Thank you to my chapter nine reviewers Fanspired, SPN Mum, Pendragon1922, Meggin Lane, Dirtdevil76, and my bud Manny (AKA mrfrazao98) also my guest reviewers Kay Winchester. Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural that would be Eric Kripke. Also this is a work of fiction so any resemblance to real people is accidental.

The security guard narrowed his eyes as he watched the boys hit the button for the elevator. Instead of watching Rose he decided to follow Sam and Dean at a safe distance. He noticed Dean wince in pain whenever Sam's gaze was distracted. Clearly the oldest brother was in more pain then he let on. Since they were only going to the Jade Restaurant for the breakfast buffet the guard saw no reason to continue following them. He had been watching Rose since the staff party; when she had covered for the ghost. There was more to her than met the eye and the guard intended to find out what. Just then his radio alerted him to a disturbance in the casino and he left the boys to their breakfast.

Dean whined as he ate the oatmeal watching the other passengers pass; their plates loaded down with bacon and sausage. "Come on Sammy just a little bit of meat. I promise I'll eat the damn oatmeal." Dean bargained.

Sam was getting a headache from Dean's constant nagging. "Fine, you can have one type of meat only." he replied firmly.

Dean smiled leaning on his walking stick as he quickly headed for the buffet before Sam could change his mind. He passed the bacon, sausage and ham heading instead to his new favorite meat, Morcilla. Ever since Mirko Filipovic had turned him on to the black sausage; Dean couldn't get enough of it. He barely resisted the urge to overload his plate with the aromatic Morcilla. He started to head back to the table, but had to stop as a wave of dizziness hit him. He felt a rush of lightheadedness, like when an elevator drops suddenly. He fixed his eyes to a spot in the distance waiting for the world to right itself. As he was regaining his balance the rude lady from Labadee pushed her way passed him in her hurry to get some bacon almost causing him to drop his plate. He did some quick maneuvers to balance himself and his plate. In the process of reaching the bacon she had bumped his severely bruised stomach causing a jolt of white hot agony to shoot through his body. By the time he was able to catch his breath and steady his plate she was gone without a word of apology. He shot a glare at her retreating back.

Finally he was able to hobble back to the table. Sam looked up as Dean approached and noticed his pale face. He quickly got up and took Dean's plate to help him. For once Dean didn't complain or pull away which concerned Sam more. He wordlessly pulled out the bottle of Tylenol with codeine and dropped a couple of pills in Dean's hand. Who dry swallowed the pills gratefully. Sam didn't say anything more but instead continued to eat his breakfast. Dean closed his eyes for a couple of minutes as the pain got back under control and he was able to eat this oatmeal and fruit. He would never admit it to Sam but he was right, the pink grapefruit was much better than the regular yellow grapefruit.

After the about fifteen minutes of eating in silence Sam cleared his throat to get Dean's attention. "I don't think you should come to the salt and burn. You're clearly still in pain and unsteady on your feet." Sam explained quickly before he could be interrupted, but Dean was already shaking his head.

"No way! I'm not leaving you to handle this with just Rose as back up. Besides you need me to set the security cameras on a five minute loop. I need to set up two loops. Zone one is from the figurehead to schooner bar then you move into zone two from the staff stairwell down to the sub-basement on deck one where the incinerator is. The timing is very tricky if it's not done just right the security monitors with see us and the jig is up." Dean insisted obstinately.

"You got winded and pale just getting some breakfast. How are you going to fight off the ghost and burn a cursed object without passing out?"

"I'm not gonna pass out, I'm fine now. I'll take some pain pills before we go and I'll be fine. Do you know how to disarm the alarms attached to the figurehead?" Dean questioned in an attempt to change the subject.

Sam gave a huff before going into detail about how the alarm worked and the different ways to disarm them. Dean sighed in relief and dug into his Morcilla enjoying the tangy taste on his tongue. After breakfast they could see the ship was docked in Cozumel. They walked to the Lido deck near the pool for their first glimpse of Cozumel. The humidity was much higher here than in Labadee or Jamaica. They could feel the sweat forming on their bodies and sliding down their spine under their clothes.

The boys stared amazed at the bright blue Caribbean Sea. Across from the Freedom of the Seas they saw another cruise ship. This one had a distinctive funnel, mainly red with a strip of blue and a strip of white. Dean could read the ship's name as the Carnival Magic and see the steady stream of people leaving the ship. Some of the people were following a man with a sign announcing a tour to some place called the Coba Ruins. On the lido deck they could hear the happy chitchatting of the passengers preparing to go ashore.

