Thanks to my reviewers of Chapter 2 Sharot, Moiraeku, Fanspired, and Baltimoron48. Thanks also to Baltimoron48 for making this a story favorite, my first one As usual I don't own Sam and Dean; I just like playing with them. I apologize for the delay this chapter is pretty long. My goal is a new chapter each week.
Just a quick word on research for this chapter before we start. I read an interesting article by Dean5339 called Inside the Legend. This is the origin of the information regarding Canewdon, England. The dining food is from my Royal Caribbean cookbook called Savor volume 3. Also this is my first attempt at writing in a Jamaican accent hopefully it worked. Enjoy!
Dean stared longingly at his half eaten plate as he turned off his EMF meter. Sam was already standing up and walking over to the upset female crew member that witnessed the attack on angry orange juice man. Sam came in with his best empathic face. "Are you alright?" He asked the crew member whose name tag showed Althea from Jamaica. "I tink so; I'm just shocked. I don know what happen to dat mon." She replied with a strong Jamaican accent.
"He seemed pretty mad over such a small thing as the wrong drink. It must be difficult to deal with people like that." Sam said. Dean was nodding his head in agreement trying for his most supportive face.
"I just started my six month contract on dis ship. But Rose from the entertainment staff warned me dat Mr. Castillo was demandin." Althea replied.
Dean joined the conversation at this point "How would Rose know that? Today is the first day of the cruise."
"Mr. Castillo was on back to back cruises." Seeing Sam and Dean's confused looks she explained. "Some of our regular customers will book two cruises at once. Dat's why the ship has two different cruise itineraries. We change ports every other week. Last week we cruised to Bahamas, St. Maarten and St. Thomas. Dis week is Jamaica, Grand Cayman, Mexico and Haiti. Mr. Castillo was on last week's cruise. My friend Rose, we met during a six month contract on the Jewel of the Seas, said Fat Mr. Castillo made her miserable last week. What do you tink happen to him?"
"No idea. By the way I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," Sam said with a smile.
Althea returned his smile and replied, "I'm Althea, tank you for your concern. Please finish your lunch. Is there anyting I can get you?"
"Can I get a screwdriver please and heavy on the screw," Dean replied with a wink. They returned back to the table.
Dean was grateful to be back with his plate. He took a bite of his cheeseburger and moaned in ecstasy. "I missed you baby," he said fondly to the burger. Bitch face number 7 made an appearance on Sam's face. Number 7 was Sam's 'Dean's embarrassing me in public again' bitch face. Dean had seen bitch face number 7 a lot. Sam was much too easily embarrassed.
"Do you and the burger want some time alone?" Sam asked sarcastically.
Dean took another bite and gave another moan. At that moment Althea appeared with Dean's screwdriver. Taking a sip Dean sighed, "Ahhh. Nothing like a good screw. By the way Althea, this burger kicks the ass of any Quickie Mart burger I've ever had," Althea smiled at the pure pleasure and joy on Dean's face.
"It's good to see a man with a healthy appetite. My husband loves cheeseburgers as well," she said with a fond yet sad smile. Even though she was only away from her husband two days, she already missed him. Dean's reaction to the cheeseburger reminded her of her husband. Along with Sam's kindness she felt an immediate connection with both brothers. They were good people and it was a pleasure to serve people like them.
"If you need anything else just let me know." Althea went off to help the other diners since the lunch area was becoming more crowded.
As Sam and Dean finished their lunch they discussed the case. "Are you still thinking this is a witch?" Dean asked Sam.
"That man, Mr. Castillo, was definitely being whipped by an invisible force and with the scurvy on the last cruise it really sounds like hex work to me. Do you think Rose could be the witch?" Sam asked.
"That guy was a massive dick and if she already spent a week with him maybe she wanted to punish him. Plus he was yelling at her friend right before the attack. We know Althea can't be the witch since she just boarded the ship. We need a way to get close to Rose; any ideas on how to do that?" Dean asked hopefully.
Sam replied, "No clue. I say we continue with the cruise and be on the look out. Since she's part of the entertainment staff she'll probably interact with the passengers."
Sam and Dean finished their lunch with Dean enjoying a second and third screwdriver. Sam headed back to the glass elevators with a buzzed and relaxed Dean. However, there was a crowd of cruisers, including an old gentleman on a rascal scooter. They decided to take the stairs down to deck seven and find their cabin. Dean spotted the plate with the cabin numbers that listed cabins 7100 to 7300 and pretty soon they were standing in front of cabin 7298.
