Chest Fiend: No, I didn't do the episode where they go home.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Daniel let out a mental sigh of relief as his desk phone rang, pulling him away from filling out reports for a short time. Setting down his pen and rotating his wrist to get the blood circulating again, he picked up the phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" There was silence on the other end and Daniel's brow furrowed as he took the phone away to look at it then put it back up to his ear. "Hello? Anybody there?"

"Herbivore." He stilled at the familiar tone of a certain female fugitive.

"Selena?" Casting his eyes around for any ease droppers, Daniel lowered his voice to a whisper. "How in the world did you get this number?" He didn't know how it was possible, but he could hear her raised eyebrow. He sighed. "Let me rephrase. Why are you calling me?"

"Walls have ears and humans have lips. I hope that yours didn't give any tips." Daniel blinked. It took him a while to figure out what Selena was saying.

"No. I didn't tell anyone." Even if he told, he doubted that they could find and catch her.

"Annoying at the worst of times, but relentless at others, has the boys in black become a bother?" Boys in black? Daniel said nothing for a long minute as he turned over her words. It then clicked.

"No. They haven't or I don't think they have bothered me." Selena let out a small grunt.

"I need your number." She suddenly said.

"What?"

"Your number. What is it, herbivore?"

"Wait, why do you-" She cut him off.

"I don't have time. Talk or I hang up." Daniel quickly chooses the former option. After giving her his number, Selena hung up. He looked at the phone, then put it back on its receiver and leaned back in his chair. He stared at nothing. Something must have happened. That was the only reason he could come up with as to why she called him. Maybe the FBI was closing in on the Winchesters. The feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket brought the young cop out of his thoughts. Taking it out, he looked to see he had a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: I'll keep in touch.

It was only one sentence, but that one sentence spoke more words than Selena could in person. A small smile crossed Daniel's face, and he went back to work with a lighter mood.

Xxx

Selena slid her phone back in her pocket and crossed her arms, feeling the straps on her sleeves and jacket buckle.

"So, who was it on the phone back at the gas station, Selena?" Dean asked, looking at her in the review mirror. Selena stared back.

"An acquaintance." She replied.

"Acquaintance?" He raised a brow. "Like that guy in Maple Springs?"

"This acquaintance is someone I saved while on a hunt. It benefits me to keep in contact with him." Dean seemed bemused by her answer and exchanged glanced with Sam.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, turning his head to look at her and her eyes flickered to him, not answering for a long minute.

"…I shall see in time." She then looked out the car window, ending the conversation. Sam brow furrowed at her and he looked at Dean, who shrugged. Sometimes their sister was weird. The occupants of the Impala fell into a comfortable silence before Dean broke it.

"Speaking of Maple Springs, I've been waiting since we left." He glanced at Sam. "You got something to tell me?"

"It's not your birthday." Sam replied, feigning ignorance.

"No."

"Happy Purim? I don't know. I've no idea what you're talking-" Dean cut him off, not having any of Sam's lies.

"There's a bullet missing from the Colt. You wanna tell me how that happened?" Sam shook his head. "I know it wasn't me or Selena. So unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans…"

"Dean-"

"You went after her, didn't you?" Dean questioned, crossly. "The Crossroads Demon. After I told you not to."

:He figured it out faster than I thought.: Cheshire muttered.

'Dean's more observant than people give him credit for and he knows Sam wouldn't just backdown without a fight.' Selena looked at Sam's reflection in the window. He didn't drop dead when he returned to the motel a few days ago. He must have missed the Crossroads Demon. She frowned as an image of Crowley popped into her mind along with the faint sense of worry. Ridiculous! She has only seen the demon three times, and they barely know one another. She had other things to worry about then a demon herbivore.

"Yeah, well…"

"You could've got killed!"

"I didn't."

"And you shot her."

"She was a smartass." Selena stood corrected. Sam shot the demon. So how wasn't he a maggot-ridden corpse by now?

"So, what?" Does that mean I'm out of my deal?" Sam gave him an "Are you stupid" look.

"Don't you think I might've mentioned that little fact, Dean?" He asked. Dean didn't bother responding. "No, someone else holds the contract." Selena's ears perked up at that information.

"Who?"

"She wouldn't say."

"Well, we should find out who. Of course, our best lead would be the Crossroads Deamon." He glanced at Sam. "Oh, wait a minute."

"That's not funny." Sam said dryly.

