Thank you to chapter 3 reviewers Sharlot, Frenzied Warrior and Baltimoron48. Also special thanks to Sharlot for the amazing beta. I really appreciate it. I don't own Sam and Dean, they belong to Eric Kripke. I only own the voices in my head:)

Sam approached the pool event area nervously. He saw the stage with a runway that went right over the middle pool. Hot tubs, located to the left and right of the stage, were full of people relaxing to watch the event. There was a movie screen behind the stage with the event name proudly proclaimed in large blue letters "World's Sexiest Man Contest." Sam gulped down his nerves and headed to the crew member with the clipboard signing men up for the contest. Already three other competitors were signed in waiting for the event to start.

"Hi there, are you signing up for the event?" said the crew member whose nametag read Gavin from Wales.

"Yes, my brother is supposed to meet me here; he wanted to sign up too."

"Sounds great! You got in just under the wire. Can I see your sail n' sign card?"

Sam handed over the card still in a bit of shock that he was entering this contest.

"Okay Sam just let me know when your brother arrives and we will check him in. The contest is set to start in 10 minutes so I can only hold off a bit longer. But be prepared to give us your best Tom Jones," Gavin said with a smile.

Sam nodded his understanding. Then, Gavin walked away preparing other aspects of the contest. Sam shifted from foot to foot, hoping his gag with the swimsuit didn't backfire on him and Dean refused to show up. However, Dean never backed off a hunt in his life no matter what stupid thing he had to wear. Sam remembered the red gym shorts with a fond smile. Sam figured he would show up. Just then, Sam caught sight of a red faced, clearly pissed Dean wearing a white Royal Caribbean robe. Sam couldn't help the laughter that welled up inside him. This was going to be so good, Sam thought. Dean walked over to Sam, shifting his legs from side to side as through he was trying to move his clothing into a more comfortable position.

"I can't believe you, Sam. What were you thinking?" Dean demanded.

"I don't know what you mean," Sam said innocently. "We need to get you signed in."

"That is not an answer Sam!" Dean said, refusing to be lead off his point. "I'm wearing a freakin' Speedo over here." He said shifting his legs again.

Sam corrected Dean patiently. "Actually, those are boy shorts not a Speedo. It's a completely different design."

"Dude my boys barely fit in here! I don't care about the design. I care about the lack of material," Dean exclaimed and rolled his hips to dislodge the suit.

Sam started laughing until tears were dripping from his eyes. "Seriously Dean, stop it. You're making my sides hurt."

Sam's laughter caught Gavin's attention and he came over "Hi are you the brother? Ready to sign up?" Dean nodded. "Can I get your sail n' sign card?"

"Yeea, thanks," Dean said, still shooting glares at Sam who was snorting with laughter.

Rose appeared on stage introducing the contest and the judges. There were three female judges, and to Sam and Dean's horror they knew all three. Their cruising queen and table mate in the dining room, Sandy, was present, wearing comfortable black swim shorts and a matching black and white tankini. She was smiling and waving to the crowd when Rose introduced her. Shelia sat next to her, looking slightly less orange than the day before, her spray on tan was wearing off. However, her hot pink string bikini was still clashing with the slightly orange tone of her skin. Finally, the head judge was announced. Mindy was wearing a bright green bikini with a bandeau style top, the simple elegance of the design over shadowed by the chunky, gaudy green costume jewelry she wore. All three judges were wearing large sunglasses to protect their eyes from the hot afternoon sun. Sam let out a groan at their bad luck. Seeing the judges, Dean pulled the sides of his robe tighter. If looks could kill Sam would be deader than a doornail.

