Thank you to my chapter twelve reviewers my guest reviewer Kay Winchester, SPN Mum, Manny, Fanspired, Baltimoron48 and Dirtdevil76. Sorry for the delay in posting. I had a moron moment and deleted the entire chapter. Luckily I still had a hard copy, but it took time to retype the whole thing.
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.
Dean continued to stare at the place on deck twelve where the man had disappeared.
"What was that?" Mindy asked breaking him out of his trance.
"What?" was Dean's clever reply.
"You saw that right? Something threw that man into the pool. It came right at you. But you hit it with something that made it disappear." Mindy said looking around for the thing she saw in Dean's hand. "Salt? You hit it with salt and it disappeared? How did you know to do that?" Getting no reply she shook his arm saying his name, "Dean how did you know to do that?"
Dean seeing that Mindy was getting increasingly more upset and knowing he needed to talk to Sam right the fuck now, he to Mindy. "Follow me and I'll explain." With that he started speed walking out of the pool area to the stairs. Mindy stood shocked for thirty seconds before dropping the empty salt shaker and running after him.
They swiftly made it back to cabin 7294 where Sam was just exiting the shower wearing only a tiny towel. He was shocked and embarrassed as Dean let Mindy into their cabin.
"Dude what the heck?" Sam yelped as he jumped back into the bathroom, but not before Mindy got a good eyeful. Had she not been ten seconds from a completed mental breakdown she would have very much enjoyed the sight of Sam in the evil little towel. The man was all legs and muscles.
Dean didn't bother to reply to Sam's question; instead he launched right into the issue. "The ghost isn't dead. He attacked Waldo at the pool. Mindy and I had to give him CPR in order to restart his heart."
Sam reopened the door so only his head showed and stated, "No that can't be, we burned the figurehead and released his spirit."
"We obviously missed something and Waldo's paying the price for our mistake." Dean said, guilt coloring his words.
"We couldn't have known the ghost was still here. We know the ghost is Don Antonio De Echeverez and we know he was attached to the figurehead. So why didn't the salt and burn work?" Sam asked as Dean handed him the clothes he had set out on the bed.
"I don't know. Maybe he was attracted to the figurehead because it was his wife, but he wasn't attached to it by DNA. Or maybe there are two things on this ship with his DNA. The heck if I know." Dean said in complete exasperation.
At this point Mindy had enough of listening. "What the hell is going on? Who is Don Antonio de whatchamacallit and did you say ghost?"
Sam had finished changing in record time and came out of the bathroom. "Okay, yes, I said ghost. We hunt ghosts and this ship is haunted. We thought Don Antonio de Echeverez was the ghost and he was attached to the figurehead on deck four so we salted and burned it."
Mindy tried to stay calm, but it was difficult, "I overheard security talking about the missing figurehead and they found no trace of who took it on the cameras. What are you like the Ghostbusters?"
Dean couldn't resist "Who you gonna call?" Sam shot him a bitch face eye roll combination that was quite epic.
Turning to Mindy, "Not quite like the movie, no. We hunt vengeful spirits and try to stop them from killing innocent people like Waldo." At Waldo's name Dean became serious again.
"Mindy, were you on deck for Waldo's whole attack?" Dean asked, to which Mindy nodded her head yes. "This is important, what exactly did you see?"
Mindy was silent for a moment trying to recall every detail. "Okay, I was standing at the station to return my towel. Waldo got in line behind me and suddenly the air got really cold and it felt like the air got electric, similar to how it feels in a lightning storm. Then out of nowhere a voice yelled in what sounded like Spanish and I felt a whoosh of air behind me. I turned and saw Waldo flying into the pool. That's when Dean ran out and started yelling at the ghost then threw salt at it and it disappeared. He dived in and a couple of guys helped pull Waldo out of the pool. Then Dean started chest compression and I helped with the mouth to mouth. That's it. That's all I saw." Mindy finished not knowing what more to say.