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

"I shouldn't have done it?" Sam questioned incredulously. "You'er my brother, Dean. No matter what I'm gonna try and save you." Dean scoffed softly, shaking his head. "And I'm sure as hell not apologize for it." Dean said nothing, and Sam huff, facing the front. The car settled into a tense silence after that.

Xxx

"But I don't understand. I already went over this with the other detectives." An older woman, Gertrude Case, told the Winchester siblings.

"Right, yes, but see, we're with the Sheriff's department." Dean said. "Not the police department, different departments."

"So, Mrs. Case…" Sam began only to be cut off of the woman.

"Oh, please." She smiled at him and Selena raised a brow at the arousal blooming in her scent. "Miss Case." Sam blinked, floundering somewhat and uncomfortable at the obvious flirting.

"Okay, um…Miss. Case, um…You were the one who found your niece, correct?"

"I came home. She was in the shower."

"Drowned?"

"So the coroner says." Miss Case frowned, skepticism in her voice. "Now, you tell me, how can someone drown in the shower?"

"How would you describe Sheila's behavior in the days before her death? I mean, did she seem frightened? Maybe she said something out of the ordinary or…"

"You're working with Alex, aren't you?" Sam and Dean looked at each other than back to Miss Case. They did not know who this Alex person was but they'll go along with it.

"Yep, absolutely, that's…" Dean smiled and chuckled. "Alex and us, we're like this." He raised two entwined fingers. Miss Case's personality did a 180, turning warmer and she seemed to become more open with them.

"Why didn't you say so?" She questioned. "Alex has been such a comfort." The older woman sat down in the chair behind her. "But I'm sorry. I thought the case was solved."

"Uh, well, no. No, not yet." Sam said.

"I see."

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

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

"A boat?"

"Yes. One minute it was there, then it was gone. It just disappeared right before her eyes." Cheshire hummed in interest.

:A ghost ship? No wonder the girl died. They are death's ferry.:

'Indeed. But I doubt a ghost ship could cause drowning in a shower.' Selena pointed out.

:Fair point. A mystery…: Cheshire let out a huff of amusement. :We always find the most amusing cases.:

"You think it could be a…" Miss Case lowered her voice to a whisper. "Ghost ship?" Te brothers gave her a confused look and she clarified. "Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship."

"Well, uh…" Sam gave an unsure chuckle. "Could be." Miss Case nodded, satisfied at the answer while Selena wondered who this Alex could be. The person seemed to be held high in esteem by Miss Case.

"Well…You let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." She reached out a hand, lightly tracing Sam's fingers, and she stared at Sam. "Anything at all." The suggestion was clear in her voice. Dean and Selena looked on at Sam's situation with amusement. Sam looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than here right now. Dean cleared his throat and Miss Case removed her hand. Cheshire chuckled. Never a dull moment with these two.

Xxx

The siblings walked along the boardwalk by the bay, heading back to the Impala.

"What a crazy, old broad." Dean said, though there was no heat in his tone.

"Why?" Sam asked. "Because she believes in ghosts?" Dean laughed, eyeing Sam with mirth.

"Look at you. Standing up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound."

"Bite me." Sam responded wryly. That only gave Dean more ammunition.

"Not if she bites you first." Playful banter over, Dean went straight to business. "So who's this Alex? We got another player in town?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't change our job."

"It does if this Alex interferes." Selena remarked. "It never ends well when we team up with other hunters." Dean and Sam thought back to the hunts when they teamed up with other hunters and silently agreed with her.

"We're thinking ghost ship, right?"

"Yeah, it's not the first one sighted around here either." Sam revealed.

"Really?"

"Every 37 years, like clockwork. Reports of vanishing three mast clipper ship out in the bay. And every 37 years, a rash of weirdo dry-land drownings."

:You were saying at the house?:

'Silence, feline.'

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

"Yeah."

"What's the lore?"

"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."

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

"Basically."

"What's the next step?"

"I gotta I.D. the boat."

"That shouldn't be hard. I mean, how many three-mast clipper ships have wreaked off?"

"I checked that too, actually. Over 150." Dean's eyebrows rose high and Selena mentally sighed. Cases were never easy.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Crap."

"Mm-hmm." They went up the stairs and approached the parking spot where the Impala is, or supposed to be at. The three stopped and stared.

"This is where we parked, right?" Dean asked, moving to the empty parking space.

