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DPOV

I looked in the rear-view mirror, making sure Liz was asleep. She was curled up in a ball in the curled behind Sam. There were a few things I needed to say to Sam and I knew she didn't like us arguing, so I thought it was best to wait for her to sleep. Usually Sam and I would already be yelling, but Liz was still recovering, which is why we were silent.

Fighting with the demon in Father Gil and then trying to stop the Brothers Grimm 'wolf'... she'd used her ability too much and it had drained her. Though it wasn't like how she'd been with her migraines- which I now knew where because of her ability. She was just sleeping a little more, and using her ability less.

Sam and I were still worried about her though, despite the fact she seemed to be getting better.

Breaking the silence, I looked over at my brother for a moment before turning back to the road. "So, I've been waiting since Maple Springs. You got something to tell me?"

He looked confused, but I could see through it. "It's not your birthday."

"No."

"Happy Purim?" He gave a short chuckle and a shrug. "Dude, I don't know. I have no idea what you're talking about-"

I cut him off, "There's a bullet missing from the Colt. You want to tell me how that happened? I know it wasn't me. It wasn't Liz. So unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans..."

"Dean..." he sighed.

"You went after her, didn't you? The crossroads demon. After I told you not to."

He gave another shrug, not caring. "Yeah, well..."

"You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"I didn't."

"And you shot her."

"She was a smartass!"

I fell silent for a moment as I wondered what this meant for me. "So, what? Does that, does that mean I'm out of my deal?"

"Don't you think I might have mentioned that little fact, Dean? No. Someone else holds the contract."

"Who?"

"She wouldn't say."

"Well, we should find out who. Of course, our best lead would be the crossroads demon. Oh, wait a minute..."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not funny."

"No, it's not! It was a stupid freaking risk, and you shouldn't have done it."

"I shouldn't have done it? You're my brother, Dean. And no matter what you do, I'm gonna try and save you. And I'm sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, all right?"

I had nothing else to say as I simply fell silent, concentrating on the road ahead while Sam sat there silent as well, shaking his head in exasperation.

EPOV

Standing in the living room of the home of Gertrude Case, an elegant seventy-year-old woman, Sam, Dean and I posed as cops to question her about the strange death of her niece who died by drowning in the shower.

"But I don't understand." She shook her head, looking down at a photo of her niece. "I already went over all this with the other detectives."

"Right, yes. But, see, we're with the Sheriff's Department, not the police department. Different departments," Dean explained.

Before Mrs Case could say anything, Sam spoke up. "So, Mrs Case-"

She cut him off suddenly, looking at the youngest Winchesters intently. "Please. Ms Case."

Looking a little uncomfortable with the attention he was getting from the older woman, Sam gave a tight smile. "Okay. Um, Ms Case... you were the one who found your niece, correct?"

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

"Drowned?"

"So the coroner says. Now, you tell me, how can someone drown in the shower?"

With no answer to her question, I spoke up. "Could you tell us how Sheila had been behaving in the days before her death? Was there anything strange about her? Did she act out of the ordinary?"

Ms Case looked to each of us, confused. "Wait a minute. You're working with Alex, aren't you?"

None of us spoke at first, unsure how to respond. It was Dean who spoke after a moment or two, offering a polite smile. "Yep. Absolutely. That's-" He chuckled lightly. "Alex and us, we're like this."

Ms Case returned his smile, seeming a little more willing to talk now. "Why didn't you say so? Alex has been such a comfort. But I'm sorry. I thought the case was solved."

"Uh... well, no." Sam shook his head. "No, not yet."

"I see." Ms Case sighed, taking a seat on her couch.

"So, anyways, we were talking about your niece," Sam pressed.

"Well, yes. Sheila mentioned something quite strange before she died," Ms Case started, her attention on Sam. "She said she saw a boat."

I frowned before speaking just as Dean did as well. "A boat?" we asked.

"Yes." Ms Case nodded. "One minute it was there, then it was gone. It just disappeared right before her eyes. You think it could be a ghost ship? Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship," she spoke to Sam, still looking at him intently.