Rose explained that each contestant would be given a song and 2 minutes to show their best dance moves to the judges. The judges would write scores from 1 to 10 on their judging paddles. The first contestant, Josh, came onto the stage as the song Baby Got Back started to play. But Josh got stage fright, barely moving around the stage and looking painfully embarrassed. He got a sympathetic five from Sandy. Mindy and Shelia, however, were more demanding and scored him a one from Mindy and a two from Shelia. Rose tried to pump up the crowd for the next contestant. Ed was next in his mid-thirties and dressed up for the occasion in cutoff jean shorts with a slight beer belly. His fake mullet wig made Dean smile, thinking of Ash. His shirt said Where's the Beef? During his dance he took off the jean shorts to show a pair of yellow speedos proclaiming, Here's the Beef! His beer belly jiggled with each dance move. Sam and Dean couldn't help laughing at the comical display. The audience ate it up. He scored a ten from Sandy, a nine from Shelia and an eight from Mindy. Mindy was declared the tough judge of the bunch. The next guy called himself Michael Phelps. He was in a speedo with sunglasses and a swim cap. He did a strange dance that was a combination between a swim and a dance. He had a nicely toned physique, but nothing to write home about. The judges seemed a bit unsure of the swim/dance combo and Sandy awarded him a seven, Shelia a six, and Mindy a four.

Sam heard his name called. He was wearing his blue board short swim trunks with large white Hawaiian style flowers and a white tank top that went by the unfortunate name of wife beater. The colors set off his eyes and showed his muscular tanned biceps. "Let's welcome Sam from Kingsland, Georgia." Rose introduced. After the introduction, he heard the music for the Pitbull song, I Know You Want Me. Sam was relieved for the upbeat dance song; while at Stanford University Jess had loved to hit the clubs and dance the night away. He learned how to dance because he was a bit possessive and didn't want other guys dancing with his Jess.

Sam started his dance by ripping his tank top in half and tossing it to Shelia who screamed in delight. Going over to Sandy he straddled her chair coming in backwards. He dropped it like it was hot right in Sandy's lap. He gave her a nice series of booty popping moves. Sandy really got into it giving his butt a nice smack with her judging paddle, causing the crowd to cheer loudly.

Next up was Shelia. Sam straddled her chair, facing her and looking her directly in the eyes. He gave a little twist of his hips and a full body roll. Shelia was smiling and watching his hips.

Finally for Mindy he again straddled her chair, performing a series of pushups to bring his firmly-toned, bare chest into her face. She controlled the very strong urge to lick that bead of sweat sliding in between his pecs. The song luckily ended before Mindy's self-control did and Sam went unlicked. Dean was shocked seeing his baby brother's moves. He had no clue Sam could dance and was a bit nervous he would be outdone by his baby brother. No way could Dean lose sexiest man to Sammy! The judges presented their scores. Both Sandy and Shelia gave him perfect tens, but Mindy remained a tough judge giving him a nine.

Rose called up Dean. "Next comes Sam's brother, Dean, also from Georgia." She glanced over and noticed Dean's robe. "Okay Sweetheart time to lose the robe." Dean was untying his robe as the music started. He was happy to hear Sergio Mendes Brazilian Samba song Magalenha. While on a hunt in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, Dean had a torrid affair with a Samba queen, and she had showed him her best moves. The beat of Magalenha started slowly, allowing Dean to remove his robe with an elaborate hip roll. The robe fell away to reveal the swimsuit Sam had purchased at Wal-mart. Sam was correct. The suit wasn't quite a Speedo, but it was damn close. Unlike a traditional Speedo, this white suit had squared off legs, giving it more of the appearance of teeny tiny shorts. There was a teal strip running down the left side of the swimsuit. The suit fit like a glove, and the white color really showed off his golden skin. Once the robe dropped to the ground and the crowd caught sight of that delightfully small suit, shrill screams erupted from the women throughout the pool area. All three judges tossed their sunglasses away to get a better view of Dean's suit and moves. At that moment the drums kicked in on Magalenha and the music picked up speed. Dean did a perfect a series of quick samba steps rolling his hips with each move as he walked towards Sandy. He followed Sam's lead by straddling Sandy but forwards instead of backwards and doing a pelvis thrust, his chest popping to the beat of the drums.

Next, he moved on to Shelia's chair, straddling it and doing a series quick hips rolls while lowering his hips right onto her lap. As he moved away, Shelia used the judging paddle to fan herself. Last, he headed to Mindy; he wrapped his feet around the back of her chair so his legs were on either side of her upper body and proceeded to do ten sit-ups, just his muscular legs holding him off her in mid-air. There was a thunderous round of applause as well as wolf whistles when music ended, and Dean gracefully moved off of Mindy's lap. Mindy's cheeks were flushed bright red. She watched Dean walk away in what was to her mind the best swimsuit she had ever seen on any man. She hated to see him go, but the view was so awesome she decided it was alright.