Dean swayed on his feet as he eagerly put his sail and sign card in the card slot. But the light remained red. "Man this boat is really rockin' now!"
"Dean," Sam said exasperation coloring his voice, "we haven't even left the dock yet."
Dean frowned at the stubborn door and tried the card again. Again nothing happened. A third time he tried with the same results. Sam was standing behind him watching the exchange between his brother and the door. He could feel Dean's frustration and tried hard not to laugh. Sam knew what the problem was, but since Dean hung him out to dry with the cougars on the shuttle, Sam had no desire to help out his baffled brother.
By the sixth swipe of the card Sam's patience dried up. "Albert Einstein said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results." With those words Sam grabbed the card out of Dean's hand, flipped it around and slid it back into the slot. The resulting beep, flashing green light and Sam's laughter were some of the most irritating noises Dean had heard all day.
"Shut up Sam." Dean slurred as he stumbled into the cabin. Dean stopped in the middle of the doorway.
Sam not realizing it walked into Dean's back. "What the heck Dean? Why did you stop?" Dean silently stepped out of the way to reveal the large queen size bed in the center of the cabin. "No way am I sleeping with you!" Sam said quickly.
"Do you put on the reservation that we're brothers and request two twins?" Dean asked.
Sam ran a hand through is hair pushing it out of his eyes rubbing his forehead and looking uncomfortable. "I'm not sure. The ship was almost full, so I rushed through the booking process. I honestly can't remember what I booked." Sam said looking at the queen sized bed with distaste.
Smirking at Sam Dean jumped on the queen sized bed almost missing it entirely. "Guess you're on the floor then Sammy."
"No way Dean! I'll get this straightened out." He said walking over to the phone.
Just as he picked up the phone they heard a knock at the door. Sam answered it and was greeted by a crew member with a name tag that stated Melinda; also from Jamaica. "Hello, I'm your cabin steward, Melinda." She said with a much milder accent then Althea.
"Hello, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. I'm hoping you can help us. We need a cabin with two beds, not one queen size bed." Sam said hopefully not looking forward to spending the night on the hard looking cabin floor.
"No worries. Sam these beds are two twins pushed together to make a queen bed. I can rearrange the beds. This will be completed by the time you come back from dinner," She said with a smile making a note on her clipboard.
Sam gave her a relieved dimpled smile that made her knees go weak, "thank you so much."
"Also I should inform you the muster drill is at 5:PM. All passengers are required by law to attend. Your muster station is B11. You won't need to bring your lifejacket. It's in the closet. Sail away is shortly after the muster drill around 6:PM. If there is anything else you need don't hesitate to ask." She turned to address both Sam and Dean. She noticed how enticing Dean looked laying on the bed legs spread wide, head leaned up against his hand a drunken smile playing on those full lips. She was counting her blessing that they were assigned to her area.
"Thank you, I look forward to you fulfilling my needs," Dean said with a wink unable to resist the urge to flirt with the flustered cabin steward.
Melinda gave a nod of her head bumping into the door on her way out because she had trouble taking her eyes off Sam and Dean. She finally escaped the boys' cabin. Dean controlled his urge to laugh when Melinda bumped into the door. He was feeling quite complimented that he could so easily throw her off her game. At that moment an announcement for the muster drill came over the speaker in their room.
After the quick painless muster drill Dean and Sam returned back to their rooms to see their bags have been delivered. Dean let out a sigh of relief to see their bags. "Oh good our bags are here. We have just enough time to change for dinner;" Sam said grabbing up his duffel bag and digging through for clothes.
"Why would I change for dinner? What's wrong with what I have on now?" Dean questioned with a frown.
"There's a dress code in the dining room and jeans aren't allowed. I got us slacks and dress shirts." Sam said pulling out his black slacks and royal blue dress shirt.
"Dress code? Do we have to eat in the dining room?" Dean whined.
"Yes, if we want to meet more of the staff on this ship." Sam said pulling off his jeans and putting on his slacks.
Dean knew Sam was right so he gave up the argument and started to change into the black slacks and forest green dress shirt. Dean noted with relief that both his and Sam's dress shirts were cool comfortable cotton with short sleeves. In fact, Dean was cooler and more comfortable in his fancy dining clothes, which were more suited to the heat and humidity of Florida, than his heavy jeans, flannel shirt and boots. Reaching into his bag he pulled out the thin black dress socks and the leather black loafers. Dean knew he made a wise decision letting Sam do the clothes shopping for the trip, not that he would ever admit that to Sam.