It was clear the younger Winchester didn't like the attention, but he stayed professional. "Well, um... could be."

"Well. You let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." Ms Case gave him a suggestive smile as she reached up to trace her finger along Sam's hand which made Sam even more uncomfortable. "Anything at all."

...

"What a crazy old broad." Dean grinned as the three of us walked along the docks, heading back to Baby.

"Why? Because she believes in ghosts?" Sam actually sounded a little defensive.

I laughed. "Aren't you cute, sticking up for your girlfriend."

"Cougar hound." Dean chuckled.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Bite me."

"Hey, not if she bites you first," Dean joked. "So, who's this Alex? We got another player in town?"

"I've never heard of him... or her," I noted.

Sam shrugged. "Doesn't change our job."

"And we're thinking ghost ship, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "It's not the first one sighted around here, either."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Every thirty-seven years, like clockwork, reports of a vanishing three-mast clipper ship out in the bay," Sam explained. "And every thirty-seven-years, a rash of weirdo, dry-land drownings."

"So, whatever's happening is just getting started," Dean sighed.

I didn't blame the tone of frustration. If we didn't finish the case fast, more people would die.

"According to the lore," I started, "there are sighted apparitions of old wrecks all over the world. The S.S. Violet, the Griffin, the Flying Dutchman. And almost all of them are death omens."

"So, what happens? You see the ship and then a few hours later, you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?" Dean had a way with words.

Sam gave a short nod. "Basically."

"What's the next step?"

"Sam and I have to I.D. the boat," I answered.

"That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three-mast clipper ships have wrecked off the coast?" Dean had no idea...

"I checked that too, actually." Sam didn't look to enthused. "Over one hundred and fifty."

Dean looked at his brother shocked. "Wow."

Sam sighed. "Yeah."

"Crap," I groaned.

"Mm-hm." Sam nodded.

We walked up some concrete steps, moving to the parking spaces by the side of the road. But as we reached the spot where we'd parked, we couldn't see the car anywhere...

Dean looked around confused, trying to find his Baby. "This is where we parked the car, right?"

I started to look around as well. "I thought so."

"Where's my car?" He was calm now, but I could hear it in Dean's tone, he was getting worked up.

"Did you feed the meter?" Sam asked.

That one question pushed Dean over the edge as he answered in a panicked voice. "Yes, I fed the meter." He turned to his brother and I. "Where's my car? Somebody stole my car?!" he yelled, ready to rip someone to shreds.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Sam grabbed him before Dean could do something stupid. "Calm down. Dean-"

"I am calmed down!" Dean insisted, with a raised voice. Clearly, he wasn't calm. "Somebody stole my ca-" He began hyperventilating. Bending over, he tried to calm himself, clutching his knees.

"Hey, Dean." I hurried over to his side, resting a hand on his back. "Dean breath. Okay? Deep breaths."

"Take it easy." Sam stood on his other side. "Take it easy."

"The '67 Impala? Was that yours?"

All three of us looked up to glare at the person walking towards us.

"Bela." Sam glared.

"I'm sorry." She looked so smug. "I had that car towed."

"You what?!"

I placed my hand on Dean's shoulder, turning so I could face him. "Stay calm. We're in public," I muttered.

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

"No, it wasn't!" Dean snapped.

She grinned at him then. "It was when I finished with it."

Stepping in front of Dean, I glared at Bela. "What are you doing here?"

"A little yachting," she answered flippantly.

"You're Alex," Sam realised. "You're working with that old lady."

I groaned, "You're conning her. Pretending to be some kind of psychic that can talk to her niece.

"Gert's a dear old friend." Bela looked to me, still so smug and proud of herself. "There's a lot of lovely old women up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform séances so they can commune with their dead cats."

"You're full of crap. Nothing you do is real. You're lying to them."

"The comfort I provide them is very real," she argued, turning to leave.

Sam shook his head at her, disgusted. "How do you sleep at night?"