"I thought so." Sam replied. Selena's head tilted, and she checked the meter. Did it expire? No. They still had time.

"Where's my car?" Looking around, they tried to spot the Impala.

"Did you feed the meter?" Dean turned to Sam, panic and anger building up.

"Yes, I fed the meter. Sam, where's my car? Somebody stole my car!" He stormed to the sidewalk.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down."

"I am calm! Somebody stole my…" Dean put his hands on his knees and started hyperventilating. Sam noticed this and quickly went to his side, pulling him up straight. Nearby people began to stare, but Selena gave them a glare and they quickly averted their eyes.

"Take it easy. Take it easy." Sam tried to calm Dean down.

"The '67 Impala? Was that yours?" A British female voice asked them. The siblings looked over to see a brown-haired female in a brown trench coat approaching them. She stopped in front of them with a sly smirk and the brother's expression turned recognition.

"Bela." Sam greeted with exasperation in his tone. Selena's eyes narrowed. Bela? The same Bela that shot Sam? Her nose twitched. Deceit practically drenched her natural scent.

"I'm sorry. I had that car towed."

"You what?" Dean exclaimed.

"It was in a tow-away zone."

"No, it wasn't!" Bela's expression was straight as she leaned in slightly.

"It was when I finished with it." There was a beat of silence and Bela's gaze flickered to Selena. She smiled, but Selena only gave her a cold stare. "Hello. I don't assume we've met. You must be the sister."

"…You shot Sam." Bela's smile faltered a little as she suddenly felt the temperature drop around her and a sharp feeling of fear running through her body.

"I did." The silver-haired hunter's head tilted and even though Bela couldn't see her eyes, she could feel them pinning her in place.

"I should kill you," Both Dean and Sam shot Selena a bewildered look but she ignored them and continued on. "But there are too many witnesses."

"I-I see."

"But make no mistake. Do it again and I will tear your organs out and hang you with your own intestines." There was a menacing silence as the three processed her words. Funny things was that they knew that she would do it. Dean shook off his bewilderment and looked at an equally stunned Bela.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" He questioned. She shrugged.

"A little yachting." Sam gained a look of realization.

"You're Alex. You're working with that old lady."

"Gert's a dear old friend." His expression told her he didn't believe her, and rightly so after they ran into her last time.

"Yeah, right." Dean said. " What's your angle?"

"There's no angle." Bela replied. "There's a lot of old women like Gert up and down around the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms. Preform seances so they can commune with their dead cats."

"And let me guess, it's all a con. None of it's real."

"The comfort I provide them is very real." She turned, passing them by.

"How do you sleep at night?" Sam questioned, judgment in his voice. Bela turned to them.

"On silk sheets, rolling naked in money." She remarked, smirking. "Really, Sam, I'd expect the attitude from him." She inclined her towards Dean. "But you?"

"You shot me."

"I barely grazed you." Sam rolled his eyes. "Cute, but a bit of a drama queen, yeah?" Selena eyed Bela distrustfully from the corner of her eye. A con artist. A good one at that. She hates admit it, but her brothers were a little out of their league with this one. She was a sneaky vixen. And like all foxes, she should be watched with a wary eye.

"You do know what's going on. This ghost ship thing. It's real." Dean spoke up.

"I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved, by the way."

"It isn't." Bela's expression hadn't changed but irritation underlined her tone.

"She didn't know that. Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding real answers." She sighed. "Look, just stay out of my way-"

"Fox herbivore, are you hiding something?" Selena interrupted, turning her head to look at Bela. She could smell the unease making its way in the con artist's scent as the two stared at each other.

"Of course not. It'll be a problem if she discovered my scam so early on." A lie. Selena let out a small grunt and went back to ignoring her.

:Kill her later on? I'm getting a bit hungry.:

'No. It would look too suspicious after I just threatened her. We can just buy some meat from the store later.'

:One less threat to our litter mates.: Cheshire pointed out. Selena could already see the wide-toothed grin on the feline's face in her mind's eye.

'I'm not risking it, Cheshire.' Cheshire let out a disappointed sigh then retreated to the back of her mind.

"I'd get to that car if I were you…before they find the arsenal in the trunk." The brothers shifted and Bela's smirk turned smug. She turned, walking away and tossing a "Ciao" over her shoulder as she did. Sam and Dean watched her leave with frustration.

"Can I shoot her?" Dean asked.