Rose was momentarily stunned into silence. In all the time she had been the emcee for this contest she had never seem a man move that well. Dean came to stand next to her, and suddenly she realized she should be asking for judge's scores.

"Bartender I need some water. Those are some seriously hot moves. Where did you learn that?"

Sam was wondering the same thing. Dean gave Rose a smile and a wink. "A lady friend in New Orleans."

Sam mumbled "figures" under his breath.

Sandy, Shelia and Mindy handed up three tens at the same time. "It looks like Dean is the winner." The crowd erupted again into shrill screams and wolf whistles, and Dean received his medal and a bottle of champagne. He hastily put his robe back on much to the disappointment of the judges and Rose.

Sam went up to Dean. "Dude where the hell did you learn to dance like that?"

"Her name was Gabriela. I met her during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. She was a Brazilian Samba queen, and the way she could move her hips…wow!" Dean explained with a faraway look in his eyes, recalling something Sam really didn't need details on.

"Ew Dean, TMI. Moving on. Now is your chance to talk to Rose. Here she comes," Sam said, looking away from Dean and over to Rose.

"Nice job boys. I was worried about the event when poor Josh got stage fright," Rose said in a low voice so Josh wouldn't over hear. "But you two—wow! Dancing must be a genetic thing. Is your dad a great dancer too?"

Sam wasn't sure whether to flinch or laugh at the image of John Winchester busting a move. Dean was still so sensitive about Dad; Sam was worried how he would react. Before he could comment, Dean chimed in. "Definitely not from Dad. In fact I got no clue where Sam learned his dances moves. Do share Sammy," Dean said with a smile.

Sam did flinch this time and simply stated, "Jess." Dean's eyes were sympathetic as he watched his brother walk away.

"Jess was his girlfriend. She died," Dean explained to Rose who cringed at her insensitive question.

Sam's path was blocked by Shelia coming way into his personal space.

"So Sam, those were some nice moves. You and your brother should meet us up at Boleros," Shelia cooed near his ear. Sam wanted to be polite and didn't really know the best way to move away from Shelia.

"I'll have to check with Dean," Sam hedged in an evasive voice.

"I really like those shorts on you, but you were right to rip off that shirt. Such a waste to hide that great chest behind clothes," Shelia said, running her hand lightly over his chest. Sam jumped back a bit surprised at how forward Shelia was being. He was trying to figure out his next move when Sandy came over and rescued him.

"Hey, Sam great moves! I can claim I have two of the world's sexiest men at my dinner table," she said with a smile, stepping into Shelia's space with a mamma bear look that said 'back the fuck off, skank.' Sam was impressed. Sandy gave Shelia one steady challenging look, letting her eyes wander down to where Shelia's hand was on Sam chest. That look actually made Sam want to back off; Sandy could be a scary lady when she needed to be. Shelia knew when to beat a hasty retreat. She removed her hand from Sam's chest.

"I hope to see you and Dean at Boleros tonight," Shelia said as she wandered off with a disappointed Mindy. She had tried and failed to get a moment alone with Dean who was still engrossed in conversation with Rose.

"I hope that was okay. It didn't seem like you wanted her advances," Sandy said with a smile.

"Thank you. I wasn't quite sure how to get her to leave me alone," Sam said gratefully. "I think me grinding on her lap might have given the wrong impression," Sam said with a blush to his cheeks.

"Hey, I'm happily married with two kids, and I was pleased as punch to have your ass grinding in my face," Sandy couldn't resist saying just to see how red his face could get. As predicted he turned a dark shade of crimson.

"Sorry about that," Sam stuttered out in a self-conscious voice.

"Oh please, don't apologize. I enjoyed it. I'm hoping someone got a video for Youtube so I can show my other married friends. We old broads enjoy a vicarious thrill," Sandy said with a cheeky grin.

"Oh please God no," Sam said to the sky, his face etched in horror at the thought.

Sandy laughed. "Well I have to get going. June's expecting me for Bingo."