Turning back around, she answered. "On silk sheets, rolling naked in money. Really, Sam. I'd expect the attitude from them," she gestured to Dean and I, "but you?"

"You shot me," he reminded her, not holding back the distaste in his voice.

She just rolled her eyes at him. "I barely grazed you." She did have a point, but that didn't make it right. Looking to Dean, she spoke again, "Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?"

He didn't answer her though, instead turned the conversation back to the case. "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." She didn't even care that people were actually dying, or going to die.

"Unlike you, we're not here to get rich. We're here to save people."

"Please. Always so noble. You haven't changed a bit, Elizabeth."

"Neither have you."

"Look... just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble," she told the three of us. "And I'd get to that car if I were you. Before they find the arsenal in the trunk." She grinned once last time before finally walking off to leave. "Ciao."

"Can I shoot her?" Dean muttered.

"Not in public." Sam shook his head, though the tension in his voice told me he wanted Dean to.

SPOV

Instead of staying at a hotel last night, we'd found an abandoned house to squat in. That's why we were late to the scene of yet another crime. By the time we got there, Bela was already questioning the victim's brother as she impersonated a news reporter.

"I am so sorry for your loss, Mr Warren." Her English accent was gone, replaced with a fake American one. "Now, if you could just tell me one more time about the ship your brother saw."

The three of us approached them, Lizzie and I glaring at Bela as Dean spoke to her. "Ma'am, I think this man's been through quite enough. You should go."

She smiled tightly at him, not happy that we were here pushing her way. "But I just have a few more questions."

"No. You don't," I told her firmly.

She glared at me, for a moment before turning back to them man, acting professional once again. "Thank you for your time."

Once she was gone, Dean turned to Peter Warren. "Sorry you had to deal with that. They're like roaches," he said the last part a little loudly so Bela could hear.

Lizzie stepped up to Peter, gesturing for him to follow her as she led him further away from Bela. "We couldn't help but overhear you and the reporter. She said you mentioned a ship. That your brother saw one. Could you tell us about it?"

"It was, uh... like the old Yankee clippers. A smuggling vessel. The rakish topsail, a barkentine rigging. Angel figurehead on the bow."

"That's a lot of detail for a ship your brother saw," I noted.

"My brother and I were night diving. I saw the ship, too."

Lizzie, Dean and I shared a look, knowing what that meant. He saw the ship. Whatever killed his brother and Sheila was coming for him next.

Over Dean's shoulder I caught sight of Bela talking to some police officers, gesturing towards our small group. I nudged Dean, nodding over so he knew where to look. One glance at Bela and we knew what she was doing. She was ratting us out.

"Ah, okay." Lizzie gave Peter a forced polite smile. "Well, if we have any more questions we'll be in touch. Thank you." She nodded before the three of us walked off, leaving Peter.

We hurried without trying to draw attention to ourselves, walking away from the crime scene without getting caught by the police.

EPOV

Standing by Baby's trunk, Dean, Sam and I were getting ready for tonight. We still weren't a hundred percent sure what we were dealing with but we had a feeling it was a ghost. A ghost which was going after Peter. We were going to let him die, which meant we had to gear up and get ready for a long night staked out of his house.

"I see you got your car back."

Dean sighed as he turned to look at Bela as she approached us. "You really want to come near me when I got a loaded gun in my hands?"

"Now, now. Mind your blood pressure. Why are you even still here? You have enough to I.D. the boat."

"That guy back there saw the ship," Sam told her.

"Yeah? And?" She just didn't seem to care.

"And, he's going to die, so we have to save him," Sam added.

She smiled, looking to each of us as Dean closed the trunk and we turned to face her. "How sweet."

"You think this is funny?" Dean was trying to keep his cool, but it was clear he didn't like Bela. I didn't blame him. She messed with his car. Even I wasn't stupid enough to do that.

"He's cannon fodder. He can't be saved in time, and you know it," she answered matter-of-factly.

Shaking his head, Sam turned to walk to his door, wanting to leave already, Dean doing the same. But I stayed where I was, facing her off.