They headed to the Isaac dining room. Again they abandoned the crowded elevators for the empty stairs quickly descending three decks to deck four. There was a crowd of people standing in front of the dining room doors including Mindy and Sheila who had also changed for dinner. Sheila was now dressed in a hot pink skintight iridescent off the shoulder dress. The color of the dress clashing with the orange tint of her skin. Her hair was looking much better tied back in a low ponytail with a few pieces framing her face in a pleasant way softening her features.
Mindy was wearing a white halter dress that reminded Dean of Marilyn Monroe's dress in the movie The Seven Year Inch. She had a large white silk flower barrette holding back the right side of her soft flowing red hair. It would have been a good look if not for the tons of costume jewelry around her neck and on her wrists.
Sam spotted the ladies before they spotted him and Dean. He quickly moved out of their sight breathing a sigh of relief that the ladies hadn't spotted them. He looked over to Dean who was smirking at him. "What's a matter Sammy, don't want your girlfriend to see us?"
Sam gave Dean a glare and said, "It's Sam." The dinning room doors opening stopped Dean's retort. The host directed Sam and Dean to table 109. Sam was happy to see the table 109 was tucked away in the back corner where Mindy and Shelia wouldn't see them. The two cougars were being directed to a table at the other side in the middle of the dining room.
Sam and Dean's table was a round table that seated eight people total. They were the first to arrive and took their seats with their backs against the wall. From this position they could view the whole dining room. Shortly after, a couple arrived. The man was tall with closely cut brown hair that gave the impression of being military. His wife was in her thirties with medium length sleek blonde hair. She greeted them with her Georgia peach accent creating a slight lithe to her voice. "Hello my name is Kayla and this is my husband Austin." She laughed a bit at that causing Austin to smile brightly at her.
"What?" Sam asked.
"We were just married yesterday. It still feels strange and wonderful to introduce Austin as my husband." She said with fond smile to Austin who in leaned in for a soft kiss.
Sam and Dean smiled at the exchange. Once the newlyweds refocused, Sam introduced themselves. "This is my brother Dean and I'm Sam."
Two women in their mid forties were walking up to the table, taking the seats to the right of Sam and Dean. Unlike Mindy and Shelia they were dressed in age appropriate attire and didn't appear to be on the hunt. "Hi my name is Sandy and this is my friend June." The taller of the two women introduced. "Our husbands don't enjoy cruising so we left them at home with the kids." Sandy explained an evil smile.
That got a laugh from the table as the last couple approached the taking the last two seats available. The husband was in his late thirties with thick glasses and a nervous expression that said he wasn't use to social situations. His wife was a perfect fit for him with her studious appearance. She was wearing a long prairie skirt and shirt buttoned up to the top button. She was also in thick glasses; her mousey brown hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. "Hello my name is Gertrude, but you can call me Trudy, and this is my husband Waldo." Which was ironic considering Waldo was wearing a red and white striped shirt. Sam kicked Dean under the table when he saw Dean open his mouth to make a crack. "Ouch." Dean said flicking Sam in the back of the head. Sandy and June watched the brothers with amused smile.
The head waitress and assistant waiter came to the table. The head waitress introduced herself as Nelda and her assistant was Antonio their nametags showing they were from both Portugal. Antonio handed Sam and Dean a thick fancy menu. Sam was already cringing when he saw the elaborate silverware set up. He and Dean had never eaten in a fancy restaurant with this many folks. Sam tried not to show his discomfort as he gazed at the menu which was list menu items for each course. "First cruise?" June asked Sam smiling kindly.
"Does it show?" Sam said with a nervous laugh.
"Don't worry, me and Sandy are old hats at this. We'll help you out. There's no limit on what you order; if you want two appetizers; order two. If you want to skip dessert; skip it. Easy peasy." She finished with a bright smile. Sam felt instantly more at ease.
"Thank you." Sam said quietly.
Dean jumped in at that moment and asked June. "So I can have both Prime rib and the pasta for my entrée course?"
"Yup" June answered simply. Dean flashed June a radiant smile.
"How many cruises have to been on?" Dean asked.
"Sandy's been on twelve cruises this is my ninth cruise. I've had more days at sea."
