Hour One
You arrived in Sea Pines, Massachusetts about a day after you left Sioux Falls. If the tracker on Sam's cell was right, they should be just down the street. You parked your jeep and just leaned against it, as it seemed the boys were heading in your general direction anyway. You sent Bobby a quick text letting him know you had arrived just as you spotted the boys. They must have been finishing up a conversation as you caught the tail end of Dean's, "crap." This was your cue to get their attention. "Hey strangers." Two pairs of eyes looked to their left at the familiar face in front of them. Sam answered first. "Y/N/N! What are you doing here? Bobby already think we need backup?"
"Well, that's what he said, but honestly, I think he knew I was going a bit stir crazy. It's cool that I'm here, right?" Sam quickly nodded but Dean took advantage of the question, smirking as the following statement left his mouth. "Absolutely, though I gotta warn you, there's an entrance fee."
"Damn, left my wallet back home." Sam chuckled and nodded for you to walk with them. "C'mon you two." You locked your car and joined the brothers, walking up to an empty parking space. The boys looked around, Dean vocalizing his uncertainty, "This is where we parked the car, right?"
"I thought so."
"Where's my car?" You could tell this was leading to a meltdown, so you added in a plausible explanation. "Did you feed the meter?" His car may have been towed, but that would be a hell of a lot better than stolen. He responded annoyed, "Yes, I fed the meter! Guys, where's my car? Somebody stole my car!" And here comes the before mentioned meltdown you were trying to avoid. Sam apparently saw it as well as he intervened, "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Dean." Apparently those were the last words that Dean wanted to hear as his rebuttal was anything but calm. "I am calmed down! Somebody stole my ca—" Crap. Mayday, Dean was going down. His breath quickened and he bent forward trying to (unsuccessfully) catch it. This was turning into a full-fledged panic attack. You froze, not knowing how to help. Thank goodness Sam was well versed in these situations as he jumped into action immediately, lifting Dean upright with a reassuring hand on his back.
"The '67 Impala? Was that yours?" You didn't even have to turn around to place a face to that accent. Bela. And to be quite honest, you were a bit excited to see her again. Yes, your last encounter wasn't necessarily a positive one, but she intrigued you. There was so much to her profile that you were dying to figure out. Game on.
Sam greeted her for the three of you. "Bela."
"I'm sorry. I had that car towed." Well, again, better than stolen. Though Dean didn't see it that way. "You what?!"
"Well, it was in a tow-away zone."
"No, it wasn't!"
"It was when I finished with it."
"What the hell are you even doing here?"
"A little yachting." Sam's face lit up and he interjected with his epiphany. "You're Alex." You assumed that the name probably had something to do with the current case, however, now wasn't the best time to ask for specifics. "You're working with that old lady." Bela nodded slightly. "Gert's a dear old friend." Dean snapped back at her, "Yea right. What's your angle?"
"There's no angle. There's a lot of lovely old women like Gert up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform séances so they can commune with their dead cats." Not a bad idea…though Dean seemed to disagree. "And let me guess, it's all a con. None of it's real."
"The comfort I provide them is very real." Interesting. She had a counter point at the ready, suggesting that she knew what she was doing was immoral, but had convinced herself otherwise. Good to know there was a conscience somewhere in there. Sam, however, seemed to miss that completely. "How do you sleep at night?"
"On silk sheets, rolling naked in money. Really, Sam, I'd expect the attitude from him. But you?" A distraction (the naked comment) and a deflection (insulting Sam) all in one breath. So she has a conscience, but doesn't want anyone to know. Sam's response knocked you back into the moment. "You shot me." Right, you forgot about that. Funny how once something happens enough times, it becomes commonplace, even getting shot. "I barely grazed you." The silence that followed was an indication that Bela's point was valid. "Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?" You disagreed mentally. Sam was just a stage five worrier. Regardless, Dean decided that the banter had played itself out and it was time to get serious. "You do know what's going on around here. This ghost-ship thing, it is real."
"I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved, by the way."
"It isn't."
"She didn't know that. Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding some real answers. Look…just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble. And I'd get to that car if I were you…before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao." The shiny brown trench coat turned it's back to you and strolled down the street. Dean thought aloud, "Can I shoot her?" to which Sam responded with, "Not in public." You smirked and nudged Sam with your elbow. "C'mon, I'll drive you guys to the impound and you can fill me in on the case." Dean's eyes lit up seeing your Jeep again, "Only if you promise that the raptors won't get us." Right. Hour one of working with the Winchesters.