I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at her. "You may not care, but we're actually going to try and save him. We're not cold hearted, unlike you."

Her smile slipped. "Yeah, well, I'm actually going to find the ship and put an end to this. But you have fun."

Dean had been about to get in the car when he paused. "Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this, huh? What, did Daddy not give you enough hugs or something?"

We may not have the best past, but I knew which buttons to press if I wanted to upset Bela. Her family had always been a sore subject. So much so, I refused to speak about them to her. There are better ways of making her angry than to hurt her feelings, and like I told her, I'm not cold hearted.

Though she did play it cool, looking to Dean as if his words hadn't hurt. "I don't know. Your daddy give you enough?" she asked as he moved over to stand by us again. "Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're not better than I am."

"We help people," he insisted.

She just scoffed. "Come on. You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer. Whereas I, on the other hand, I get paid to do a job and I do it. So, you tell me, which is healthier?"

I really wanted to hit her for the serial killer comment, but I was holding it in. I knew better than to start something out on the street here anyone could see us. It's not that I couldn't take her, I could. I just didn't want the witnesses.

"Bela, why don't you just leave?" Sam told her, moving to stand by me as well. "We've got work to do."

"Yeah. You're zero for two. Bang-up job so far." She looked so smug, turning around and leaving.

SPOV

Dean and I sat in the front of the car while Lizzie sat in the back like usual. We were waiting. Parked outside of Peter's house. It was dark now, and we knew it was only a matter of time before whatever was coming for him got here.

"Anything good?" Dean asked, gesturing to the paper work and files I was going through.

"No, not really," I sighed. "I mean, both brothers are Duke University grads. No criminal record. I mean, a few speeding tickets. They inherited their father's real estate fortune six years ago."

"How much?"

"$112 million."

Lizzie's head appeared between us as she looked to the paper work in my hands. "Holy crap."

Dean gave an impressed whistle. "Nice life."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I mean, nice, clean, above board. So why did they see the ship? Why Sheila, too? What do they all have in common?"

"Maybe nothing," Dean suggested.

Lizzie just shook her head. "There's always something."

"Hey, you!"

The three of us looked over to see Peter standing by his gate, yelling at us. With a shared look between us, we sighed and got. Crossing the road, we knew we'd been caught and it wasn't like we could leave. Not when he could still be killed before the night ended. So it looked like we were going to have to lie our way out of this. Like usual.

"What are you guys doing?! You watching me?"

"Sir, calm down. Please," I called out to him.

But he didn't listen. "You aren't cops! Not dressed like that. Not- not in that crappy car."

Dean slowed down, not looking too happy with the guys comment. "Whoa, hey. No need to get nasty."

Lizzie looked more offended than Dean. "Hey!"

"We are cops, okay?" I insisted. "We're undercover. We're here because we think you're in danger."

"From who?"

How are we supposed to explain this...? "If you just settle down, we'll talk about it."

Shaking his head, Peter began to back up. "Look, you three just stay away from me!" he yelled as he turned and ran for his car.

"Wait!" I yelled out to him.

"Hey, you moron! We're trying to help you!" Dean called.

As the car drove off, approaching the other gate, it began to cough and shudder before dying altogether.

"That's not good..." Lizzie noted.

"Dean, go get the salt gun," I ordered.

Lizzie chose then to lift her hand and push the gate open seeing at it was locked. It took a second, but the gate pushed open, letting the two of us rush in and towards the car.

Running towards the car we could see another person in there with Peter. But we could see more than that. It appeared that water was running down the windows on the inside as Peter twitched and struggled.

As I reached Peter's window, I tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Peter!"

Lizzie lifted her hand again, squeezing her fist closed, causing the glass of Peter's window to smash and shatter.

The ghost glared at her, reaching out.

"Look out!" Dean called.

Both Lizzie and I ducked quickly, right before Dean took a shot with the salt gun. Hitting the ghost with the rocks, he caused it to disappear.

