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Sam and Dean had made their coffee extra strong before they embarked on their monster hunt at Deland Park the next morning. They saw a local law enforcement car parked near the YMCA. There was only one cop in the car that they could see. They made sure to avoid being directly in the cop's line of sight; they needed to deal with this ghost solo. It would be hard to explain otherwise.

They saw more people than they expected to at that time of the morning, some young men and women, some older. All of them avoided the ship. Sam and Dean made their way into the hull, only then turning on their flashlights. Sam went straight for the pocket watch, Dean right behind him. He pulled out a drill. Dean quickly unscrewed the pocket watch plexiglass housing, placing the piece of plexiglass at the base of the stand. As soon as Sam touched the pocket watch, they both heard a thick Nordic accent. The brothers faced the sound, a ghostly apparition drenched in water scowling away. They could barely understand anything the mystical being was saying.

Sam heard the names August and Berney, and saw the ghost start towards him. He clutched the pocket watch, making his way out of the ship skeleton towards the water. Better away from the public than towards it. Dean was right behind him, slashing the apparition with his knife. The translucent being shimmered out of phase, then quickly back.

"Sam..." Dean uttered, backing up to his brother. "Let's light this thing up!"

Sam had poured accelerant and lighter fluid on it. He flicked a match into flame and threw it on the pocket watch, hoping and praying it would get rid of the ghastly thing once and for all. Dean was intently focused on the supernatural being, but it wasn't going up in fire.

"Sam?"

"I lit it on fire, Dean! I dunno what's going on!" Sam sounded panicked. The watch was still burning. He didn't know what was wrong. That should have sent ol' Edward Olson up in flames, and he was still here. "Do we have any salt?!"

"NO," Dean growled, loading the sawed-off with rock salt. He blasted the ghost, the sound alerting passersby to them. A young man ran to where they were, mouth gaping open when he saw the sight.

"Wha- what is that thing?" he cried out. A police officer showed up right after him. It was Officer Sayavong from the precinct. It was her turn for duty watching the ship. She lowered her weapon, her eyes shifting from the ghost to the brothers.

"Agents?" she called out, not sure she was seeing this correctly.

"Officer!" Sam yelled, quickly throwing sand over the pocket watch to cover their tracks. "Keep everyone out!"

The ghost: it was there, clear as day, water cascading down his back and shoulders. She saw Dean loading a sawed-off shotgun. She immediately grabbed the young man's shoulders and shoved him back towards the sidewalk. She clicked her comms on. "Dispatch! I need backup at Broughton and Wisconsin, over!"

"Two cars are less than a mile away; they'll be there in 5." Sayavong was grateful, but still confused on what was going on. She hurried back to the agents, who were getting beaten up by—by what? A ghost? This made no sense!

She aimed her gun at the specter, a shot going off. It went straight through, with no change in the spirit's presence. All of a sudden, the ghost disappeared, as if nothing had happened at all. She hurried over to Dean and Sam. Dean was groaning, and Sam was unresponsive. She checked the man's pulse; it was gone. She rolled Dean off of him, and immediately began CPR. He was soaked with water, just like the other victims. She did compressions, her fingers interlocking and pumping on Sam's chest. She gave him 2 breaths, then continued compressions.

Dean was wincing but had pulled himself up to his knees and sat next to Sam, tears starting to roll down his face. "Sam! Sammy! Don't you die on me, you little bitch!"

Sam gagged as he coughed up a lungful of water. Dean rolled him to his side to avoid it going back in. Sam mumbled out "Jerk" as Dean nearly collapsed on his brother. He was alive; Sam was alive. He looked at Officer Sayavong, who was giving him and Sam a hard glare.

"What the hell happened?" she asked.

Dean had gotten a little bruised, but he was fine. Sam had been the object of Edward Olson's wrath, and once he had killed, the ghost had vanished. Sam was getting checked over by the EMT to make sure he was okay after his short-lived death.

"Look, we had to try something," Dean argued.

"It still does NOT give you the right to torch public property," Sara Sayavong warned the man in a low voice. "Even if it is a murdering ghost." She still couldn't wrap her head around what the man was telling her. "I can't believe that ghosts really exist. That woman, Mary, mentioned seeing something, and we told her to go see a therapist." The officer stared back at the broken ship.

"There are only a few ways to get rid of a ghost; burn the bones, which we can't, or burn an object the ghost is attached to. We figured since the murders started when the pocket watch was put up, that if we got rid of it, it'd go away."

The officer looked back up at the man. "Burn the bones? Edward Olson's bones?"

"Yeah; why?" Dean gave her a sideways glance. "Are you not telling us everything?"

"No, I just—I didn't know. We did have some distant relatives of Edward here for the unveiling of the pocket watch. Could that have started all this?"

Dean stood there, thoughts racing. "Did they bring anything that they had of Edward's with them? Like a hat or clothes or any other jewelry? A peg leg?" he threw in, hoping to get a laugh out of the officer. He quickly wiped the smirk off his face when she leveled her gaze at him.

"It can be absolutely anything?" she remarked, an eyebrow raised and a slight smile crossing her face. Dean did not like where this was going.

"Anything."

A very ugly, nearly toothless, and very old Norwegian troll doll stared at Dean. Dean was unnerved by the troll's big eyes and misshapen hands and feet. "Why?" he asked Sara. "Why would they bring this over here?"

The officer shrugged her shoulders. "They said that it had been Edward's daughter's toy, and then the son's once she outgrew it. Why this, is anyone's guess. I'm not sure why they even kept it. I guess it was an heirloom, and it finally freaked someone out enough to donate it to us."

"And you're positive it was Edward's?"

"I don't know why anyone would bring it here and claim that if it wasn't."

Dean squinted at the doll, trying to gauge it and the mystery surrounding it. It had some kind of fur masquerading as hair, dingy and dirty homemade clothes thrown on it, and very red lips to go with the oversized head, hands, and feet. "And you're sure you can get this doll to us by the end of the day?"

"I am fairly confident, yes." Officer Sayavong knew it would take some time to talk with the museum's curator about the doll.

"Okay," Dean finally said, after staring at the doll for longer than necessary. "Call me when you got Creepy Face in your possession."

The woman nodded, then looked back at the doll herself. She gave an involuntary shudder upon looking at the doll. Hopefully, this plan worked out better than the first one.