Among the happy passengers were two male cruisers in their forties bitching about the fact the ship had diverted from Grand Cayman. "I don't know why we couldn't tender. The ocean doesn't look that rough." said the older of the men adjusting his Yankees baseball hat over his balding head.

The other man scratched across his beard in agreement, "The captain's a wussy. So what if some of these old bitties can't make it. If they couldn't tender they shouldn't have been allowed on the ship." Their whining continued incessantly as they moved down the deck. Dean turned to Sam and mouthed 'wow' Sam nodded his head in agreement.

"We got a couple of hours to kill; do you feel like going ashore?" Dean asked.

"Sure, but no ocean for you remember what the doctor said." Sam advised his brother.

"Yeah, Yeah I promise to sit on a chair and sweat my balls off. Happy?" came Dean's surly reply.

"Ecstatic." Sam deadpanned as they went down to Deck two to exit the ship.

As they were heading off the ship, they heard someone calling them. It was Andro and Mirko, "They let you have time off?" Dean asked Andro.

"Yup, we're are going over to Paradise Beach. What are you fellas up to today?" Andro asked.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and realized they no idea what they were going to do. Sam looked embarrassed as he admitted, "We got no clue." Dean nodded in agreement.

"Well we can share a taxi over to Paradise beach. It's really a beautiful beach. Clean bathrooms, very important in Mexico, plus they don't charge for toilet paper." Andro assured with a laugh.

That caused Dean to look over in shock, "they charge for toilet paper."

Mirko laughed at his shocked look, "First time I was here it didn't realize it. I went in without buying toilet paper, it was not good. I was yelling for 20 minutes before a local came in and charged me $5 dollars for 10 squares of toilet paper and boy was I grateful." Dean, Sam and Andro were cracking up picturing the big man trapped on the toilet begging for TP.

They caught a taxi and had another harrowing cab ride to the beach. They split the $25 cab fare and were soon at the Paradise Beach Cozumel Restaurant Bar were they paid for lounges in a roped off area that was covered with an awning from the sun. Sam ordered a five beer bucket of El Sol. Since Dean couldn't drink Sam offered to get him a virgin strawberry daiquiri. This got quite a colorful hand gesture from his annoyed brother, so Sam simply ordered him a Pepsi. The fact Dean couldn't drink prompted Mirko to ask about his injury. Andro had heard the story through the cruise staff grapevine, but was interested in a firsthand account.

Dean seemed reluctant to talk about, "I was doing some shopping in Montego Bay when I heard a scream from the alley. I went to see what was going on and saw Althea and Daevon in trouble, so I helped them. One of the bastards got in a lucky punch." Dean finished with a shrug and a sip of his Pepsi amazed at the great taste. "Dude this Pepsi is amazing." Dean said in surprise.

"Oh yeah that's the Mexican Pepsi, it's much better than the Pepsi from the USA." Andro explained.

"Why's it better?" Dean asked curiosity.

"Pepsi in America is made with high fructose corn syrup. Mexican soda uses real cane sugar." Andro said as Dean took another satisfying sip.

"It even feels better on my tongue." Dean said with a sigh. Soon Andro and Sam left Dean and Mirko crossing the soft white sand beach quickly to avoid burning their toes so they could enjoy the calm bright blue ocean.

Mirko turned to Dean and asked, "What do you fight?"

Dean looked confused and replied, "huh?"

"My nickname is Cro Cop, I got that name because I'm a part of the Lučko Anti-Terrorist Unit. It's Croatia's version of your Special Forces. You held your own against me in the ring like a professional. I've also seen your brother fight. No one trains like that for a hobby." Mirko questioned and waited the long silence for Dean's reply.

Dean was stumped how to answer, he knew the truth would make Mirko question his sanity. Mirko finally broke the silence with another question. "How many men did you fight in Montego Bay?"

"Four." Was Dean's answer.

"Were you armed?" Mirko asked

Dean pulled out his small silver knife to show Mirko, "I had this knife."

Mirko expression changed to a knowing smile when he saw the knife. "You are a natprirodan lovac." Dean gave him a blank look.

Mirko has a pensive expression as if searching for the correct words, then his face brightened as the words came to him. "You hunt the supernatural. That knife is silver."

Dean looked over surprised, but gave up trying to deny it. "Okay, yes, me and my brother fight supernatural creatures."