Once the shot had been made I was up, reaching into the car to grab and help Peter. But as I pulled him away from the steering wheel which he'd been leaning on, it became clear that we were too late. He was dead.

I shook my head at Dean, who then kicked the car out of frustration.

EPOV

I sat on the couch leaning against Dean. He was on his phone and I was reading a book. Sam sat at the table, reading as well, all of us sitting in silence. The night had been long and losing Peter had been hard on all of us. It was as if every time we tried to actually do something good, we just ended up doing something wrong.

A knock at the front door had us all look towards it.

Sighing, Dean got up to see who it was. As he turned back to us the look on our face let us know who it was. Unlocking the door, he let Bela in.

She took a few steps before coming to a complete stop. "Dear... God." I rolled my eyes at her as she took the place in. "Are you actually squatting? Charming." She looked repulsed for a moment longer before smiling once more. "So how'd things go last night with Peter?" Our silence was her answer. "That well, huh?"

"If you say 'I told you so', I swear to God I'll start swinging," Dean warned, walking past her.

Looking to each of us, Bela ignored his threat. "Look, I think the four of us should have a heart-to-heart."

Taking his spot on the couch next to me again, Dean didn't even look at her as he spoke, "That's assuming that you have a heart."

"Dean, please... I'm sorry about what I said before, okay? I come bearing gifts."

"Such as?" Sam pressed, though really not interested in whatever she has to offer.

"I've ID'd the ship," she stated, unzipping a portfolio file as she stepped up to the table to hand Sam some paper work. "It's the Espírito Santo, a merchant sailing vessel, quite a colourful history. In 1859 a sailor was accused of treason. He was tried aboard ship in a kangaroo court and hanged. He was thirty-seven."

"Come on." I patted Dean's knee and got up to take a look at what she had to offer. He groaned in frustration but followed nonetheless.

"Which would explain the thirty-seven-year cycle," Sam noted.

"Aren't you a sharp tack?" Bela grinned at him "There's a photo of him somewhere..." She flipped through file before pulling out the photo. "Here."

Dean took one look and recognised one of the men in an instant. "Isn't that the customer we saw last night?"

"You saw him?" Bela asked.

"Yeah." Dean gestured to the man in the photo. "That's him, except he was missing a hand."

"His right hand?"

Sam frowned at her, confused and surprised. "How'd you know?"

"The sailor's body was cremated, but not before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory," she explained.

"A hand of glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week." Dean chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at him but at the smile time I couldn't keep myself from smiling as well. "The right hand of a hanged man is a serious occult object. It's very powerful."

Bela shrugged. "So they say."

"And officially counts as remains," Dean caught on.

Sam shook his head, still a little confused by the whole thing. "But still, none of this explains why the ghost is choosing these victims." He had a good point.

"I'll tell you why." We all looked to Bela expectantly, waiting for her answer. When she gave it, we weren't exactly pleased. "Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing."

Dean watched her, unsure. "I don't get it. Why are you telling us all of this?"

"Because I know exactly where the hand is."

"Where?"

"At the Sea Pines Museum. It's a macabre bit of maritime history. But I need help."

"What kind of help?"

She simply smiled and I knew then that we weren't going to like whatever she needed us to do.

DPOV

"What is taking so long?" Bela called from downstairs. "Sam and Elizabeth are probably already halfway there."

"So not okay with this!" I yelled back as I stood in front of the mirror, pouting at the tie around my neck. It just wouldn't stay straight.

"What are you, a woman? Come down already."

I had no other choice, so with a deep breath I began to walk down the stairs to meet her.

She stood by the table, dressed in a black evening gown with a diamond necklace and a few more jewels. If I didn't hate her so much I'd probably think she look good.

As I stood in front of her I let out a sigh. "All right, get it out. I look ridiculous."

She grinned, looking me up and down. "Not exactly the word I'd use."

"What?"

"You know, when this is over," her eyes locked on to mine, "we should really have angry sex."

I shifted uncomfortably. Folding my arms over my chest, I frowned. "Don't objectify me." She just continued to grin as I nodded to the door. "Let's go.

