Jenny walked back into the motel room, looking between Sam and Dean. "What?"

"Who was it?" Sam asked, raising his brows as she shrugged, stuffing her phone away.

"Bobby. Just checking in. What did you guys find?" The two brothers turned back to the papers on the table.

""Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910."" Dean read as Jenny walked over, looking at the picture of the painting from the art gallery.

"Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam handed Jenny his fathers journal, to which she read aloud.

"First purchased in 1912, Peter Simms. Peter Simms murdered 1912. Same thing in 1945. And again the same thing in 1970... So it's the painting." She stated the obvious, setting the journal down as Dean nodded.

"Then stored, until it was donated to a charity auction last month. Where the Telescas bought it. So what do you think, it's haunted? or cursed?" Sam questioned as Jenny shrugged, Dean standing up.

"Either way, it's toast."

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Jenny fixed the gloves as she slipped them onto her hands, looking down at her attire. "We look like we're about to rob a bank in a comedy movie." She grumbled, pointing out their choice to wear mostly black.

"Well, it is dark outside." Dean stated the obvious, turning down the radio as he put on his gloves. Jenny grumbled something under her breath before getting out of the Impala, turning her flashlight on as the brothers got out.

Jenny walked over to the fence, shoving her flashlight back into the holster around her waist and climbed up, flipping over the fence and landing with a hard thud. Sam and Dean followed, the three running up to the door.

Sam was quick to disarm the security system, Jenny then picking the lock before cautiously opening the door. "Alright let's not waste our time." She whispered, running in.

The three parted ways, Jenny going left as Sam went right, Dean going forward. Jenny waved her flashlight everywhere, spotting the painting at the very end of the corridor. She pulled out her pocket knife, slicing the painting out of its frame before rolling it up, running back to the front door.

"Sam! Dean!" She whisper yelled, getting blinded by the two aiming their flashlights at her. She waved the painting. The three ran back out, locking the building before scaling the fence.

Jenny came to a slow stop once they made it to a clearing, unraveling the painting and dropping it. "Out of all the paintings, I expected better." She commented as Dean pulled out his matches.

"Ugly ass thing. If you ask me, we're doing the art world a big favor." He tossed a match into the middle of the painting, erupting into flames as the three watched it.

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Jenny checked her duffel bag again, standing in the parking lot of the art gallery. After cursing under her breath, she turned to Dean.

"How could you lose your wallet? That's like... the one thing you always have on you." She scorned as he rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up. "Ugh. You two go into the gallery and see if you can find it. I'll keep looking in here." She grumbled, searching through Sam's duffel bag.

After a few minutes of searching, Jenny slammed the trunk shut, jumping slightly when Dean appeared with a shit-eating grin. A grin that Jenny knew too well. "You were fucking with us."

"Yep. Just to get Sammy a hot date." Jenny rolled her eyes as Dean pulled out his wallet, crossing her arms.

"You made us drive here for not—"

"The painting didn't burn!" Sam yelled from the door, running to Jenny and Dean. They turned to him, confused.

"What?"

"I just saw the painting. Not even a scratch. I don't understand, we burned the damn thing." Sam stated, Jenny flailing her arms up.

"Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious. All right, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?" Dean turned to Jenny, and shook her head.

"Okay, all right. Well, um, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the painting's subject that haunts 'em."

"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 snapped his fingers as he tried to remember, Jenny gesturing to him.

"Merchant family. I think I saw a second hand book store near here. We should go there."

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"You said the Isaiah Merchant family right?" The man behind the counter asked as Jenny turned to him, nodding. He dropped a large book of newspaper clippings on the counter, flipping through it.

Dean walked over, nudging Jenny gently and showed her a picture of an old gun, a smile on his face. Her brows raised, flipping to the next page to look at the other photos.

"I dug up every scrap of local history I could find. So... you three musketeers crime buffs or something?" The proprietor asked, the three looking at him.

"Kinda. Yeah. Why do you ask?" Dean looked at the man behind the counter.

He held up a newspaper article. "Ah the Titanic. Good movie." Jenny gestured to the lead article, Dean nudging her and pointed to a side clipping. The proprietor nodded to Jenny in agreement.

"Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right." Dean sighed, looking at the article about Isaiah killing his family, and then himself.

"The whole family was killed?" Sam asked, the man nodding.

"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." Jenny crossed her arms, brows furrowing at the thought.

"Why'd he do it?" She asked, the proprietor looking back at the news clipping.

"Let's look. Ahh.. "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...." He read, nodding. "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 drew a thumb over his throat, making a choking noise and face before laughing. Dean joined in, Sam giving his brother a bitchy face as Jenny hummed in amusement.

"Does it say what happened to the bodies?"

"Just that they were all cremated." Jenny pressed her lips together in annoyance, tapping the counter.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah. Actually I found a picture of the family. It's right here... somewhere. Right -- here it is." Jenny slowly turned to Sam after seeing that the picture was the family portrait, turning back to the proprietor.

"Hey, could we get a copy of this please?"