"My older brother Montavious is natprirodan lovac. He is a hero." Mirko said with pride in his voice. "What are you hunting on the ship? Or is this vacation?"

Dean gazed over to the blue ocean wistfully "ghost."

Mirko saw followed his gaze, "why don't you take a swim?"

"Doctor's orders, no ocean and no alcohol." Dean said bitterly giving the remaining three bottles of ice cold El Sol a dirty look.

"So don't swim just wade in the water a bit." Mirko replied with a sneaky smirk. Dean returned the smile and abandoned his walking stick heading for the ocean. He was in the ocean a total of five minutes before he saw Sam heading his way with a stern expression on his face. Before Sam could reach him Mirko crossed his path and engaged him in conversation. Sam's need to be polite fought with his protective urge to get his brother's ass back into the lounge chair. Dean knew what Mirko was doing and had to give the big guy credit. He had Sam engaged for a good ten minutes before Sam could politely pull away. Mirko gave Dean a salute before splashing Andro in the face with ocean water. Starting a water fight.

"You're not supposed to leave the chair!" Sam accused.

"I'm not even swimming I'm just enjoying the cool water. I'll be fine." Dean stated firmly. Sam wanted to argue more, but Dean started walking away from him deeper into the ocean.

Sam followed insisting on getting him back on the beach. Dean gave Sam a look of exasperation and stated, "The more you follow me the deeper I'll go into the ocean. Just let me float out here ten more minutes then I promise back on the beach I will go. Deal?"

"Fine deal, but only ten more minutes, we'll need to head back to the ship soon anyway." Sam compromised. Sam decided to head back to the beach for another beer.

As Dean was enjoying floating on his back in the ocean he heard his name being called. He quickly jerked out of his back float and into standing position surprising a wide eyed Mindy with the speed and grace of his movement. Her eyes were also attracted to the large yellow and purple bruise on his left side of his stomach. "Are you all right?" Mindy asked in a concerned voice.

Dean followed her eye line to the bruise on his stomach and was feeling self-conscience all of the sudden. "Yeah I'm fine just an issue in Jamaica. It looks worse than it feels."

"Jamaica can be a dangerous place, I'm glad you're alright." Mindy said in a sincere voice.

Feeling the need for a change of topic Dean replied, "So what can I help you with?"

The question caused all kinds of dirty thoughts to form in Mindy's head, but she brushed them away to give a serious answer. "I'm worried about Sheila. What happened between her and Sam? She hasn't been the same carefree person since formal night."

Dean sighed and explained, "On formal night Sam hid from her behind a pole and it hurt her feelings."

"Why did he do that? He was all over her before dinner calling her gorgeous and petting her hair. She really loved it and was looking forward to spending more time with him. Why do all that if he wasn't interested?" Mindy asked looking totally confused and turned her concerned eyes to her friend.

Dean followed Mindy's gaze and saw Sheila. He didn't know her well, but in the past she really went overboard to get attention. The Sheila in the lounge chair wasn't the same person. She was wearing a cover up over her swimsuit, a big flopping hat and sunglasses. Her nose was buried in a book and when one of the hot young twenty year old males passed by her chair she seemed to curl up farther to avoid attracting his attention. Dean frowned in dismay that something as stupid as what Sam did should affect her so badly.

Dean tried to explain Sam's behavior knowing his brother would never want to hurt someone this way. "He was pretty drunk before dinner; you know that. He gets overly affectionate when he's drunk. I'm sure he didn't mean to lead her on."

Mindy nodded her understanding, "I wish I knew how to break her out of the depression. I know she goes over board at times, but she is really an amazing person. She's one of the smartest people I know. She has an eidetic memory and is an expert in her field. We met at the business woman's mixer in New York and became fast friends. We take this trip once a year to unwind."

"What's an eidetic memory?" Dean asked surprised to hear how smart Sheila was.

"Most people would call it a photographic memory. She remembers about 90% of what she sees. Her IQ was tested at 180." Mindy said proud of her friend. "Guys don't like it so she puts on this sex kitten act."

"She shouldn't do that with Sam. My baby brother got a full ride to Stanford and studied to become a lawyer. He would respect her intelligence more than the sex kitten act."

"Wow, it's a shame she didn't do that. Thank you for talking to me. I'll let you get back to your floating." Mindy said with a smile as she swam off.

True to his word Dean enjoyed the ocean another ten minutes then headed back to the lounge chair, flirting with the waitress on the way back. "Hey Sammy, is a 180 IQ good?" Dean didn't want Mindy to know he had no idea about IQ scores.

