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Dean had taken down Mary's address and phone number from one of the police reports. He decided to call the number to see if she was available to talk. He dialed the number, waiting a few minutes until he heard her pick up.
"Hello?" an older female voice asked.
"Hi, Mary. I'm an FBI agent looking into the YMCA murders, and we came across your name on a few of the reports. Is there a chance that me and my partner could come talk with you tonight or tomorrow about what you experienced?" He could hear her shuffling around.
"I already went to the police. I filed the reports with them. Isn't that enough?" she queried. He could hear the waver in her voice. The people that had passed had definitely taken a toll on her.
"I hate to do this, but we think there may be more to the murders than just someone out to kill people. We were hoping to talk more about it with you." He heard her take a few deep breaths.
Her voice came out quieter. "Will it catch whoever did this?"
"Absolutely," Dean assured her. He heard her sniff.
"Okay," he heard her saying to herself. "Tonight is okay. I'm having my son and his wife over for dinner. You can come too, if you'd like, and we'll talk then. What do you like to eat?"
"Anything is fine," he told her. "My partner and I usually eat out, so anything is appreciated—even spaghetti and meatballs."
"Okay, okay. Anytime around 6-6:30 will work. Luke and his wife may or may not be there with me," she mentioned to him.
"Totally fine," he said, glancing at the clock. It was currently 3:45. "How about we aim for 6:30?"
"That's good; that will work. I don't think Emily gets off until close to 6 anyways." Dean was intrigued.
"Does she work at the Blue Harbor Resort?"
"Well, yeah, she does. Why?"
"That's where we're staying for our case. We met her downstairs at reception."
"Oh how fun!" she exclaimed. "Y'know, they've got a waterpark there, and it's not just for kids." That bolstered Dean's boyish dreams. "And Emily is such a wonderful little woman!" she said, clearly in love with her daughter-in-law. Dean heard the happiness in her voice. "I hope she's treating you agents well."
"She helped us find lunch," Dean told Mary. "Schulz's Restaurant. Great burgers!" he replied, grinning.
"Oh, yeah, definitely! They're some of the best. Well, I've got to get some stuff ready for dinner tonight, so I'll let you go. See you then!" she said cheerily. Dean clicked his phone off, and looked up at Sam.
"Well, Sammy, we get to talk to Mary, and get a free dinner outta it. Why don't we try to find some swim trunks and check out this waterpark quick?" Sam gave him an exasperated face. "What?"
"Or we could go to the shipwreck and see what we can find there instead. And maybe we can do the waterpark AFTER we stop whatever is causing all the murders." Dean's hopes came crashing down. He gave Sam a slight frown.
"Well, I guess we could do that," Dean muttered, pulling on some jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel. He also grabbed his green jacket as well. For October, it was getting pretty cold. Colder than Kansas, anyways. Sam had already changed. Dean grabbed his keys and headed to the door. They went down the elevator nearest to their room, got to Baby and made their way to Deland Park where the wreckage of the Lottie Cooper stood. The breeze off the lake was chilly, causing Dean to zip up his coat. He had an iron knife on him, just in case ol' ghosty decided to make an appearance. Sam had zipped his jacket up too, but he was busy reading the plaques that were scattered among the wooden beams. Dean took a good look at the wooden structure that had been retrieved. He ran his fingers across the grain of the ship, feeling the texture of the hardened wood under them. He looked above him, trying to imagine how the ship looked when it wasn't torn apart.
"Dean, you need to come here and look at this," Sam called to him, breaking him out of his reverie. Dean made his way over to Sam. There was a new addition to the Lottie Cooper display. It looked like they had found a watch that belonged to the departed Edward Olson. Dean and Sam looked at each other. That would definitely be connected to a spirit.
"So that's new, I'm guessing," Sam replied. "The plastic around it isn't nearly as worn out as the rest of it in here. But why is it targeting old people? We still don't have an answer to that."
Dean glanced at his brother for a moment. "It's behind plastic, so they can't touch it. But seeing as we can walk through the whole keel of the ship, maybe it's at a specific time of night this happens? Or this is where he died?"
Sam shook his head. "The report said he grabbed some loose wood and then lost his grip, sinking under the waves. They would have found his remains in the hold when they initially dredged the ship up if he'd died there." Sam tightened his jaw. "What if Ed Olson and the rest of the crew had an argument among themselves? What if—what if they murdered him because of it?"
Dean was staring at the pocket watch, the ornate details lost behind the plastic across it. He turned to Sam. "Then we need to talk to Mary and figure out more about Edward Olson before he kills someone else," Dean replied, his green eyes hardened like emeralds. He reached back and brushed the plastic in front of the pocket watch. It was thick and bolted into a stand. Wisconsin had all four seasons; it needed to be weatherproof to prevent further deterioration. "Let's figure out how to gank this bitch."