To which Sandy jumped in. "Only because she cheated and did a fourteen day cruise." Sandy teased her friend with a smile. Sam figured they had a "most days at sea" competition going.
"Fourteen days on a ship. Wow. That's a long time. Didn't you get sick of the ship" Sam asked.
"Nope. I love the sea. It was a transatlantic cruise with five days crossing the Atlantic. Sea days are very relaxing, plus the entertainment staff plans a lot of fun activities on sea days. We only have two on this cruise. Tomorrow is the first one and our first formal night." Sandy explained.
Sam cringed. Formal night was another thing he had been avoiding telling Dean about. Dean didn't like to wear a tuxedo. It was Sam's plan to rent the formal tuxedos from the ship since they didn't have a need for formal wear when hunting. He glanced over to see Dean's face and sure enough Dean was frowning at his bread roll.
"Formal night, does that mean I have to wear a monkey suit." Dean asked with narrowed eyes.
"We can rent the tux from the ship so don't worry Dean." Sam said quickly purposefully misunderstanding Dean's frown. Dean let the subject go as more food arrived. Dean went to town on his Vidalia Onion Tart again embarrassing Sam with his moans of pleasure. The head waitress smiled at hearing Dean's pleasured moans. "I take it you like the food?" Nelda asked with a smile.
"Best thing I've put in my mouth all day," he said with a smile ignoring Sam's eye roll.
"Thirty-five" Dean mumbled under his breath.
"What?" Kayla questioned.
"The number of times Sam has rolled his eyes at me today. I like to keep track. The record is seventy seven. He was a teenager at the time, but I still think he'll beat the record some day, so I keep track." Sam blushed scarlet red; which the ladies at the table thought was adorable.
Once again Sandy and June entertained the table talking about the different cruise ships they had traveled on.
Waldo finally piped in. "We chose this ship because of it's ties to the fleet of 1715." He said as though the sentence made sense without further detail.
Sam's "need to know" prompted him to ask, "What's the fleet of 1715?"
"In 1715 a Spanish fleet of eleven Spanish treasure ships were caught in a hurricane and sunk. There was a 12th ship which was French sailed ahead and managed to bypass the hurricane. Over 14 million pesos in gold and silver and over thousand sailor's lives were lost. Only six of the eleven ships have been found. They sunk right near Port Canaveral where we sailed from. In fact, sometimes after a big storm, beach goers will find gold pesos washed up on the beach." Waldo's eyes sparkled as he enjoyed the retelling of his favorite story.
"Huh, fascinating." Sam said truly interested in what the geeky Waldo had to say. However, a look around the table showed mostly bored expressions. Waldo looked like he was about to go on with this story, but the waitress and waiter arrived with their entrées. Suddenly Sam couldn't blame Dean for his excitement. They never got food this good. The aroma of his grilled Mahi Mahi with tomatillos salsa started Sam's mouth watering. Dean's end cut of Prime Rib looked perfectly cooked. They had given him a side order of Shrimp Ravioli with coconut lime sauce that made Sam wish he had ordered it too, no words were spoken at the table as the guests enjoyed their dinners.
For dessert after a quick game of "eenie meenie miney mo" Sam decided on the Grand Marnier Soufflé. Dean ordered the Key Lime Pie. When Sam's dessert arrived the waitress made a hole in the center and poured on this decadent vanilla sauce called Crème Anglaise. It looked delicious, but left Sam in a quandary, should he use a spoon or a fork? His hand hovered over the silverware his brow creased in thought.
Sandy who ordered the same thing pulled him out of his thoughts by saying. "I never know if I should use a fork or a spoon. I'm going with a spoon," she said picking up her spoon and started eating.
Sam gave her a grateful smile, "I had no idea either. Spoon sounds good to me." He picked up his spoon and started in on the light as air soufflé.
"It's like angels made this." Kayla said.
To which Dean gave an amused laugh. "Better" he replied eating his Key Lime pie enthusiastically.
When Nelda came back to the table Dean took her hand and kissed it gently. "Thank you for serving us such a wonderful meal." Nelda was blushing with pleasure and Antonio was looking on with a smile. When Nelda was in a good mood things were easier for him.
"Muito obrigada bonito senhor," Nelda said in Portuguese.
"What does that mean?" Dean asked.
"Thank you very much sir." Nelda said in English.
"It's a beautiful language for a beautiful woman." Dean said, charming Nelda completely.
