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I'm skipping Sin City and Bedtime Stories.

On with it, shall we?

Red sky at night, sailor's delight,

Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.

CHAPTER SEVEN- TAKE WARNING

The witness, Gert, was flirting shamelessly with Sam.

She'd eyed Cas speculatively, but at a single glare from me, she backed off.

"Please," She simpered. "It's Ms. Case."

Did I mention she was about seventy years old?

"Okay," Sam blinked. "Um, Ms. Case, you were the one who found your niece, correct?"

"I came home, she was in the shower."

"Drowned?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"So the coroner says," Gert shrugged.

"Now, you tell me, how can someone drown in the shower?"

"How would you describe Sheila's behavior in the days before her death?"

Cas looked at her expectantly.

"Well, yes," Gert said thoughtfully.

"Sheila mentioned something quite strange before she died. She said she saw a boat."

"A boat?" I echoed.

"Yes. One minute it was there, then it was gone. It just disappeared right before her eyes. You think it could be a ghost ship?"

Sam paused.

"Uh, could be."

"You let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

She traced a finger slowly along Sam's hand.

He looked acutely uncomfortable, and Dean and I had a hard time stifling our snickers.

"Anything at all."

~Supernatural~

We walked along the docks quietly.

"What a crazy old broad," Dean remarked eloquently.

"Why?" Sam demanded. "Because she believes in ghosts?"

"Look at you," Dean whistled.

"Sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound."

"Bite me," Sam snapped.

Tired of their bickering, Cas decided to intercede.

"This boat. It's not the first one started around here. Every thirty-seven years, reports of a vanishing three-mast clipper out in the bay have been recorded. And every thirty-seven years, there's a mass of drownings. On land."

"It's just getting started," I realized.

"What's the lore?" Dean asked.

"Well, there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world. The S.S Violet, the Griffin, The Flying Dutchman, almost all of them are death omens," Cas supplied.

"So you see the ship and then a few hours later, you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?"

Cas stared at him for a second.

"That's not an analogy I would've used, but….yes."

"What's the next step?" Sam looked up.

"We gotta I.D the boat," I answered.

"That shouldn't be too hard," Dean said hopefully.

"I mean, how many three-mast clipper ships have wrecked off the coast?"

"Um," I sighed. "About one hundred and fifty."

"Wow."

I looked at the empty parking lot, confused.

"Dean, where's the Impala?"

Dean's eyes roved the place.

"This is where I parked it."

"Did you feed the meter?" Sam said, surprisingly calm.

"Yes, I fed the meter!" Dean sniped.

"Where's my car? Somebody stole my car!"

"Calm down," Sam instructed.

"I am calmed down!" Dean exploded. "Somebody stole my ca—"

He began hyperventilating.

"Whoa," I said, alarmed. "Dean. Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy."

A woman sauntered up.

"The '67 Impala? Was that yours?"

"Bela," Sam growled.

"I'm sorry," Bela smiled insincerely. "I had that car towed."

"You what?" Dean yelled.

"Well, it was in a tow-away zone," Bela shrugged.

"No, it wasn't!"

"It was when I finished with it," Bela smirked.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" I surveyed her with dislike.

"A little yachting," She answered flippantly.

"You're working with that old lady, aren't you?" Sam glared at her.

"Gert's a dear old friend," Bela grinned.

Cas stepped in front of us.

"Give them back their car. Now."

"And what'll you do, sweetie?" Bela drawled.

"Or I'll make you regret it," Cas' eyes flashed.

We got the car.

~Supernatural~

We staked out Peter Warren's house, and I shifted uneasily.

Cas wasn't here, and that made me even more nervous.

Both Sheila and Peter had seen the ship, but they had nothing in common.

I remembered how Bela had mocked us.

Was this really the life I wanted for myself?

Of course not.

But I looked at Dean and Sam, still quibbling in an undertone, and smiled slightly.

Maybe it wasn't what I'd expected, but I would stick with my family.

And that meant I'd stay with Cas, Dean and Sam, no matter what.

Peter found us out, parked outside his place, and refused to listen to us.

He ran to his car and got in, starting to drive off.

Before he made it to the gate, the car shuddered and died.

"That can't be good," Dean picked up his gun.

We ran to the car, but it was too late.

The spirit glared at me, and I shuddered.

Peter was convulsing, spewing up water.

Dean shot the spirit just in time, and I searched for a pulse.

There was none.