"Before the attack did you notice anyone hanging around? Maybe watching you or Waldo?" Dean asked while Sam gave him a questioning look.
"Not really I don't …" Mindy trailed off as she thought back. "Yes! A man on deck twelve; he was watching us. But he was dressed in security clothes so I just figured he was doing his job."
Dean got quiet and thoughtful: Sam knew that face meant he was onto something. "What're you thinking?" Sam asked.
"I don't think the ghost is acting on its own. We thought he was because he was attacking men that matched the men on his ship. But then why attack me in Jamaica? It makes no sense. Unless….what if someone is controlling the ghost? Last night, I felt like someone was watching me at Quest but I let it go because there was only a security guard who was watching the door. We've seen people control ghosts before. Why not this security guard?" Dean answered.
"But why? What's his reasoning and why now?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean answered honestly. "Did the man see you watching him?" Dean asked Mindy.
"I don't know I just got a quick look at him and then I was distracted by Waldo flying head first into the pool." Mindy answered annoyed with herself.
"Okay Sam, while I shower, why don't you walk Mindy back to her cabin and salt the doors for her, then we can check out deck twelve. If the man thinks Mindy saw him, he might have the ghost attack her." Dean explained, taking charge of the situation in full hunter mode.
Sam nodded, but Mind protested "I saw him. I could help you find him. You just said the ghost attacked you so you're in more danger than me. Plus the ghost was seriously pissed at you."
Dean gave her a little smirk. "I can handle myself, sweetheart. But I can't be responsible for you. If I'm worried about protecting you I'll leave myself open to attack."
Mindy reluctantly relented knowing he was right. "Okay Sam my cabin is on deck ten number 1320." Sam grabbed his walking stick with the iron owl and followed Mindy.
"Is he always that protective?" Mindy asked as they walked down the hallway.
"Oh you don't know the half of it." Sam replied with a laugh as he punched the elevator button.
"I can't stand waiting for these damn things. Do you mind if we take the stairs?" Mindy asked.
Again Sam laughed "No problem I hate waiting for him, too." He couldn't help but admire Mindy's ass as she made her way up the stairs in her tiny jean shorts and bikini top. Mindy, being no blushing flower, knew he was looking so she tossed a bit of sway to her step. She would never touch Sam, she just wouldn't do that to Sheila, but it was an ego boost to know he was looking.
Soon enough they arrived at cabin 1320. As she was about to unlock the door Sam stopped her. "Shouldn't we knock first? Sheila might be changing. I don't want to walk in on her."
Mindy smiled at his manners. "Not a problem. This is an owner's suite." She said as if that answered his question. He just nodded having no idea what an owner's suite was until she opened the cabin door and his jaw fell to the floor.
"Holy crap, this is huge." Sam said, slowly walking in and admiring the suite. As he entered, the dining room area was the first thing to catch his eye. It featured a round table made of dark wood with two blue fabric chairs around it. Behind the table was a bar area with different types of glasses and a wine rack. Past the dining room area was a full living room area with a comfortable L shaped tan fabric couch and a light gray recliner with ottoman. These chairs were set in front of a flat screen television that looked to be at least 50 inches tall. The television appeared to be on a swivel so that it could be turned to face an area that was now closed by a blue curtain.
As the words left his mouth the curtain opened to reveal two twin beds and a vanity area with a lighted mirror and chair. Sheila appeared dressed for dinner in her formal night attire. She took his breath away in her Kelly green chiffon gown. The dress was dramatic with a ruched bodice that was off one shoulder and fitted to the hips. The skirt flowed around her legs. As she walked into the room Sam noticed a high slit on the right side revealing her golden toned leg up to the mid-thigh. Sam couldn't decide which made his mouth drool more, the room or that dress. Mindy's voice broke Sam's trance and he forced himself to stop staring.
"The Halston looks amazing; I told you that color would look great on you. What shoes are you going to wear with it?" Mindy asked excitedly.
