So we have another interlude, taking a look at what the boys are doing before we get to the main chapter. Essentially it's a filler chapter. Again, if anyone wants to see a specific episode redone, let me know. I wanna thank hennessy0274, elljayde, bookwriter123456, Kornerstone234, ChristinaCrane, Ardikani4, Kennan592, SpeckledOne, Boomer1125, CoffeeVeranda, subterfusion, XLucyInTheSkyX, xXJune-BugXx, and Donny Donowitz for the favorites, reviews, and followings! And a special thanks to SpeckledOne. They took the time to reach out to me and see how everything was going with me. Because of them, I got a second wind and finished this chapter up, so make sure to send them thanks. On with the show.

Sam was on his laptop, looking over the Hoodoo lore as Dean ate his ice cream. Angie's note said Bela would try to snatch the foot by pick-pocketing it from his jacket while they were in Biggerson's posing as a waitress.

As soon as they had read through Angie's letter they'd gone to see Bobby about their Dad's storage container, finding out about all the cursed items that Bobby and him had put away. The plan was for them to beat the men who were hired to the container first but they would also have to get them to make a call to Bela to let her know that they had the foot. But then a couple hours later have them call her again to let her know the Winchesters had stolen it back, in an attempt to get Bela out of hiding.

So far everything had gone to plan. It had taken a few days but on the forth day they had waited in the shadows as the two men tried to break into their Dad's container. They had sprang out at them, easily taking them down in a matter of seconds. At gunpoint they'd called Bela and it was hours later as they were once again held at gunpoint in the Winchester's hotel room that they called her to say "two men looking like lumberjacks" stole the foot. With that, they gave the men each a warning and sent them on their way as they went over Angie's letter again to prepare them for their encounter.

So now here they were, the next day, sitting in Biggerson's waiting for Bela to make her move. The "rabbit's foot" in Sam's jacket pocket was fake, the real one still locked up safe and sound. Due to not having the foot, they hadn't been the millionth customer, the title going to an older couple that been a few feet behind them as they walked up to the restaurant. Ingrained manners dictated that Sam and Dean let the grateful couple go first, the elder brother holding open the door for them.

Sam had smirked at Dean's forlorn face when management swooped down on the older pair, telling them that their meals would be free for the next two months. After the elderly couple had finished taking their picture the white-haired woman had offered to pay for Sam and Dean's meal, both had refused but the tenacious woman brokered a deal with management to share the free meal with the two brothers. The boys would pay for the main meals while Dean had claimed a free dessert. That was fine by Sam, at least they hadn't gotten their picture taken. This way they wouldn't attract attention to themselves considering the warning from Angie. They'd already called Bobby about Kubrick and he was keeping an ear out. So far they were good.

Since Angie had said that Bela managed to pick-pocket the foot from Sam they'd spent the previous evening sharpening both their skills. Because Sam had spent sometime out of the Hunter's life, his skills weren't what they use to be. It had taken Dean a couple hours to get Sam to a point where he himself was caught each time by his little brother. It had also taken nearly three hours afterward for Dean to teach Sam how to pick-pocket like he use to. Dean had finally deemed him up to par and they had planned for the next day.

So here they were waiting on the British brunette to make her move. They were posing as Interpol, working undercover to capture Bela Talbot, an English native. They were also certain she'd try to make a scene so they held an ace that would at least make her compliant.

It took a few minutes but eventually a waitress approached them, carrying a pot of coffee. She looked at both men, polite but seeming slightly nervous. Judging by the pristine condition of her Biggerson's apron, shirt, and 'Carrie' name tag, it was the beginning of her restaurant career. "More coffee gentlemen?"

Sam exchanged a look with Dean but both agreed, watching her carefully. The only problem was the fact that the waitress was a blonde. They exchanged another look as Carrie finished filling Dean's cup and moved on to Sam.

She gave Sam a polite smile that turned surprised as another waitress, this one carrying a tray of dirty plates walked behind the blonde waitress, the large tray tapping her with just enough force to jerk her hand off course, causing coffee to spill across the tabletop.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed both waitresses, the second one with ebony locks of hair that hadn't gone unnoticed by Sam. A quick glance at his brother showed he wasn't the only one. Immediately the second one handed the flustered blonde her tray.

"Here, take this back to the kitchen, I'll take care of it." The dark-haired waitress smiled warmly at the fair-haired woman. Sam latched onto the fake American accent. He'd give it to her it sounded nearly perfect.

Red faced and possibly on the verge of tears, Carrie gave another sorry and scurried away with the tray to the sanctuary of kitchen. The other woman, supposedly Kary according to her name tag, pulled a towel from her apron and started to mop up the spill.

"Sorry about Carrie, it's her first week on the job." She gave Sam a smile bordering flirtatious. He smiled back, playing along, while he gave a fleeting glance at his brother. It was then that he felt it. The slightest movement along his jacket, heading to his pocket. Her small hands gave her an advantage and Sam was sure he wouldn't have known had Dean not retrained him last night.