...

We entered the Sea Pines Museum. Music played, people were gather in small groups chatting away. Everything was so fancy, there was even a champagne fountain in the front entrance. The place was also heavily guarded.

Bela tugged on my arm. "Are you chewing gum?" When I didn't respond, she sighed. "Try to behave as if you've lived this life before, yeah?"

Looking around, I took the gum out of my mouth and moved over to the fountain. Trying to act casual I then pressed the gum to the underside of the fountain before turning to Bela again. She looked appalled, rolling her eyes.

Giving her a thumbs-up, I headed over and let her loop her arm through mine again as we walked into the main room where most of the guests were gathered.

We headed straight for the bar and were only there for a moment or two before Bela spoke up.

"Now I remember why I was so interested in her."

Having no idea what she was going on about, I turned to ask her. But before I could speak, I froze. Entering the room along with Sam and Ms Case, was Liz, and she looked... she looked beautiful.

EPOV

I tugged on my dress uncomfortably, feeling so out of place as Sam and I waited for Ms Case to finish with the man letting everyone into the gathering. Seeing as it was a fancy event, Sam was dressed in a tuxedo while I had to borrow a dress for Ms Case's late niece Sheila. Which kind of made me feel worse.

The dress was beautiful, I'd admit that. Red lace that fell all the way to the floor and gathered around my feet. The split ran up my left leg to the middle my thigh. With short cap sleeves, a jewel neckline and a cut-out back the revealed a lot more skin than I was used to. I'd left my hair down, with a few braids that were pulled back by a jewelled pin. My shoes were simple, nude and strappy heels, and the only things I felt right in.

"You look lovely." The older woman smiled at me as she moved over to us again.

I returned her smile, simply out of respect. "I don't compare to you."

She blushed for a moment before looping her arm through Sam's as she looked up at him. "This'll get their tongues wagging, eh, my Adonis?"

Sam let out a sigh as we started for the main room. "Just remember, we're on business."

"Oh, but sometimes business can be pleasure, hmm?" Ms Case slid her free hand up his chest seductively.

"Right." He gave a forced smile.

While I was trying desperately hard not to laugh as we came to a stop and Ms Case began to run her hand over his back possessively, causing him to chuckle nervously.

Turning, Sam grabbed her hands as he smiled down at her. "You know, uh, could you excuse us for a moment?"

"Of course." She nodded.

"I promise I won't keep him," I told her before Sam and I headed over to the bar where Bela and Dean were.

Dean was looking at me as if he were trying to say something but was unable. Taking in his appearance, I almost found myself incapable of words as well. I still liked him in his flannel and leather jacket, but seeing Dean dressed in a tuxedo was a sight to behold.

Not noticing his brother's speechlessness, Sam glared at Bela. "Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?"

"As long as it takes." She shrugged smugly.

"You okay, Dean?" I asked.

He shook his head as if trying to collect his thoughts before he turned to his brother. "Look, there's security all over this place, all right. This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so-"

Sam cut him off, "We can crash anything, Dean."

Grinning, Dean shrugged. "Yeah, I know, but this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining."

"You know there are limits to what I'll do, right?"

"Don't worry, Sammy." I gave his chest a gentle pat. "I won't let the scary woman hurt you."

"I don't think she's planning on hurting him... much." Dean's grin widened as he chuckled, turning to two glasses of champagne. "Come on." He nodded to Bela before they started to leave. As he passed me, he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You are by far the most beautiful woman here."

I couldn't help but blush as I looked over my shoulder to watch him walk away with Bela.

A moment later, two glasses appeared in front of Sam as Ms Case appeared. "To us." She smiled.

Sam took one of the glasses and quickly downed the alcohol, which had Ms Case watching him with excitement in her eyes.

Chuckling lightly, I pressed a hand to Ms Case's arm. "Why don't I let you two have some fun while I go look around?" Without waiting for an answer I began to walk off, looking over my shoulder once to see Sam's eyes pleading and begging that I wouldn't leave him.

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