"I can't decide between the Jimmy Choo or the Manolo Blanik. What do you think?" Sheila said holding up a pair of shiny gold shoes with jewel buckles and peek a boo toes. The other pair she was holding up was leather covered with gold glitter. They were very sexy with the straps crossing over the calf and a higher heel. The title 'Vamp' fit these shoes very well.
Sam answered with thinking, "the glittery ones for sure." Then blushed realizing he had answered. He shifted his feet, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Mindy controlled her urge to laugh at Sam's outburst. "I agree with Sam the Jimmy Choo's will look perfect with that dress."
Sheila smiled as she took a seat at the couch and asked, "What's Sam doing here?"
Mindy looked to Sam who nodded to her that she could explain things to Sheila. "You remember Waldo?"
"Yes, we had an interesting talk about sunken ships. He's a self-trained expert. He's knowledge is impressive." Sheila replied at Sam's surprised look she continued, "I work for the New York State museum as the state Archaeologist."
Sam was impressed and wanted to ask more questions about her job, but Mindy interjected. "He was attacked and thrown into the pool." She stated pulling no punches.
"Oh my God. Who would do such a thing? Is he alright?" Sheila asked her voice full of concern.
"Dean distracted the attacker and pulled him out of the pool. He wasn't breathing so Dean did chest compression, while I gave him mouth to mouth resuscitation. We got him breathing again and the medical team took him." Mindy explained solemnly.
"How horrible, who attacked him?" Sheila asked clearly upset.
"That's the part that is going to be hard for you to believe. I wouldn't have if I hadn't seen it." Mindy explained then took a deep breath and spat it out. "It was a ghost that attacked him. Dean used salt to repel the spirit." Mindy finished quickly and was surprised that Sheila didn't look shocked.
"That makes sense. Salt is a pure and earthly substance, it's used to repel the unnatural." Sheila explained easily.
Sam was surprised and couldn't hold his silence. "You believe in ghosts?"
"I grew up in New Orleans, before moving to New York. The teenagers would go to the Saint Louis Cemetery Number One and leave gifts for the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. The kids dared me to do it blindfolded. They were the most popular girls in school so I agreed. Once they got to the Glapion family crypt, where Marie Laveau is rumored to be entombed, they left me blindfolded and ran off. The air got cold and I heard voices yelling at me in French. I pulled off the blindfold but it was a moonless night and I couldn't see my way out. Something grabbed at my leg; I screamed and begged the girls to help me. But they were long gone. Then a silvery light appeared and the hands gripping my leg let go with a shrill shriek. The light calmed me and I followed it out of the cemetery. So yea, I believe in ghosts. After that experience I studied everything I could about how to protect myself. I always keep this with me." With that she pulled an iron knife from a hidden pocket in her dress.
Mindy was stunned; Sam was horrified as he listened to her story. Not sure how to reply he decided to go with the matter at hand. "We think the ghost is Don Antonio de Echeverez and that someone is controlling him."
"Oh, it was you who burned the figurehead." Sheila said making Sam do a double take.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"Don Antonio de Echeverez was one of the captains from the 1715 fleet. The figurehead was made in the likeness of his wife Maria. You thought the ghost was tied to it. But if Waldo was attacked then it wasn't that. But why do you think the ghost is under someone's control?" Sheila asked.
"His first attacks made sense, but then he broke pattern to attack Dean and Waldo." Sam explained.
"Attacks?" Sheila questioned.
"The scurvy from the last cruise was the reason we booked this cruise. On this cruise a man was whipped at the buffet and another man was hung from the rock climbing wall." Sam explained.
"The victims were Castillo and Menendez and those were the names of Don Antonio's Admiral Generals. He attacked them for not finding his son." Sheila easily answered. Mindy was always impressed with Sheila's mind, how quickly it sorted facts and pulled information. But it no longer surprised her. What surprised her was how quickly Sam went from being adorable awkward Sam to supernatural hunter Sam. He was in his element talking about the supernatural as if he had done it his whole life.