As soon as she reached into his pocket, he was up and moving, his speed back up to par and she gave a slight hiss of surprised as he clamped the metal handcuff around her wrist, turning her around and grabbing her other wrist to secure. All within a couple seconds.

"What are you doing?" Kary, or at this point Bela, hissed as she struggled against his grip.

Dean was taking his last bite of ice cream, face and demeanor calm as he stood up. "Arresting you. What did you think we were doing Bela?"

Sam felt her pause at her alias but she recovered, scoffing at them. "What for?"

Dean gave a smile, this one with a touch of mock. "For the murder of your parents Bela. Or should I say Abbie?"

At her real name she completely froze, her eyes locked on Dean, mouth agape. Around them Dean's words had caused a ripple amongst the patrons, whispers rising over the silence that their public 'arrest' had caused.

It was then that the manager and a few other staff arrived. Sam and Dean were quick to flash their Interpol badges, following Angie's advice on names and the serial numbers. It had only taken the manager less than a minute to declare that he'd never hired or seen Bela before and thus with some reassuring words Sam and Dean left the restaurant with Bela.

She'd been quiet and complaint during the ride back to the motel, which kind of caused some unease with the two brothers but they stayed on their toes in case she tried anything.

Once inside the motel room, they placed her in a chair and sat at the ends of their beds, waiting.

Finally Dean couldn't take it. "You gonna say something or what?"

Bela flinched, her eyes guarded as she looked at them. "What am I doing here? What do you want from me?" Sam noted the complete abandonment of her American accent, switching to her real one.

"We're not gonna hurt you if that's what you're thinking. You know who we are?" Dean asked.

Bela seemed to relax at Dean's words though she never lost the caution in her eyes. "Of course. If you know who I am then you know that I know who you are as well. Also the fact that I hired two men for a particular job just a few days ago. Apparently they weren't telling the complete truth. Is that why I'm here? Revenge of some sort?"

"I can honestly say I'm pissed you tried to break into our Dad's storage but no we're not here for revenge."

Bela looked back and forth between them. "Then what?"

Sam took a breath. "We just wanna talk to you. We know Bela. About you and your parents."

At this Bela tensed, her eyes wide for just a split second before they hardened. The youngest brother recognized the mask she portrayed. He'd seen Dean do it plenty of times when he was hiding insecurity or fear. "What do you want me to say? They were lovely people and I killed them. Got rich too."

"Enough Bela." Dean leaned forward, eyes on the Britain. "We know. We know what happened."

Bela's jaw clenched and Sam was sure he saw her tremble. "You don't know anything."

"You were fourteen. Scared. Ashamed. You just wanted it to stop. You probably asked yourself why so many times. Why it was happening? Why it didn't stop? Why would my own Dad do this? Why wouldn't Mom help? Why wouldn't anyone help? And finally, it seemed too good to be true. Someone was offering you an out. For it all to stop. The shame, the fear. The pain. How could you not accept? I don't blame you."

Sam looked away from the tears building up in Bela's eyes and the sight of her lip trembling.

Studying Dean's face let Sam know he meant his words. When he'd read Angie's letter Sam was worried about Dean's reaction to Bela's past. If they hadn't had Angie's explanation, Sam was sure Dean would be more upset about how Bela got her inheritance. But now Sam was sure Dean could understand, could sympathize.

Sam watched as Bela took a breath and her eyes cleared, her jaw tight with as much courage as she could. "Thank you for that lovely trip down memory lane. Was there a point to this?"

"How long Bela?" Sam asked. If they were gonna help, they needed to know the deadline.

"How long what?" The brunette bit out, giving him a glare. Except it didn't intimidate Sam, if anything it made him sad.

"How long do you have left?" Dean asked this time, eyes boring into Bela's brown one.

Bela glanced from Dean back to Sam before returning to staring at her hands. "Six months, give or take."

Sam shot Dean a look. Six months was plenty of time. They could try to do the bargain tonight except this time Sam would have to summon the crossroad demon and make the deal. Of course as soon as that was taken care of Dean was going to exorcise the demon.

"You wanted to know why you're here right? Why we're here?" Dean asked. Bela looked up, first glancing at Dean than Sam before nodding. Dean continued, "We're here as a favor for a friend."

Bela quirked an eyebrow. "What friend? I work alone."

Sam took over. "They're a friend of ours that told us about you. About what happened ten years ago."

Bela squinted her eyes at them, suspicious. "What kind of favor?"

