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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural that would be Eric Kripke. This is a work of fiction so any resemblance to real people is accidental.

The alarm went off and Dean was instantly awake, excited about the day. It was a feeling he remembered from the past. The last time he felt like this he was three years old and his mom had explained about Santa Claus. He could hardy sleep that night just waiting to see what Santa had brought him on Christmas morning. He remembered the glittering Christmas tree with colorfully wrapped presents under it, his mom and dad smiling as they watched he open all his presents. His favorite was the Big Wheel his dad gave him. After opening the gifts his mom let him and his dad have her special apple pie for breakfast. He never felt that excited again as, his mom was dead and gone by the following Christmas and was spent in a crap motel room with no presents and no tree at all.

Dean got out of bed and hit the head before Sam had even opened both his eyelids. He looked in the bathroom mirror and noticed green glitter was in his hair and on his cheeks. He must have missed removing some of the eye shadow from last night. He briefly thought about a shower, but discarded the idea since he would be swimming in the ocean later. Why shower now when he would need a one after the excursion? Plus time was short and there was no way in hell he was missing a cruise ship buffet breakfast. He opened the bathroom door to reveal an eager Sam who was doing the pee-pee dance waiting for him to get out.

Dean dressed quick and sat at the window seat to read the tickets. They were to meet for the tour on the dock by 9:00 for the 9:30 excursion. He checked the cruise compass and the first tenders started at 8:30. It was now 8:00 now so Sam needed to move his ass or they would miss breakfast. At the thought of breakfast Dean's stomach gave a growl. He patted it and said, "Soon my friend I promise." Then he yelled at the bathroom door. "Dude, get your ass in gear or I'm leaving without you."

Sam poked his head out the door with his tooth brush hanging out of his mouth. "Give me five more minutes." He mumbled through the toothpaste foam.

After an excruciating six minutes Sam was ready. They headed to the elevators and Sam hit the button. But Dean was way too antsy to wait and headed to the stairs with Sam trailing behind watching his excited brother with a smile. Finally they were on Deck eleven, the pool deck. Instead of Dean heading to the buffet, like Sam thought, he went to the pool area. The boys got their first view of Grand Cayman and it was breath taking. The ocean was a deep beautiful indigo blue. They could see the white sandy shores along with a large sign that said duty free shopping. Further down the coast line right on the beach was pale yellow and pink houses.

On the left side they could see the Carnival Magic anchored with its large waterslide on the top deck and the smaller Carnival Destiny to the right side. The double decker tender boats were already taking passengers to the dock from Carnival ships. At the front of their ship was a black pirate ship that had a white row boat hooked up to it.

Dean poked a wide eyed Sam and said "look it's the Black Pearl."

Sam noticed the pirate ship for the first time. "Damn, this place is amazing and thank God it's not as humid as Cozumel."

"I know I was sweating my balls off over there." Dean said in agreement, "Come on the line's short, let's check out our beach towels then get breakfast before they start running the tender boats."

After getting their beach towels they headed to the overly crowded buffet area. They saw Althea waving them over to a window table she had waiting for them. The boys were appreciative since there were very few empty tables. They thanked Althea who hurried off since it was quite busy. Dean agreed to save the table while Sam got his food. Sam headed to his favorite area to get his fresh fruit and oatmeal. He was happy to see today's selection included mango, pineapple, banana and watermelon, so he happily loaded his fruit bowl. He also noticed with much relief that there was still a little of his favorite pink grapefruit left but just as he was reaching the grapefruit bowl this lady pushed past him and scooped up all the pink grapefruit leaving without a word of apology. He watched her walk off in complete shock. He was still feeling the shock once he got to the table.

Dean noticed Sam's face and asked "What happened?"

"This bitch cut the line and took the last of the pink grapefruit." Dean was surprised to hear Sam swearing about the lady as he rarely swore.

"Do you see her?" Dean asked wondering if it was the same woman that knocked into him yesterday. Sam pointed the lady out as she pushed her way past for the pastries. Sure enough it was the same lady; well lady would be stretching it.

"She's been cutting in front of me the whole cruise." Dean replied as the woman in question sat at her table and started noisily chewing Sam's pink grapefruit. If looks could kill she would have dropped dead on the spot.

