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MOTEL ROOM
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      Dean is sharpening his blade on a whetstone, Sam is looking through some papers. "So she just handed the providences over to you." Dean says.

     "Provenances." Sam corrects.

       Haltingly, Dean speaks. "Provenances?" He says.

      "Yes. We went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers..." Sam starts.

      "And?" Dean asks.

       "And nothing. That's it, I left." Sam says.

      "You didn't have to con her or do any...special favors or anything like that?" Dean asks.

      "Dean would you get your mind out of the gutter please?" Sam asks.

      Dean laughs. "You know when this whole thing's done we could stick around for a little bit." He offers.

      "Why." Sam asks.

      "So you could take her out again. Obviously you're into her, even I can see that." Dean says. "Especially after Elena—"

      "Hey, I think I've got something here." Sam diverts.

      Dean comes over, Sam hands him the papers. "'Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910.'" He says.

      "Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam says.

      Dean checks against the journal. "First purchased in 1912 by Peter Simms. Peter Simms murdered 1912. Same thing in 1945. Oh, Same in 1970." Dean says.

      "Then stored, until it was donated to a charity aucton last month. Where the Telescas bought it. What do you think, it's haunted? Cursed?" Sam asks.

      Dean gets up. "Either way, it's toast."

AUCTION HOUSE
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      Heavy rock music plays as Dean leaps and easily scales the high metal gates and sprints into the mist. "Come on!" He yells.

      Sam follows. Sam, wearing gloves, disarms the security alarm. "Go ahead." He says. Dean, also with gloves, picks the lock. They shine their flashlights around inside, quickly searching for the painting.

      Dean spies it upstairs and they sprint up the spiral staircase. Holding his flashlight in his mouth, Dean flicks his switchblade and cuts the painting from it's frame.

      They're in and out within a couple of minutes. The whole scene screams expertise and many years of breaking and entering. On a dirt road, the painting lays on the dirt, Sam holding the flashlight as Dean readies the matches.

      "Ugly ass thing. If you ask me we're doing the art world a favor." Dean says.

      He drops the match and the painting ignites. As it burns the camera switches back to the auction house and we see the painting reforming in the frame.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Dean rushes in from the bathroom. "We got a problem, I can't find my wallet." He says.

      Sam packs his duffel. "How is that my problem." He asks.

      "Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night." Dean says.