With that, Sam and Dean said their goodbyes and headed back to the cabin for some shut eye. The dinner had lasted nearly two hours, although the time seemed to fly by. After the drive from Georgia, the early morning plus Dean's exercise with Daisy he was exhausted. Sam needed sleep also after that Wal-mart shopping experience and fighting off the advances of cougar Shelia. This time Dean opened the cabin door after only three tries glaring at Sam when he started to grab the sail and sign card. "Stupid door," Dean muttered under his breath. Sam wisely refrained from comment.
Thankfully, two comfortable looking twin beds awaited the boys. Entering the room they noticed the window seat next to the bed. On it there was a towel animal made to look like an elephant. The elephant was wearing Sam's sunglasses. They also noticed an activity paper for tomorrow on the bed called Cruise Compass.
Dean crossed to the window seat and looked out at the Royal Promenade two decks below them. "This is so cool. Check out this window Sammy. We can look down women's shirts from up here." He said.
"That is pretty awesome." Sam agreed looking and expertly made elephant. "I wonder how they make these animals."
Putting down the elephant, Sam joined Dean at the window. There was a bridge to the left of them, but at the same level and below they could watch their fellow cruisers at all the different shops that dotted the Royal Promenade.
"That is a good view." Sam replied.
"There goes your girlfriend." Dean replied spotting Sheila. "Wow she really is orange isn't she? Do you think your kids will be orange, too?" Dean said with a laugh at his own joke.
"Ha Ha. I'm going to bed." Sam replied sarcastically, striping down to a t-shirt and boxer shorts. When he got into bed he sighed happily. Years of cheap motel mattresses and he didn't know what he'd been missing.
"Dean you got to try the bed!" The bed sheets were a much higher quality than Sam was used to. Plus the bed, wow, that bed; it was firm but not too firm and for once his feet weren't hanging off the edge.
Climbing into his bed Dean sighed in happiness as well. "This is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in and these sheets are so soft. It's like sleeping on a cloud. So far, I love cruising." Dean said smiling. The gentle rocking of the sea along with the comfortable beds had Sam and Dean asleep in less than five minutes.
Dean and Sam slept in until 9AM getting in almost 12 hours. They never got that kind of sleep. Hunting the vampires in Georgia they hadn't been injured, but they were thrown around and took some hits. Their bodies were tried, sore, and were in desperate need for sleep. The sounds of children running in the hall caused Dean to jolt out of bed in shock. Sam was also jerked awake by the noise. "What the hell time is it that brats are running down the hallway like elephants on 20 shots of espresso?" Dean asked in a pissed off voice.
Sam rolled over and grabbed his watch from the night stand. "Dude, it's already 9AM. We slept 12 hours." Said Sam eyes wide with shock.
Dean shrugged, rubbing his eyes, to late to worry now. "Dude that was the most comfortable bed. It's no wonder we slept in." Dean said with a smile.
"You're not lying." Sam said kind of sad to get out of his cozy warm bed. "There a gym on deck 11. It has a boxing ring. We can do some training." Sam suggested.
Dean agreed with training. They changed into workout clothes and headed to the Shipshape Fitness Center. Dean eyed the elevators but somehow taking an elevator to workout made no sense. So up the stairs they went.
They both stopped cold when they saw the fitness center. Neon pink and blue lights highlighted the modern gym equipment. About 20 treadmills were lined up in front of a large circular window giving the people working out a perfect view of the ocean. Elliptical machines, stationary bicycles, Everlast heavy bags for boxing, every kind of weight machine imaginable along with free weights were set up in the large space. Sitting in the middle of the room was a large boxing ring. The ropes were red, white, and blue and in the center of the ring was the Royal Caribbean logo. Dean felt like a kid in a candy store as they headed to the treadmills.
Sam and Dean did 30 minutes running in tandem on the treadmills enjoying the view. After the warm up they lifted free weights and used some of the fancy weight machines. Then they hit the heavy bag; one holding the bag while the other went to work throwing various punches. That was when some of the other gym goers started watching, amazed at the speed and force behind their punches. After trading off on the bag for about half an hour, one of the crew members, whose job included personal training at the fitness center, approached them. "Those are some nice moves. Are you guys fighters?" Sam wasn't sure how to answer.