"Not in public." Sam replied.

*TIME SKIP*

Azazel observed his daughter from the shadows of some trees, invisible to all. Not that was anybody around at this time of night, but it pays to be cautious. Selena was chewing on a stick of jerky while feeding some cats' meat from a store-bought package by the harbour. So, she liked cats. He filed that away for later note.

"Sir?" A hesitant male voice called behind him. Azazel's head turned slightly to show he heard. A low level demon in a polo shirt and blue jeans stood behind, black eyes flickering between the female hunter and Azazel.

"Sir, uh…The o-others are, well, there's talk that Selena Winchester is also a contender for the throne." That made the former king pause. Was she a vessel for Lucifer? Him giving her his blood had been because it felt right. A connection that would be forever even if he died. His eyes went half lidded, satisfaction flickering in them as a smirk slid on his face. Yes. His. Lucifer may get the world, but Selena was his. His little one to train and mold. Make up for lost time. Of course, she'll have her older brothers and sisters to guide her along as well. "Sir?" The demon didn't let it show, but he was getting nervous at the long silence. Did he upset him? He hoped not. Azazel turned to the demon and gave him an assuring look.

"You and the others are smart kids. I'll let you guys decide if she's one of the inheritor to the throne." With one last glance at Selena, Azazel teleported away. The demon peered curiously at the female hunter for a moment then followed Azazel's actions.

Xxx

Selena adjusted her tie, resisting the urge to loosen it while in public. She was leaning on the Impala while Sam and Dean went off to question a relative of a new victim of the ghost ship drownings discovered this morning. She would bet the fox herbivore was there too. A flash of pain went through her as her stomach rumbled lowly. She was still hungry despite eating the jerky and some meat from last night. Though most of the meat had gone to the cats than into her stomach because of the feeling of eyes on her. The thought of a spy had Cheshire itching to locate them and make them their dinner, but Selena had crushed that idea with the revelation of hearing no heartbeat. And that had just made her cautious. Selena looked up as Sam and Dean approached her with hurried steps. Her head tilted. That was a short. Dean, feeling her questioning stare, shook his head and said one word:

"Bela." Ah. Selena narrowed her eyes slightly. The fox had struck again. The three siblings went to the trunk of the Impala and opened it, pulling up the false bottom and readied their weapons. The sound of a heartbeat approaching them from behind had Selena turning to see the fox-herbivore walking up to them. She turned her head, dismissing the woman's presence.

"I see you got your car back." Bela said. Dean stopped loading his shotgun and glanced at her.

"You really wanna be here when I've got a loaded gun?" He questioned.

"Now, now. Mind your blood pressure." She teased. "Why are you even still here? You have enough to I.D. the boat?" Dean threw the gun into the trunk.

"That guy back there saw the ship." Sam replied, also throwing his gun into the trunk and closing it before he and Dean turned to the con artist.

"Yeah? And?"

"And he's going to die. So we have to save him." Bela grinned, amused at Sam's concern for the man.

"How sweet." Sam resisted rolling his eyes in exasperation.

"You think this is funny?" Bela turned her gaze to Dean.

"He's cannon fodder." Dean was a little taken aback at the uncaring and bluntness of her tone. "He can't be saved in time, and you know it." Dean looked at Sam, who shook his head and they turned, making their way to get into the car.

"Yeah, well, see, we have souls, so we're gonna try." Selena's eyes slid to Bela as the smell of hurt and anger broke through the smell of deceit.

"Well, I'm actually gonna find the ship and put an end to this." That made Dean and Sam pause. Sam sighed and Dean walked over to Bela.

"Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this, huh? What did daddy not give you enough hugs or something?" Bela's smirk disappeared, replaced by a cold expression. The smell of anger grew thicker.

"I don't know. Your daddy give you enough?" Dean gave an unamused smirk. "Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am."

"We help people." Dean countered. Bela scoffed.

"Come do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer. Whereas I, on the other hand, get paid to do a job and do it. So you tell me, which is healthier?" A beat of silence until Selena's husky voice broke it.

"Dean, time is not a thing to be wasted. Leave the fox be." They had a case to focus on and did not need distractions nor a fight to break out on the streets. Without another words, she strode over to the Impala and got in, Sam following her actions a second later. Shooting a slight glare at Bela, Dean turned and joined his siblings. The Impala started with a roar then pulled off, leaving Bela standing there.