"See you at dinner." Sam smiled. He really liked Sandy and was glad to have a tablemate like her.

He went over to Dean who was chatting up Rose. "Hey Sam, Rose was just telling me about England. Didn't you do a college paper on Canewdon, England for your myths and legends class?"

Sam followed Dean's lead. "Actually my paper was on witches and Canewdon, England was a part of it. Andro at the gym told us your name was Rose Pye. My research said that Rose Pye was the first witch arrested in Canewdon."

Rose smiled, "That was my great great great aunt. There is a tradition in my family that the first born girl will have the name Rose Pye. Pye is really my middle name. Canewdon gets crazy on Halloween with the people trying to sneak in and see us witches in action. It's silly really. However, I did see a ghost once."

Sam gave Rose the enthralled stare. "You saw a ghost? I would love to hear the story."

"It was late at night on Halloween. I was sixteen at the time. My friends dared me to walk around St. Nicholas Church seven times. In Canewdon that is similar to saying Bloody Mary in front of a mirror. After the seventh time you are supposed to see a ghost witch. My hands were shaking after the seventh time. All of the sudden the air got cold, and I could see my breath. I felt a chill down my spine. That's when I saw her. She was dressed in grey and floated down from the church's west gate towards the river. It scared the heck out of me and my friends. We took off running for home," she said with a self-mocking laugh. "So that's my big Canewdon ghost story."

"Does anyone in your family practice witchcraft?" Dean asked bluntly.

"Well we have a crazy grandmother who claims to know protection spells." Rose laughed and glanced at her watch. "As much as I'm enjoying talking to you both I have to head off. I'm hosting bingo in twenty minutes. I need to get set up."

"Of course. I hope we didn't delay you with our questions," Sam said.

"No, I miss my home and I enjoy talking about it. Most people have never heard of Canewdon. Everyone here loves teasing me about it, calling me Glenda the good witch," she said with a laugh as she started to head off to bingo. Suddenly she stopped and came back over to the boys. "Are you the Sam and Dean who helped calm down my friend Althea after the incident with Mr. Castillo?"

"Guilty as charged. How is she doing?" Sam asked.

"She was really shaken up about what happened to him. I really appreciate you guys helping her out."

"You were on the previous cruise with Mr. Castillo? Was he…huh…how do I put this?" Sam struggled to find the polite words but was interrupted by Dean's bluntness.

"I think what Sam is trying to ask is; was Mr. Castillo always such a massive bag of dicks?" Dean asked.

Rose couldn't help the smile that graced her ruby lips; she liked people who were straight forward. "Mr. Castillo was very difficult on the last cruise," she said diplomatically. She gestured for Sam and Dean to come closer. "Please don't repeat this; passengers aren't normally invited. But since tomorrow is our first port day, the crew has a party planned tonight that starts about Midnight. Do you know where the ice rink is?"

"You're having a party on an ice rink? We're so in. Where is it?" Dean asked in an excited voice.

"They haven't started the ice shows, so right now the ice is covered. That's another reason the party's tonight. Anyway, it's on Deck 2 at Midnight. If anyone questions you just tell 'em Glenda sent you. I hope to see you blokes tonight," she said, waving them goodbye as she headed to bingo.

"Come on Sammy, I so want to put on some clothes. I feel naked. This thing keeps riding up my ass. I can't believe you bought me a freakin' Speedo?"

"I already told you it's not a Speedo," Sam said barely keeping the laughter out of his voice.

"Whatever dude. You owe me. We're going to that party tonight," Dean said preparing for an argument.

"I agree. It'll give us time to question Rose and the other crew further. Did you see the necklace Rose was wearing?" Sam asked.

"No. Was there something special about it?" Dean asked.

"It was a gold, almond-shaped evil eye with some type of pink crystal making the eye in the center." Sam explained.

"Okay, she's looking more and more like our witch. Still, she seems so nice," Dean said.

"Yeah, it's hard to picture her hexing people. But still, you never know about people. Let's head to the cabin and change. Then we should order our tuxedos for tonight and I want to head to the internet café on deck eight. See if I can research hexes for scurvy or whipping. I want to find out how the she's hexing people," Sam explained.