Dean saved him the trouble. "No. We just enjoy a good workout. We were interested in sparring in the boxing ring. Can we do that?" he asked. The crew member whose name tag showed he was from Croatia with the name Andro was very interested in see them spar. Andro had noticed that Sam and Dean worked together seamlessly during their workout session. They were effective and rarely needed to speak. Sam and Dean were quite a change from his usual clients of middle aged business men. "Of course you can. I just need to see if the ring is available and sign you in. Can I see your sail and sign card?" Dean quickly handed his over, eager to spar in a real boxing ring. Looking over Sam appeared equally excited at the prospect.
"Christina can you grab the boxing gloves?" Andro called out to his assistant.
Andro took his card and swiped it through the machine signing them out for a half hour session. "Here you are Mr. Osbourne. You're all set."
While they waited for Christina to come back with the gloves, Sam asked. "So I heard the entertainment staff is a blast. Someone was talking about Rose being really good with activities."
Andro smiled, "Glenda is pure fun." At Sam blank look. Andro smiled "Glenda is our nickname for Rose. As in Glenda, the good witch from the Wizard of Oz. Rose is from Canewdon, England."
To which Sam interrupted asking, "is Rose's last name Pye?"
Andro smiled in surprise, "You know Canewdon? Yes her great great great grandaunt was the original Rose Pye. Here we are." Andro said as Christina came over with the boxing gloves. Andro handed Dean back is card and helped him on with his boxing gloves. He then helped Sam into a second set.
"Thank you. I'm Sam by the way."
Once they were both in the ring, the boys came out fighting. Dean came at Sam with a series of quick jabs that Sam blocked easily. Sam did a perfectly executed round house kick, that with his long legs, Dean just barely avoided. Dean did hit Sam on the chin with a haymaker that had Sam rocking back on his heels. However, Sam quickly recovered and returned the favor by catching Dean with a right cross. Sam and Dean continued the sparring unaware of the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight. Dean finally downed Sam with a roundhouse kick quickly followed by pinning Sam into the mat. They both looked up in surprise at the rousing round of applause. This is when Dean noticed the crowd and couldn't resist the urge to take a bow. That turned out of be a mistake as Sam did a leg sweep to knock Dean off his feet mid bow. "You shouldn't take your eyes off your opponent," teased Sam helping his brother back up. The crowd erupted in laughter.
"He's cheating again because he can't beat me fair." Dean addressed the crowd. "Jerk" Sam said quickly followed by "Bitch" from Dean who was smiling at his Sasquatch of a "little" brother.
Andro came over to them addressing Dean. "That was remarkable. The speed of your jabs I was surprised Sam avoided them."
"This ring is amazing," Sam raved. "We never get to work out in something this nice."
"You should come back and use it again." Andro invited. At that, Sam and Dean ahead back to the cabin for a quick shower then breakfast at the buffet.
Sam brought the Cruise Compass to breakfast and was skimming it for activities that Rose Pye was leading. Dean was happily chewing on a custom made omelet from the omelet bar. He also had an assortment of pastries, and a load of freshly cooked crispy bacon. By this time the breakfast buffet was closing down as it was 11:15.
"It looks like Rose has an activity going on at 11:45AM. That gives us enough time to finish breakfast, change and head to the main pool." Sam said showing Dean the Cruise Compass.
"You want us to join this event don't you?" Dean said with a sigh.
"Yes. We need to determine if Rose is hexing people. Canewdon, England is famous for witches. Canewdon is said to always have at least six witches living there. It sounds like Rose is the descendant of the original Rose Pye who was arrested for bewitching a 12 month old child and causing her death. Rose was found innocent, but still died in jail." Sam replied with a sigh of his own. He didn't want to join this event anymore than Dean.
They finished up breakfast and headed to the cabin. Dean needed some alone time in the bathroom, while Sam changed his clothes for the event. It was about 10 minutes before the event when Dean emerged from the bathroom; Sam was already changed. "We're running short of time Dean, get a move on."
"Why don't you head up and sign us in while I change. Did you get the thing while you were in Wal-mart" Dean replied.
"Yup it's in the front pocket of your duffel bag." Sam said with laughter in his voice. He opened the door and quickly left before Dean could open his bag. Dean opened the bag and stared in horror at the offending article of clothing. Sam booking it down the hall heard Dean's yell of "Damn it Sam! I'm going to kill you!" Sam's laughter rang down the hall startling his fellow passengers.
BTW Nelda lied to Dean, "Muito obrigada bonito senhor" really means "thank you very much beautiful sir." What's this article of clothing and the event? Huh I wonder Reviews are like apple pie.