"That's right. Dean's a Winchester and not one of Echeverez's crew. So why attack him? Plus Mindy saw a person on deck twelve." He said not thinking until he saw Sheila's shocked expression.
"Winchester? I thought your name was Osbourne? Sam and Dean Winchester! The hunters?" Sheila asked and Sam knew his goose was cooked.
He was corned and he knew it, Dean was going to kill him. He answered simply. "You've heard of us?"
"Yea I have. In 2005 Dean did a job in New Orleans. He caught people's attention." Sheila explained, "Then during my research I found a helpful website called Hellhound's , they don't like you guys at all." Sheila said laughing as Sam grinned and ducked his head.
"Good old Harry Spangler and Ed Zeddmore, is that where you got the hint about iron?" He said shaking his head.
"Yup, the rock salt shells were genius. Who came up with that one?" Sheila asked.
"Dean did. He's pretty inventive. Speaking of my brother, I need to head back. But first, all the doors and windows should be salted." He looked over for the first time and noticed the large balcony. "Wow, okay and the balcony door too. That's so cool you have a balcony."
"You think that's impressive check out the bathroom." Sheila invited, delighted at Sam's excited reaction. Mindy started salting the doors as he wandered into the bathroom with Sheila. She heard Sam exclaim, "You have a bidet and a Jacuzzi tub!"
After the bathroom tour, Sam headed back to his tiny cabin to find Dean waiting for him. "What took so long?" Dean demanded.
"Sheila knew about ghosts and we discussed things." Sam replied carefully.
"What things Sam?" Dean asked suspiciously, he knew when Sam was hiding information.
"She knows about the 1715 fleet, that we burned the figurehead and our real last name." Sam answered quickly like ripping off a Band-Aid.
"Damn it Sam! Why in the hell did you tell her all that?" Dean exclaimed angrily.
"I didn't, she's a freakin' genius and an Archaeologist by the way, she figured it out! She and Waldo had a detailed chat about the sunken 1715 fleet." Sam replied, vehemently defending himself.
"Okay." Dean relented "What exactly does she know?"
"She knows we're hunters and she's heard of Sam and Dean Winchester. It's really your fault. She's from New Orleans and I guess you made a big splash there in 2005 on a hunt." Sam explained.
Dean got a genuine smile on his face at the mention of the 2005 hunt. "That was a great hunt." He replied, then seeing Sam's expression he got serious again. "That's not bad; we can use a genius on our side. Plus she's an Archaeologist and was talking about sunken ship with Waldo. We should head up to deck twelve and see if there are any clues on whose controlling our ghost."
As the boys approached deck twelve they heard the anchor being lifted for sail away and noticed a crowd at the railing. "What's going on?" Sam asked Dean who just shrugged his shoulders and went towards the crowd to see what was going on.
There were about twelve people shouting down at something on the dock. Finally at the railing the boys saw what the commotion was. There was a man and a woman running for the ship that was quickly leaving the dock, headed back to Florida. The woman's arms were loaded with shopping bags. As the couple ran the crowd yelled 'hurry up' 'run' 'we're leaving' to encourage the couple to run faster.
As they got closer Sam recognized the woman, it was the line cutting bitch from this morning. About the time Sam recognized her others in the crowd, apparently did to, they started cheering and encouraging the ship to leave her ass behind. I guess he and Dean weren't the only people she pissed off Sam thought with glee. The woman on the dock dropped her bags and was at a full out run for the ship following right behind her husband. A huge smile graced his face as he yelled to the captain to haul ass. He looked over to see Dean's joyful face as the ship moved away from the dock and it became apparent the couple had missed the ship. Dean yelled down, "Karma's a bitch, bitch" to the woman who was now standing on the dock being yelled at by her male companion.