"I guess I can try to talk to different crew members about Mr. Castillo and the first victim. What's his name again?" Dean asked, getting back into the hunt as they walked up the stairs to their cabin.

"Leon Menendez, people should remember him. How many cruisers die of scurvy?" Sam answered.

Dean felt a huge sense of relief as he entered the cabin's bathroom and could change out of the uncomfortable creeping Speedo—so sorry—"boy shorts". So nice to be in big boy pants again he thought with a sigh as the put on the cargo shorts, grey t-shirt and Birkenstock sandals. He would have revenge on Sam; he was just biding his time. Sam knew it, and the wait for Dean's retaliatory attack was all a part of his plan. He would have Sam on edge waiting. Once Dean changed and exited the bathroom, he gave Sam a considering look, smirking when saw Sam tense up. Let the games begin! Dean thought with a grin.

They got fitted for their tuxedo rentals. Both Sam and Dean got black, two button Perry Ellis tuxedos. However, Sam's vest and full length tie were a dark red, while Dean's tie and vest were silver. Luckily the ship stocked pants that were long enough to fit Sam's legs. He had been worried about that.

After the sizing, Sam headed to the internet café while Dean hit the shops on deck five in search of swim trunks that covered quite a bit more than the boy shorts/Speedo. Sam and Dean had agreed to meet back at the room at 5PM to dress for dinner.

After searching the shops, Dean finally found a pair of swim trunks he could wear in public. He headed back to the pool area, ordering a beer and chatting with the bartender. After his second beer and no relevant information, Dean headed up to deck twelve. He noticed a couple with their heads close together taking pictures.

He thought how sweet it was with the husband suggesting shots for his wife to take—that is, until he heard the husband speak. "Yeah, the chick in the purple thong bikini, she's got a great ass! Get her picture. God, I love the zoom on that camera"

The wife smiled saying "Oh yeah I got some great video of that hot guy dancing in that white speedo during the World's Sexiest Man contest; that's definitely going on YouTube," the wife said in delight.

The husband couldn't help correcting his wife. "I don't think that was a Speedo. It looked more like shorts." Dean quickly took off before they saw him, horrified by the idea of the YouTube video.

Dean went up to deck thirteen to check out the rock climbing wall when he heard the thunder. He looked up at the clear sky in surprise. He was watching a man reach the top of the rock climbing wall. He saw a strange ball of blue fire over the man's head. It shocked him; the man's head looked to be on fire, but he wasn't burning. "St. Elmo's fire," he heard an amazed voice say next to him. He turned and saw Waldo's shocked expression.

"I never thought I would see it in person," Waldo said, watching the man with the blue fire over his head.

"What's St. Elmo's fire?" Dean asked.

"St. Elmo's fire is a mixture of gas and plasma. The electric field around the object in question causes ionization of the air molecules, producing a faint glow easily visible in low-light conditions. Approximately 1000 volts per centimeter induces St. Elmo's fire; however, this number is greatly dependent on the geometry of the object in question. Sharp points tend to require lower voltage levels to produce the same result because electric fields are more concentrated in areas of high curvature, thus discharges are more intense at the ends of pointed objects," Waldo explained, making Dean sorry he asked.

Waldo noticed the blank look on Dean's face and restated in simpler terms. "The nitrogen and oxygen in the Earth's atmosphere causes St. Elmo's fire to fluoresce with blue. It gives the visual effect of fire, but it's not really fire. It was a superstition that when St. Elmo's fire appeared over a sailor's head that sailor will die within a day."

After Waldo finished his statement they heard a loud snap at the rock climbing wall. The man no longer had the St. Elmo's fire over his head. He had fallen off the wall. The cord holding him up had somehow wrapped around his neck and he dangled hanging lifeless from the rock wall. The loud snap Waldo and Dean had heard was his neck breaking.

Dean's swimsuit is modeled after a suit I had the pleasure of seeing during my cruise. Thank you to the hot guy wearing it for doing the world a favor and showing the much wonderfully tanned skin. I will take and attach the picture to that chapter. BTW I love the samba song Magalenha by Sergio Mendes. I did listen to the song as I was writing Dean's dance. I hope you liked it.