Sam affirmed what Mindy had said, "Anything over 160 is considered genius. Why do you ask? Do you know someone with a 180 IQ?"

Dean bluffed "On Dr. Sexy one of the doctors claimed to have a 180 IQ and I was wondering if that was good."

Sam accepted that excuse and they enjoyed lunch at the beach club. Dean ordered the taco plate that had three Carne Asada tacos, Mexican rice and beans. Sam got the Cajun chicken salad which had large hunks of creamy avocado and fresh cilantro. After they knocked back lunch, Sam offered the remaining two beers to Andro and Mirko who gladly accepted them. The boys had another hair raising cab ride back to the ship.

Even though a shower seemed silly when they were about to burn the figurehead and face a pissed off ghost who would no doubt get them dirty again, Dean still felt he needed one since there was sand stuck in crevasses he didn't want to think about. Dean was feeling much better with the dip in the ocean and the relaxing morning and afternoon. His dizziness was just about gone and his stomach only hurt if someone bumped it. Otherwise he felt right as rain and raring to get some payback on Casper the seafaring ghost. Sam was also feeling uncomfortable from the sneaky shifting sand. Twenty minutes with the handheld shower head and he was able to unblock the beach out of his important areas; which was a relief because he thought in about five more minutes his ass would have turned those gritty grains of sand into tiny pearls. After both boys finished their de-beaching Sam grabbed his laptop and they went to meet Rose.

2:30 PM had the boys greeting a nervously smiling Rose. "We ready?" She asked.

"Do you have the laundry tub?" Dean asked.

"Since the Crypt isn't open right now I stashed it there until we're ready." Rose explained.

Ever inquisitive Sam asked. "What the Crypt?" Dean wouldn't admit it but he was wondering to, because it was pretty creepy looking room.

"That's the Disco and bar; since all the vampire stuff is so hot right now the ship's designer used that as a theme." Rose said.

"They aren't vampires, man. They're douche bags." Dean insisted.

Sam ignored his brother as he pulled Rose's necklace from his pocket. "Thank you for letting me borrow it. We really need to get one of those." Sam said with a smile.

"I'm happy to help, especially after Dean helped Althea and Daevon, I should be thanking you guys." She replied.

Dean got embarrassed at the compliment and wanted to get on with the hunt, so he set up the laptop and turned away so Sam couldn't see what he was doing. Sam tried to be subtle as he moved closer hoping to see how Dean was accessing and looping the cameras.

"Move it Sammy, you're blocking my light." Dean said with amusement lacing his voice.

Sam grudgingly moved away but replied, "Its Sam." Another five minutes of keystrokes and Dean had zone one on a loop, he then reprogramed the security's computer code to delay the loop of zone two to start 10 seconds before zone one was completed. The 10 second overlap would allow them to get from one zone to that other without being seen. The laptop would make a beeping sound 30 seconds before the zone two loop ended and the cameras became live again. Once Dean gave the go ahead, Sam started to work on the figurehead's wires, while Rose rushed over to the crypt to retrieve the laundry cart. She had sheets in the tub to throw over the figurehead. As Rose predicted, since it was a long day in Cozumel, no one was around to see Sam work on the wires and lift the figurehead off the wall.

They gently placed the figurehead into the cart surprised the ghost hadn't made an appearance. They figured the ghost knew it couldn't get past Rose's necklace so it was laying low. They rolled the cart up to the door by the Schooner bar and watched for the 10 second overlap in the loops. Once the overlap occurred they quickly opened the door and made it to the next zone. Rose led the way to the elevator punching the button, and then stepped aside for the boys to enter the elevator with the cart. Just as both boys and the cart were in the elevator the air got ice cold and the doors slammed shut locking Rose and her necklace outside.

"Sonofabitch." Dean murmured as the door shut. Now they were trapped in a metal box with a large cart hampering their movements. Sam and Dean stood back to back with their walking sticks at the ready, but the ghost didn't manifest.

Instead they heard it whisper, "Mi corazón." The sheet was moved, by invisible hands, off the figurehead. Dean slashed at the air near the sheet, but only met air.

As the elevator continued to deck one the figurehead was being moved to a standing position and they heard the whispered words. "Mi bella María te he echado de menos. Voy a encontrar a nuestro hijo."

