Sam glanced round at the different groups of people huddled together outside the prison, all talking in muted whispers and looking shocked. The woman who'd witnessed the 'accident' was sitting on a rock, wiping her eyes with a tissue now and then and nodding at something the woman comforting her had just said. The guide was a few feet away, talking on his cell phone, and it was him Sam watched for a few moments with a frown before turning his attention back to Dean.

"He's calling the cops."

Dean looked at him and shrugged.

"Of course he is. Can't exactly drag the corpse back to the dock and pretend it didn't happen." he said.

Sam glared at him, not in the mood for Dean's so called humour.

"That means they're going to be here, Dean. Asking questions. Of all of us."

Dean finally caught the anxious tone in Sam's voice and, realising what the problem was, clapped him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Look, we just give the alias we're using at the hotel, say we didn't see anything and it'll be fine. It's not like we haven't got an alibi, Sam. We were way on the other side of the place and that women saw it happen. She can vouch for the fact no one else was involved."

Sam wasn't convinced.

"I still don't like it. What if one of them has seen your face on the wanted list? What if they decide to search a little more thoroughly into everyone's background? This is the last thing we need."

Dean sighed. Sometimes Sam really did think too much.

"Yeah, you're right, all that could happen. Or there could be another earthquake and we all get swallowed up when San Francisco disappears into a big ass hole. Could you be a little more paranoid about all this?" he said with a slightly exasperated look on his face.

"I'm not being paranoid, I just don't want to take the chance of you ending up in jail. This is supposed to be a vacation." said Sam despondently and Dean grimaced.

It really was unfair that they hadn't even been able to make it 24 hours without something going wrong.

"I appreciate the thought but, dude, you gotta relax. You seem this jumpy when they're talking to us they really will think we're up to something." he said, trying to sound reassuring.

Sam didn't look happy but he did attempt to lower his shoulders a little, leaning back on the wall they were next to and trying to look like just another slightly traumatised tourist.

Dean of course looked utterly unconcerned by the whole thing, leaning on the wall in his customary slouch. Sam wondered how he did it. Whatever happened Dean rarely seemed to get rattled.

Trying - not for the first time in his life - to emulate his big brother a little, Sam took a couple of deep breaths and sent up a quick prayer that for once their infamous luck would take five minutes off.

It didn't take long before a boat pulled up and half a dozen cops came ashore. The guide met them and spent a few minutes explaining the situation then as two of them, accompanied by a forensics team, made their way towards the prison the rest of them headed towards the various groups of tourists.

Despite his attempts at calm Sam felt himself tense as one approached them and Dean put his hand on his shoulder, partly in reassurance and partly as a warning not to do anything stupid.

As the cop reached them Dean put on his most charming smile.

"Hey. How's it going." he said casually and the cop gave a brief, polite smile.

"We need to take some information from you, if that's ok." he said, already getting his notebook and pen out.

Dean knew the question was rhetorical but nodded anyway.

"Sure, no problem. It's a real shame what happened, everyone was having such a nice day." he said calmly.

The cop glanced up and nodded, not really paying that much attention. He did look at Sam for a moment and Dean, aware that his brother had yet to say anything, subtly elbowed him.

Sam glared at him before clearing his throat, trying to match Dean's casual tone of voice.

"Uh, yeah, it was a real shock. Poor guy."

Dean rolled his eyes but fortunately the cop was more interested in getting the whole thing over with than paying attention to Sam's apparent nervousness.

Ten minutes later he had everything he needed and with a final assurance that they'd be at the hotel till the end of the week, just in case they needed to follow up on anything, he left to talk to one of the other tourists.

"Nice work on the whole relaxed thing there, Sammy." said Dean and Sam gritted his teeth.

"Shut up. Let's just keep our heads down, ok, and get back to the hotel without attracting anymore attention."

"Hey, you were the one looked like something crawled up your ass while you were talking to the guy. But you're right, we do need to get back to the hotel – it looks like we've got work to do after all." he said, his voice dropping the teasing tone.

Sam bit back what he was going to say, knowing there was no point. Judging by the woman's description of what had happened the other tourist definitely hadn't died by accident and - vacation or not - there was no way Dean was going to ignore a job.

All Sam could do was try and make sure they came out of this one unscathed for a change.

The trip back across the water was subdued, no one really paying attention to the views anymore. Dean had already slipped into what Sam thought of as 'hunter mode', appearing relaxed on the outside but in reality already thinking about what could have killed the other tourist.

As often as Sam saw it he still found it kind of fascinating. It was something both Dean and John did, something that came almost naturally. Sam had never had it, for all the skill he'd picked up from both of them over the years.

He wondered which of them was better off when you thought about it.

They hung back to let the others get off first when the boat came to a stop, listening as the guide apologised for the aborted trip and told them that if they went to the office they'd all be given a full refund.

"I'll see to that. You wait here." said Sam, already heading towards the office with the others.

"Yeah, cos walking five feet would be far too much of a strain." Dean muttered under his breath.

If Sam didn't knock this off it was going to be one hell of a hunt.

As he waited Dean wondered what they were dealing with this time. He was hoping it was a straightforward haunting, which given the history of the place wasn't exactly impossible.

On the other hand he knew only too well that there was no such thing as a 'straightforward' job.

Still, there was always a chance their luck might be in for a change and if it was then they could deal with the spirit and get back to their vacation.

As he watched Sam walk back towards him, Dean sighed. Yeah right - there was about as much chance of that happening as there was of them winning the lottery.

"I got the money back." said Sam as he reached him and Dean managed a half hearted smile.

"Great. Not a total loss then." he said.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck.

"Look I know it's not exactly what we had in mind but could be this is just a regular haunting. I could most likely manage it by myself."

Sam was impressed he was actually able to count as far as three in his head before Dean exploded.

"Are you kidding me? Did you knock your head in there? Cos no way you just suggested to me you go hunting this thing by yourself unless there's some kind of brain damage involved."

"I just don't think this is going to need both of us, especially when you're still supposed to be taking it easy."

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"You done or do you want to waste a little more time having this conversation? There is no way you are doing this on your own, Sam. End of story. Now why don't you go back to the hotel and start on the research and I'll talk to the guy from the boat."

Sam frowned.

"Why don't you go back to the hotel and I'll talk to the guy?" he said, seeing as there was clearly no further point in trying to dissaude Dean from hunting.

"Because you're geek-boy, researcher extraordinare, and I'm the one who's good at being charming and getting information out of people." said Dean with a grin.

Sam shook his head.

"Yeah, right. In your world maybe. Seriously, I think you should go back to the hotel, Dean."

"Uh-huh, and I think you should get a move on instead of standing here arguing with me. I'll see you in a little while." he said, walking off before Sam had a chance to reply.

Muttering under his breath Sam watched until Dean made it into the office before finally turning and heading for the hotel. He was giving him one hour. Then he was coming looking whether Dean liked it or not.