Sam glanced over at Dean, seeing Bela following his lead. The elder Winchester's expression was full of determination. "We're gonna break your contract."

~~~SPN~~~

Sitting on the hood of the Impala, Dean thought back to a few hours ago.

Having to go along with Casey's conversation was a little difficult. The demoness had mentioned his "deal" and he had had to roll with it. Apparently the entirety of Hell thought he'd made a deal to resurrect Sam but nothing of the sort had happened but he'd gone along with everyone's assumption. It was a good way to find out information.

The first main tidbit had been Casey's belief in Lucifer. The Lucifer. He wasn't sure what to make of that. Obviously he believed in the supernatural and of course demons but angels? Fallen angels? God? It couldn't be. He ignored that part and focused on what Casey had said seconds later.

The fake deal was only suppose to be a year, which he thought was strange considering demon deals were ten years. Why was his fake one only a year? He wanted more information but it was too much of a risk. Last thing he needed was to have Hell figure out that Sam had never actually died and start investigating. As long as they thought Sam had died and he'd made a deal, no one would go looking for Angie and no one would start plotting Sam's real death.

That had to be why Angie was at Cold Creek that night. To keep Sam from dying. Or to keep him from making the deal. Or both. He was hoping to see her again soon so he could ask.

~~~SPN~~~

Walking next to his little brother Dean was still chuckling about his teasing comment to Sam. Their witness, seventy-something year old Gertrude, had ignored Dean and gave Sam her attention, even shamelessly flirting with him. The whole event had made Dean laugh, he couldn't wait to tell Angie. She might have already seen it but he'd embellish it a bit.

"So what do you think?"

Dean turned an amused smile in Sam's direction. "About what?"

The younger man rolled his eyes. "Were you not paying attention to what I was saying?"

Dean gave another chuckle. "Still thinking about how sweet it was of you to defend your girlfriend from your mean brother."

Sam sighed, no doubt having had enough of his brother's jokes. "Dean…"

Said brother took in a breath, giving a straight face with the barest of grins. "Sorry. Tell again what you were talking about."

Sam eyed him suspiciously before giving the speech Dean had missed. "This Alex person. You think it's another hunter?"

Dean quirked his lips in thought, studying the boats that were docked near by. "Maybe. Doesn't change our job though. I mean, a ghost ship?"

"And this isn't the first time it's been spotted here. Every thirty-seven years there's reports of a vanishing three-mast clipper ship out in the bay. Once its spotted, there's a rash of weird drownings, all on dry land."

"So this things just getting started. There's a bunch of lore too. The S.S Violet, the Griffin, the Flying Dutchman. Apparitions of old shipwrecks from all over the globe."

Sam nodded at his words. "And nearly all death omens."

"So, bottom line, you see the ship, hours later, you can kiss your ass goodbye."

Sam grimaced. "Pretty much."

Dean made a face at the thought. "Awesome. I'm willing to bet there's at least over a hundred three-mast clipper ships that have wrecked off the coast."

"Over a hundred and fifty actually." Sam added as an afterthought.

Dean groaned. It was gonna be a long night. Arriving at the curb where he'd parked Baby, Dean halted along with Sam.

"Hello boys," greeted the brunette from her perch against the Impala's front fender.

Something in Dean's head clicked and he gave a huff. "It all makes sense now."

Sam seemed to catch on. "You're Alex. The girl helping that old lady."

"Gertrude? She's a dear friend of mine." She didn't try very hard to hide the quirk of her lips.

Dean gave her a fake smile. "Oh I'm sure. Let me guess, you keep your eye out for women like Gertrude, selling them charms or performing 'séances' for them. You know just enough to seem legit and that's why they believe you, why they pay you so much. How am I doing so far?"

Bela smirked and arched one of her eyebrows. "Not just a pretty face I see. Yes, there are women all over the Eastern seaboard just like Gertrude. And yes I sell them a charm here and there or set up a chit-chat with their dead cat; however, the comfort I provide them is real."

Dean could hear how smug Sam sounded with his next words. "Let me guess. Now that we told Gertrude the case isn't solved, she's not paying you?"

Bela frowned at them but kept herself in check. "Unfortunately. Now she's demanding real answers."

Dean threw a smirk at his brother. "If we have to work together to finish this case, does that mean we split the payment?"

Sam made a noise of protest, Dean was sure his brother didn't like the thought of tricking Gertrude and honestly neither did Dean, but there was also the issue of hunting funds. As sketchy as some of the motels they'd stayed at were, at least they weren't squatting in a rundown house or cramped up in the seats of the Impala. Beside, the less they used their fake cards the less likely it'd be that Henriksen would track them down.

Bela's frown deepened before gritting her teeth. "Fine. We'll split the payments from this point onward. You don't get anything that I've already earned."

Dean let out a whoop. Regardless of being able to get extra cash, Dean's need to stop the murdering phantom ship before anyone else died was more dominate over the need for money. They had work to do.

Well there you go. We got episodes Bad Day at Black Rock, Sin City, and Red Sky at Morning. I'll probably make more references about what happened in those redone episodes in the next chapter. Again thanks for reading and if someone wants a specific episode done, let me know. Don't forget to let me know what you thought of this little interlude. Should I keep them or get rid of them? Were there grammar mistakes (probably)? Read and review people! I'll see you guys next time. Peace out. -Mez