"Chill out Sam; we don't want to get kicked off the ship." Dean replied as he went to get his own food. He loaded his plate up with Morcilla sausage before heading over to the bacon. He also took some oatmeal and fresh fruit to keep Sam off his back. By the time he got back to the table Sam had settled into his breakfast moving past his anger at the rude line jumping bitch.

They finished their breakfast quickly so they could catch one of the first tenders ashore. Dean was bouncing back and forth in excitement, barely able to wait in line for the tender boat. They watched as the first tender boat filled and pulled away. The second was quickly filling up and as luck would have it, just as they reached the front of the line they were told the boat was filled leaving the boys to wait for the third tender boat. Dean checked his watch constantly and was chewing on his bottom lip in concern. Sam saw this and said, "Calm down, we have plenty of time." He said in a reassuring tone.

Dean nodded his head in understanding, but still continued to nervously abuse his lip. At long last they boarded their boat and were headed ashore. The ride over gave them an interesting view of the deep blue ocean. Dean couldn't stop staring at it; he had never seen anything that stunning before. Aside from a horrible plane ride to Scotland to help Bobby out of his deal with Crowley; the boys had never been out of the county. They certainly hadn't been on vacation before. As Dean watched the sea he noticed a bottlenose dolphin following alongside their boat.

"Dude, check it out." Dean said pointing out the dolphin to Sam. Dean's words had half the people standing up to see the dolphin.

"Wow, Flipper is following us." Sam said smiling as he watched the lone dolphin.

The tender boat captain noticed the excited passengers watching the dolphin announced over the PA system. "If you look over on the port side, that's the left for all you land lubbers, it appears that Stinky has decided to greet us today. Be careful with Stinky. It's unusual to see a lone male dolphin. Stinky is a bit well how do I put this…. he's horny. You should avoid being in the ocean with Stinky." Dean laughed at the name of the horny dolphin. Stinky continued to follow along to the entertainment of all on board.

"Poor guy just wants to get a little of that good dolphin lovin'." Dean said watching as the dolphin snapped his jaws and leaped out of the water putting on an impressive show. "I think he likes you Sammy." Dean said laughing at Sam's bitch face. As they got closer to the dock Stinky swam off in pursuit of a mate.

They were the first ones off the boat once it docked. Sam had to rush in order to keep up with his fast moving brother. Sam almost ran into Dean's back when he suddenly stopped looking at the crowded mass of people and tour operators. The dock was a disorganized mass of confused people wandering around aimlessly.

"How the hell are we supposed to know where to go?" Dean asked Sam his brow furrowed in confusion.

Sam looked around feeling the same confusion as people pushed passed them. He noticed a sign listing the different excursions by tour number. "Follow me." He said heading for the sign.

Dean obediently followed; his brother's height made him easy to pick out when the crowd separated them. Dean stood beside Sam who had the tickets out and was checking them against the sign. That was when Dean noticed the lines of people standing in front of different poles with tour numbers. He was relieved that all they needed to do was to find their number. They boys checked the different signs but none of them matched their tour number. Sam stopped a tour operator to ask where they tour line was. The harassed tour operator pointed him to the sign Sam was just looking at and without a saying a single word the operator took off. "Well he was helpful." Sam said sarcastically.

They heard their names being called by Waldo, who was once again wearing his ironically red striped shirt. Dean couldn't help it as he whispered to Sam, "Where's Waldo?" Despite his irritation, Sam burst out in a fit of laughter.

They walked over to Waldo and Trudy standing at the back of a long line. "What tour are you guys on?" Waldo asked. Sam passed him the ticket.

"Oh cool you guys are on the same tour with us. This is the line you want." Waldo said pointing to a sign that was missing the first digit of the tour number.

"Thank God. This place is a mess." Dean said relieved to have found where the heck they were supposed to be.

Trudy agreed, "They could organize this better. It took us a good fifteen minutes to figure out this was the right line. We walked past it five times because it was missing a number."

"Who cares? I'm just happy to being swimming with the stingrays again." Waldo said with a big smile on his goofy face. "We did this excursion two years ago and it was a lot of fun."

"Yea, this is our first time here. I heard this was a blast! I didn't think we would be doing this but Sammy surprised me with tickets." Dean said ruffling his brother's hair, who smacked his hand away. They chatted for a while until the tour operator guided them to the bus that would take them to the boat for the excursion.

