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"I think our first course of action is to see if the police can put up a barricade to the shipwreck and the park it's in," Sam said as Dean drove back to the resort.

"How long will that take though, Sam?" Dean shot him a quick look. "I mean, what if we could get rid of this thing tomorrow morning?"

"Do you really think it's a timing thing?" Sam asked him, his brows furrowed in concern. "That the reason for all the deaths is wrong time, wrong place?"

Dean sighed. "I'll take another look over the reports, but they all seemed to happen early in the morning. I guess old people are just up earlier than others?" he thought out loud. "But that is saying that there were no other younger people in that place during those times on other days." He parked the Impala near their room, and turned to Sam. "That makes zero sense; why old people?" he repeated himself.

Sam threw his hands up. "We're not going to be able to talk to anyone else tonight. I can continue to look up more information and see if we can get anything from what Mary told us."

"What if Mary goes back there again?" Dean said with concern. "She could be at risk, Sam. Her kids—her grandkids."

Sam looked troubled. "I know, Dean. That's the problem; we still don't know why the ghost is here and targeting old people." They got out of the car and headed to the side door. Sam had his hands shoved in his coat pocket. It was dark and getting frigid. Dean breathed some warm air in between his hands and rubbed them together. He drew out his card and quickly inserted it as Sam slammed the handle down. They hurried inside.

"So let's smash that display case with the pocket watch and burn the fucker. That should get rid of old sailor boy," Dean stated. They reveled in the warmth of the hotel, standing in front of the elevator. It dinged. Thankfully, it was empty. Both were lost in their own thoughts on the ride up. When they got to their floor, they headed straight for their room. Dean started prepping for burning the pocket watch while Sam was at the table, doing more research about the Lottie Cooper and its crew. He wondered if there were still any relatives of the crew living in Sheboygan. As he was starting to cross reference the names of the crew to last names currently in Sheboygan, Dean was finishing up his prep for the burning.

The more he thought about the murders, the more he was convinced that they needed backup. Dean swallowed his pride and closed his eyes. He murmured a quick prayer to Castiel, hoping beyond hope that the angel would hear him and help. Before he could open his eyes, he heard the flutter of wings. Sam was startled at the angel's presence for a moment but knew from Dean's face that he thought they were going to need him. He couldn't argue about that. This ghost seemed to be more malevolent than a normal pissed off spirit. "Good to see you, Cas." The angel quirked his head at Dean.

"You prayed to me and said you needed me to protect someone. Of course, I came." The celestial's ice blue eyes looked from brother to brother. "Where is she?"

Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, we never told you it was a her."

"It is usually a woman," Cas stated matter-of-factly, noticing that they weren't in a motel. "And you're usually in a motel. Why did you pick here?"

Dean's eyes sparkled. "Indoor waterpark," he grinned at the angel. The angel didn't know what that meant. "Ah, never mind," Dean muttered. "Listen, you were right, it is a woman, but it's not what you think." Cas had wandered over to the bed and casually picked up one of the reports that was strewn across the comforter.

"Her name is Mary," he replied, glancing at Dean and holding up a report. He went back to perusing the report.

Dean and Sam exchanged bewildered looks. "How did you find that out?"

"She's been praying for the past two weeks about protection. And when I realized that you called me here, I assumed it was because you had talked to her and found out she witnessed a few of the murders. I have one of the lower angels watching over her right now." He tossed her report back onto the bed. "She is a strong believer; a bastion in this city to half of the residents here."

Dean sighed. "English, Cas."

"She has inspired and touched the lives of half of this city's residents in one form or another; her goodness has spread to each corner, and beyond. Her children will be greatly blessed through her. Her husband, on the other hand—"

"—is not the focus right now, Cas," Sam interjected. Dean would kill the man if he heard what he had done to Mary. But now Dean's interest was piqued.

"What about him?"

"Dean, now is NOT the time." Dean turned towards Sam, his face hardened. "Trust me, he will get what's coming to him, but we need to focus on preventing Mary from being murdered right now."

"Oh HELL no, Sam! Are you telling me that sweet old woman had an ASSHOLE for a husband?" His silence was all the confirmation Dean needed. "Un-fucking-believable." Dean had to take a deep breath to refocus. He would deal with that information later. "So, Cas, keep an eye on her," Dean told the angel. Cas nodded, then was gone in the blink of an eye. Dean took a breath of relief. "At least we have that taken care of." He leveled his gaze at Sam. "Think we should tell the police that we'll need the scene tomorrow morning?"

Sam was facing his brother. "I mean, they seem to be really trusting. But we're going to be vandalizing the monument. I don't know that they're going to be very happy about that."

"We need to try something, Sam. I mean, it's killed 6 people already; I don't want it to be any more if we can help it." Dean huffed. "This is turning into a bigger mess than we originally thought it would be." He rubbed his eyes, mentally exhausted already. It was nearing 9 at night, and everything they needed to torch the pocket watch was ready to go. "Look, let's get some sleep, and we can destroy Eddy the Sailor in the morning. If that doesn't work, we can try figuring something else out later."

Sam hesitated. "Yeah, sure Dean. We'll take care of Eddy."