As the couple became nothing but a dot in the distance Sam couldn't resist a happy smile and the comment, "I guess I'm getting my pink grapefruit tomorrow." Others in the crowd were commenting on the times she had cut them off for bacon, toast, pastries etc. It turns out she never waited in line always cutting to the front and shocking people with her rudeness.
Finally, the boys got to searching for clues on deck twelve. At first they had no luck, but at the railing overlooking the pool area, they noticed a gold coin. The coin had a cross in the middle and what appeared to be animals on each of the four corners made by the cross. The outer edge had words, but time and age had worn the coin down making them impossible to read. Unlike coins today this one was not perfectly round and was roughly pressed into an oval shape. The other side had some type of crest and the date of 1713.
"Is that a gold coin?" Dean said pulling the coin from Sam's hand.
"Yup it looks like our man dropped it. Flip it over and check out the date." He replied.
Seeing the date Dean let out a low whistle.
"Since Waldo's recovering I think we should show it to Sheila." Sam said taking the coin from Dean's hand. As they headed back to the cabin they couldn't help but notice the passengers dressed in tuxedos and gowns. Arriving back at the cabin their rented tuxedos were on the bed waiting for them.
Dean whined at the sight, "Not this again. I hate wearing these things." It's always amazing to Sam how Dean could go from a lethal hunter to a whining three year old in the space of 3 seconds.
"We're trapped on a ship at sea all day tomorrow with a spirit who is pissed off at us for burning his figurehead. He's being controlled by who know who for who knows what reason. So yes you have to wear the tux so we can talk to Sheila. It's not a mystery why the ghost attacked Waldo. The man controlling it know he's helping us and that we're trying to stop the ghost. This man is holding all the cards. He's predicted our moves perfectly." Sam raved at his brother.
"How do you even know Sheila will be at dinner?" Dean countered stubbornly.
"Because she was dressed for dinner when I went to their cabin." Sam replied.
"Fine I'll wear the damn Tux." Dean said slamming this way into the bathroom and shutting the door. Sam tried real hard not to roll his eyes at his brother but couldn't stop himself. He started changing for dinner.
Sam had controlled his fluffy hair with some gel. Parting his hair on the right and tucking the sides behind his ears. He trimmed back his side burns a bit noticing they were out of control. Dean had threatened him, saying he was going to salt Sam's side burns since they looked like they were haunted by the spirit of fat 70s Elvis. They did look better a bit shorter and thinner, not that he would ever admit it to his brother. Finally Dean emerged from the bathroom clean shaven and smelling of cologne.
"Are you ready yet?" Sam asked he was in a hurry to see Sheila again even if he convinced himself it was only to find out about the gold coin.
"Yea I'm ready." Dean said slipping into his tuxedo jacket. They headed for the stairs having mostly given up on the slow ass elevators. It did look strange, the two men in full tuxedos using iron walking sticks. But the sticks added an element of elegance to their appearance.
The dining room doors were not yet opened when the boys arrived. Sam's eye immediately went to Sheila in her green gown. He made his way quickly to her side, an action that didn't go unnoticed by his smirking brother. Dean was admiring Mindy in her floor length black halter dress with beaded trim around her slim waist and the straps of the gown. The back of the dress dipped down low to reveal her toned back and shoulders.
"Hello boys." Mindy greet in a husky voice. Sheila turned and graced Sam with a dazzling smile.
"Hi, Sheila can I talk to you a minute?" Sam asked barely sparing Mindy a glace.
"Sure what can I help you with?" Sheila asked following Sam to a quiet corner. He pulled the gold coin from his pocket.
"Do you recognize this?" Sam replied handing her the coin.
She held the coin and ran her finger over the engraving. Next she viewed the coin from the side to measure it's thickness after a couple of minutes she let out a low whistle. "See that shield? That's only found on coins from 1713. The quality of this coin is amazing when you think now long it's been in the ocean. This coin is worth over ten thousand dollars. Where did you find it?" Sheila asked still holding the coin and caressing it with her fingers.
