and buried my face into his neck. "You can't leave yet! You-" Sam placed his hand on my back as I completely bared my soul out. "You're going to be a father! You can't leave!" I screamed....

I let out a gasp of horror as I was shunted back into reality. The passenger door opened, and I pulled out my gun with a sharp inhale, ready to blow them to hell. Dean held up his hands in shock as I let out a breath of air and shoved the gun back into it's holster. I pulled out my phone. "Sam! You okay?" Dean asks as I press the speaker phone.

"Not bad." He breathed out, and Dean and I both let out a sigh of relief. I leaned back in the seat, and felt my insides start churning again. These visions were getting worse.

~*****~

Sam and Sarah stood side by side, watching the painting being crated up as Dean and I approached them. I held up the papers as we came to a stop. "This was archived in the county records. The Merchants adopted daughter, Melanie. Know why she was set up for adoption? 'Cause her real family was murdered in their beds."

"She killed them?" Sarah asked, shock resonating in her eyes.

"Yeah, who would ever suspect her? Sweet kid." I say bitterly. "So, then she kills Isaiah and his family. The old man takes the blame, so his spirits been trying to warn people ever since." I explained.

"So, where's this one go?" One worker asks as he looks to Sarah.

"Take it out back and burn it." Sarah ordered. Everyone stopped and looked at her in surprise. "I'm serious, guys. Thanks." She smiled softly. The workers glanced at each other before shrugging, and dragging the crate away. "So, why'd the girl do it?"

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

"Maybe. I don't really care. It's over, we move on." Dean said with a smirk as he looped his arm around my waist.

"Ahh..." Sarah sighed sadly, her eyes falling with realization, and started rolling on the balls of her feet. "I guess that means you're leaving."

Dean stared at Sam and Sarah with a cheesy grin on his lips. Being the adorable moron he was, he clearly didn't get the gist of the situation. I grabbed his hand and tugged on it. "We'll go wait in the car. You kids have fun now." I say with a smirk before hauling Dean away.

"I'm the one that burned the doll, destroyed the spirit, but don't thank-" I cut Dean off as I pressed my lips against his, and sighing out in relief as he looped his arms around my waist.

"Thanks, Dean." I whispered, and kissed him again. Dean just grinned an all american boy smile before kissing me passionately. After a moment or two, we get into the car, and watch Sam come out from the building, stop, and go back in. Sarah opens the door, and smiles at him. Sam swoops down and kisses her.

"God, he finally scored." I commented dryly as Dean barked out a laugh. Sam got into the backseat and avoided my teasing gaze with a shy smile. We all turned to the front, heaved out a heavy sigh, and continued on our way.