The boys were thwarted in their attempts to hit the ghost because he wasn't moving the items with his hands, but controlling them with his mind, so he didn't need to be near the figurehead to move it. The air dipped another ten degrees before the elevator doors opened and the ghost shouted. "¿dónde está mi hijo." Sam felt himself being lifted off his feet and had a moment to wonder if this is what it feels like to fly before he hit the unforgiving wall. Luckily, years of being thrown into walls taught both boys how to protect their bodies when the inevitable happened and some supernatural baddie tossed them into a solid object.

Dean grabbed the figurehead out of its standing position and shoved it back under the sheets while quickly rolling the cart out of the elevator and yelling at the ghost. "Leave my brother alone you cabron."

Sam was stunned to hear Spanish spoken by his brother. He stumbled back to his feet as the ghost's anger overtook it because of Dean's Spanish words. All that angry energy coming off the ghost in waves made him unable to stay invisible and he manifested right in front of the cart Dean was rolling. The ghost pushed the cart pinning Dean against the elevator doors causing him to drop his walking stick. Sam had a firm grip on his walking stick with his owl aimed at the ghost's head, but before he could connect the ghost disappeared again. The only sound that could be heard was the boys heavy breathing. Now that the ghost was gone Dean was able to free himself from between the cart and the wall.

Looking out onto the deck's long hallway, Sam was disappointed to see most of the doors were only numbered or had no markings at all. "Which door do you think it is?" He asked Dean nodding his head towards the many doors.

Rose was supposed to take them to the incinerator. Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose in thought and finally gave up, "I got no clue. Let's just start opening doors and look for it." They opened the first door to reveal several industrial sized washers and dryers. The next one showed part of the ship's diesel engines.

As Dean was reaching for a third door the chill came back into the air and the ghost manifested next to Dean's left ear. He screamed into Dean's ear. "Usted no me va a impedir que mi hijo bastardo." Sam got in a clean hit through its head with his owl and the ghost disappeared.

"Dude! Turn down the volume." Dean said to the now missing ghost, as he tried to shake hearing back into his ear.

The fifth door finally revealed the incinerator just as the laptop signaled the 30 second warning beep. "We need to hurry." Sam said urgently. Dean grabbed the figurehead and while approaching the incinerator, salted Maria's beautiful face. Sam worked the control panel, setting the incinerator for plastic, knowing the fire would burn hotter to burn not only the plastic but any toxic gases released by the fire.

Dean grasped the red incinerator door handle and pulled down as the air got cold again and his breath became visible. He felt something or someone trying to pull the figurehead away from him. The ghost manifested in an attempt to shock him into dropping Maria. But Dean refused to give her up; his hand had a firm grip on her waist. The incinerator opened and Dean quickly tossed Maria in watching as the flames licked at her wavy brown hair. Don Antonio shrieked in pain and disappeared just as Sam's laptop beeped to alert them the cameras were now live. Both boys ducked out of camera view as Dean reprogrammed another five minute loop. They walked the cart back to the door with the washers and dryers and left it with the other carts.

As they entered the elevator Sam turned to Dean and asked, "What does cabron mean?"

Dean's smile got wide as he replied, "Asshole."

"Where the hell did you learn Spanish?" Sam asked while laughing.

"Well you see, there was this girl." Dean said before Sam interrupted him with an eye roll.

"Never mind." Sam said as the elevator doors opened to reveal a worried looking Rose.

Up in the booth the security guard noticed the security cameras hitch and saw Sam and Dean briefly on deck one at the incinerator. He smiled as the image disappeared again. Flipping to the zone one cameras he viewed the empty space where the figurehead had been and started whistling a happy tune.

After finishing reassuring Rose that everything was fine they parted ways. The boys still had two hours to kill before dinner. Dean was feeling tired from the salt and burn and the after effects of his pain pills, so he decided to go back to the cabin for a short nap before dinner.

Now that the job was done and they were officially on vacation! Sam headed to the shore excursion desk. He had some questions about Grand Cayman. An hour later all his questions were answered and his tickets purchased. They would be delivered to the cabin later that night. Sam took the stairs back to the cabin to prepare for dinner.

I wasn't sure where to end this chapter. But I think here is good. That was not an ad for Mexican Pepsi or Coke. It's more about that fact I really hate high fructose corn syrup and prefer drinks with real sugar. The mouth feel and flavor is ten times better.

Mi bella María te he echado de menos. Voy a encontrar a nuestro hijo means My beautiful Maria I have missed you. I will find our son.

Usted no me va a impedir que mi hijo bastardomeansYou will not keep me from my son you bastard. If the Google translator is working right.