"Deck twelve where the man was watching Waldo's attack." Was Sam's somber reply.
"You think the man who dropped this is controlling the ghost?" Sheila said handing back the coin.
"Yes I do. But how would a cruise ship security guard get a ten thousand dollar gold coin?" Sam asked confused.
Sheila shrugged, "It probably washed up on the beach after a hurricane."
"What?" Sam asked shocked.
"People are always finding gold and silver coins on the beach. The storms wash the coins to the beach and a simple metal detector can find them. This one just happens to be a rare and well preserved one." Sheila explained.
"But in order for the security guard to use this coin to control the ghost of Echeverez it would have to contain his genetic material." Sam explained as the crowd clear since the dining room doors had been opened for a while.
"It's possible this coin was a part of Don Antonio's private slash. The captain generally skimmed off the top a part of the treasure. They kept this portion in their cabins it could have his genetic material." Sheila explained.
"Thank you Sheila, you're been really helpful." Sam said smiling.
"Just be careful, he's a security guard so he can watch you and you still don't know who he is." Sheila said with concern in her voice.
"But we have the cursed object, so he can't set the ghost on us." Sam said sounding relieved.
Sheila looked doubtful, but didn't say anything more as she and Sam walked back over to Mindy and Dean who were engrossed in their own conversation. Dean had a serious expression on his face and Mindy appeared to be reassuring him, but he wasn't buying it. Mindy caressed his arm one final time before they parted and he and Sam headed in the opposite direction for dinner.
Their table looked sparse with only Sandy and June there. Sandy shot a concerned look at Dean. "I heard Waldo was attacked and is in the medical bay. Did you save this life?" Sandy asked him directly.
"I just did some CPR and Mindy helped me." Dean explained quickly. "How did you hear about it?"
"Trudy came by to explain why they wouldn't be at dinner. Waldo's still recovering in the deck two medical bay. They want to monitor his breathing. A lot of water got into his lungs and that could have serious side effects. Trudy wanted to thank you, but you weren't here." Sandy explained.
Dean nodded then started staring intently at his menu feeling guilty. Trudy shouldn't be thanking him. It's his fault Waldo was attacked. If they weren't hunting the ghost and asking Waldo's advice he wouldn't have been a target. Sam seeing his mood changed the topic and kept the ladies engaged. Dinner was a sedate affair. Dean wasn't his usual upbeat self and just picked at his chicken breast which was a strange order considering there was top sirloin on the menu tonight. In fact, Sam became very worried when he skipped ordering dessert. Dean was clearly on edge and punishing himself for Waldo's attack.
Even their server Nelda noticed, she bought him out an apple pie a la mode despite the fact he hadn't ordered it. Dean looked at the dessert with surprise. "I didn't order this. In fact this wasn't even on the menu tonight." Dean said clearly confused.
Nelda smiled and explained, "The chef is trying out a new recipe and was wondering if you could give us an opinion." The smell of cinnamon and baked apples perked him up. "It smells great." He remarked with a small smile.
The only noises heard from Dean after that was chewing and moaning in delight as he dug into the light flakey pastry. Sam mouthed thank you to Nelda who nodded and smiled back.
"We're going down to the medical bay to visit Waldo. Do you guys want to come with us?" June asked, being a doctor she was curious about the facilities on board ship in addition to her concern for Waldo.
Sam knew it was important for Dean to see that Waldo was going to be okay. He needed Dean's head in the game and that wouldn't happen until he stopped blaming himself. "We'd like that." Sam replied before Dean could decline.
Dean hung back as they entered the sick bay where Waldo was lying in a hospital bed. Trudy jumped up from her chair and gave Dean a big hug, which he silently endured with his arms hanging limp at his sides. "Thank you so much for bringing my Waldo back to me." She said with tears in her eyes.