The boys' first shock about Grand Cayman was the fact they drove on the wrong side of the road. Dean's heart gave a jolt of fear when they made a left turn into the 'wrong' lane. He wasn't the only one because he heard Sam's gasp of fear before he covered it with a cough. They passed 7-mile beach which was the most breathtaking beach Dean had ever seen even with the quick glimpses between the palm trees. He saw the soft pure white sand beaches leading to the shallow vivid blue ocean. It was difficult to describe this ocean. The blue was unlike any other he had seen before, it was so crystal clear. He watched the tranquil waters in awe of the beauty in front of him. He looked over at Sam and noticed a similar expression of astonished wonderment on his face.

Waldo was sitting across from them and noticed their expression as they viewed the beach. "That's 7-mile beach. It's rated as the best beach in the Caribbean." Waldo said.

"I've never seen anything like it." Dean said with reverence in his voice. Waldo smiled as the bus made the final turn to the dock where their boat was waiting.

They guys boarded the double deck boat choosing to go upstairs in the open air instead of inside the lower part of the boat. Waldo and Trudy, who were concerned about the strong Caribbean sun, stayed inside on the lower deck. The boat passed million dollar mansions of pastel pinks, yellows and blues set right up on the narrow strait leading to the open ocean. The water was deeper here and was a darker indigo blue. As they traveled into shallower waters the color of the ocean got a lighter and more brilliant shade blue.

The tour guide was a friendly and funny man who explained the do's and don'ts of swimming with the stingrays. He also introduced Jay and Wendy the nature guides who would help them with the stingrays. The biggest piece of advice the captain offered was to not grab a stingray by the tail since that is where the poisonous stinger was. He further explained that the older and larger stingrays would swim near the top of the water, but the baby rays would stay on the ocean floor and to be careful not to step on a baby ray. He stressed the fact that these were wild animals out in the ocean and not a petting zoo. The stingray still had their stingers but wouldn't attack unless threatened. No water shoes or shoes of any kind were allowed on the sand bar known as Stingray City. The boys slipped off their sandals as they neared Stingray City.

The ocean was now at its brightest azure blue and Dean could see the dark shapes of the stingrays swimming around the boat. He knew they were at the large sand bar because of the numerous boats anchored in the area. The two nature guides exited down the stairs at the back of the ship to help assist the tour goers into the water. The boys stepped into the soft sand of the bar with the ocean current gently pushing them away from the boat.

Large kite shaped stingrays swam past them. The smaller younger rays were lighter gray in color with long tails pointed at the end. The larger rays were almost black in color and about three feet across. They showed no fear or aggression as they swam around the boys. Sea birds flew across the clear blue sky squawking at the crowd.

Soon the guides had caught a willing stingray and people lined up to take pictures with him. Sam and Dean decided to have their pictures taken with the large stingray. Wendy took the pictures as Jim had the stingray 'kiss' the boys and give them a massage. Sam was surprised to discover the stingray wasn't slimy or fishy like he thought it would be; instead it was soft and velvety, feeling good on his bare shoulders.

After their pictures were completed the boys got some of the small squid to hand feed the stingrays. The captain showed them how to hold the squid, with their thumbs tucked under and the squid sticking out the top of their closed fist so the stingray could suck it out. Dean looked over at Sam who laughed in delight as a large stingray took the squid from his hand. He smiled to see Sam enjoying this excursion as much as he was. He was startled out of this train of thought when a stingray brushed his calf from behind. Sam laughed at his shock.

"That sucker came out of nowhere." Dean said laughing at himself.

"They really are amazing. I thought they would be more aggressive, but they aren't." Sam said smiling.

Waldo and Trudy came over for some squid. Sam showed Trudy how to properly hold the squid. Waldo took this opportunity to talk with Dean without Trudy overhearing him.

"So you guys took care of the ghost?" Waldo asked.

Yeah, it wasn't easy but it's been handled." Dean explained.

"Is this what you guys do?" Waldo questioned.

"Yeah it is." Dean supplied without further explanation.

"What made you hunt this ghost and are there others that do this?" Asked Waldo who was inquisitive by nature and couldn't help questioning the reluctant hunter.

Seeing how much Waldo's information helped them with the ghost he felt he should explain. "Our dad raised us in this life. He taught us how to fight and protect ourselves from supernatural threats." As Waldo opened his mouth to question further Dean held up his hand silencing the man. "Yes, there are other hunters and yes there are more than just ghosts out there. But I don't think you really want to know all the things out there in the dark. Do you?"

Waldo thought over Dean's words and how truly scared the ghost had made him. He knew he wasn't a hero; his motto was run, run, run, away and live to fight another day. If backed into a corner he would fight any force earth to protect Trudy. But he wasn't trained and he definitely didn't have the physical strength of Sam or Dean. "You're right; I don't really want to know." Waldo easily conceded. "Thank you for what you do." He said in a sincere tone of voice. Dean just nodded not knowing how to reply.

Trudy's laugh of delight caught Waldo's attention and he waded back to his wife and Sam wandered back to Dean. "What did Waldo want?"

"He wanted to talk about the ghost and make sure it was gone." Dean reassured his brother.

To soon the people were loaded back into the boat and heading back to the buses. Dean looked back one final time at the sandbar and the stingrays gliding gracefully across the water. He felt a moment of envy; these creatures lived in splendor and had the freedom to swim these warm waters. Every day more people came to feed them and they were protected. Sam looked over surprised at his brother's unusual silence.

"So was it as good as you thought it would be?" Sam asked concerned by his brother's mood.

"It was even better." Dean said smiling at his brother. "Thank you Sammy."

They went to the lower level of the boat to view the pictures. "Holy crap that stingray is huge! Was he a good kisser" Dean said laughing at the picture of Sam getting a kiss on the lips by the massive stingray.

Sam played along, "He was a bit fishy, and he surprised me when he slipped me the tongue." Dean laughed at Sam's joke. "How was your massage?" Sam asked Dean.

"It was great. I'm really glad he didn't go for the happy ending though." Dean said as they paid $35 for all the pictures the tour guides had taken. They tipped and thanked the guides for an awesome one of a kind experience.

The bus was quiet on the ride back to the ship with contented, tired passengers. The boys decided to take the tender back to the ship to shower and change for dinner. Waldo and Trudy did the same and they all shared a boat back to the ship.

"I'm going to head up to the lido deck and drop off the beach towels." Waldo said to Trudy as they boarded the ship.

Dean overheard him and said, "That's a good idea. I'll go up with you." Sam and Trudy handed over their towels as they got off the elevator on deck seven surprised their cabins were on the same deck.

At deck eleven Dean was stopped by Althea who asked how he enjoyed the excursion. Waldo went on ahead. Dean spent an excited five minutes talking about the stingrays and raving about Grand Cayman before he was able to walk out to the pool deck. As soon as he entered the deck he became instantly alert. The temperature on the deck had dropped 20 degrees raising goose bumps on his bare arms and the back of his neck.

He heard the words, "¿dónde está mi hijo." before Waldo's body was lifted and thrown ten feet into the air by an unseen force. He landed with a resounding splash in the pool.

"Damn it." Dean said dropping his towels and running towards where Waldo was being held under water by an invisible force.

Dean grabbed one of the salt shakers off a nearby table and yelled out to the ghost. "Leave him alone!"

This caused the ghost to manifest in its anger and yell at Dean. "Usted mató a mi corazón, mi María."

Dean felt a rush of cold air as the ghost released Waldo to attack him. As the ghost approached he tossed the salt at it and it disappeared. He looked at the pool to see Waldo floating face down. Without another thought he dived into the pool. Others hands helped him to pull Waldo out. Dean felt for a pulse a finding none started CPR pressing on his chest to restart Waldo's heart. He was surprised to hear a woman's voice counting out the beats. He saw Mindy puff a breath into Waldo mouth and check his pulse nodding to Dean to continue chest compressions. After three sessions of breaths and chest compressions Waldo's pulse came back and he coughed water out of his lungs. The medical team was on hand to put him on a gurney to take him to the medical deck. Dean rubbed a weary hand over his face, once again feeling eyes on him; he looked up to deck twelve to seeing a man dressed like security turn and walk away.

According to Google Translator

¿dónde está mihijo means where is my son?

Ustedmató a micorazón, mimaria means You murdered my heart, my Maria.

So thiswas a short chapter, butit sets up thenextpart of thestory. I neverrealizeditwould be thislongwhen I startedthestory. Thankyoueveryoneforreading, following, and/orreviewingthestory.