Not having a clue how to reply he simply said, "You're welcome." It was hard to accept her thanks considering it was his fault Waldo had been hurt in the first place.
Sam took the pressure off Dean by asking Waldo, "So how're you feeling?"
"I feel good, my chest is a bit sore. But I don't know why they insist in making me stay down here." Waldo said a bit annoyed. Again Dean looked guilty; his chest compression caused part of Waldo's soreness.
June addressed Waldo's concerns, "A pulmonary edema is very serious. If there is water in your lungs it can lead to pneumonia if not carefully monitored." She explained stunning Waldo into silence much Trudy's relief.
After a short visit, Sandy and June agreed to keep Trudy company as she went up to the buffet for dinner. The boys stayed with Waldo while she was gone.
Dean looked at Waldo and said, "I'm so sorry man. I really thought we got that ghost."
"It's not your fault. I was looking up at deck twelve right before my swan dive into the pool, there was a security guard and he waved at me. Then I swear he had something in his hand and it looked like he was chanting." Waldo explained. Next thing I know I'm flying through the air."
Sam pulled the coin from his pocket, "was this the thing he was holding?" Sam said as he handed Waldo the coin. "Sheila told me this coin was part of the 1715 fleet."
Waldo smiled in true joy as he studied the rare coin. "I can't be sure it was this he was holding. But wow this is authentic; I've seen a lot of fakes, the 1713 is rare. See this shield? It's only on the 1713s. Look at the condition of this coin its near perfect."
Dean couldn't help but smile at Waldo's total geek out about the coin. It's exactly how Sam was about whatever weirdo rare fact he had encountered. "So Sammy, are you thinking the security guard dropped that on accident and it's how he's controlling the ghost?"
"I think so." Sam said taking the coin back from a reluctant Waldo.
"We should burn it just to be sure." Dean said to which Waldo turned horrified eyes in his direction.
"Do you have any idea how much that coin is worth?" he asked.
"Sheila said about ten thousand dollars." Sam replied. At which point Dean almost swallowed his tongue. He quickly grabbed the coin out of Sam's hand and stared intently at it.
"Depends, in an auction I have heard of these things going for as high as fifteen thousand dollars. But that's only if a bidding war ensues." Waldo explained.
"Okay, no way we're burning it." Dean said "If we have it, the guard can't control the ghost. We still win. I say we hang on to this bad boy and then auction it off after the cruise. Baby can use new rims." He said grinning at Sam.
"What if the guard takes it from us and hurts more people?" Sam asked logically.
"We can put it someplace safe where he won't find it. Waldo, do you remember what the security guard looked like?" Dean asked.
"He was tall like Sam, expect he had olive skin tone, his face was heart shaped and his nose was very prominent. It was quite long and a bit wide, his hair was dark brown and curly. I couldn't see his eyes. Sorry." Waldo said.
"No, that's great, not too many sasquatches out there like my kid brother." Sam found he could barely toss Dean a bitch face because he was so glad guilt ridden Dean was gone. They talked some more, it turns out Waldo was really interesting company. He even admitted to wearing the striped shirts on purpose to mess with people. This made Dean crack up. Soon enough Trudy came back without June and Sandy who went to the nighttime show. The boys headed back to the cabin and hid the coin inside the Speedo swimsuit/boy shorts figuring the guard wouldn't want to touch those trunks.
They searched the ship but weren't able to track a tall big nosed guard anywhere. Finally they called it a night; they would have all day tomorrow to search for the guard.
The guard watched the boys through the camera and smiled as Sam showed the gold coin to Sheila. Delighted his plan had worked so well. That should distract them long enough to put his final plan into place.
Thank you everyone for reading, following, reviewing and/or making this story one of your favorites. Yeah the new season of Supernatural has started:) We are nearing the end of this story only one more full cruise day left for the boys. Sadly I have never cruised in an owner's suite. Thanks to YouTube I was able to describe this type of cabin. It's super fancy and does have a bidet. lol