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Summary

Drownings on dry land are linked to visions of a ghost ship, putting Sam and Dean on a collision course with Bela, who is also investigating the phenomenon.

Recap

A girl is jogging along the dock at night, and she stops to get a drink of water from a water fountain. When she looks up, she sees the shape of a large ship, coming along through the water. Lightning flashes, and each time the ship seems to disappear in between flashes. Suddenly, it’s gone. The girl turns and runs back the other way.

Later, she is taking a shower. Behind her, there is a shape outside the shower. It puts its hand on the glass, and water runs down from its hand. She turns, but there isn’t anything there. She opens the door and looks out, but still nothing. She goes back in and continues showering, when suddenly an arm grabs her from behind and she begins to choke. A few seconds later she is dead.

“So I’ve been waiting since Maple Springs,” Dean says, while driving. “You got something to tell me?” Sam acts confused, saying it isn’t his birthday, and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. “There’s a bullet missing from the colt,” Dean says. “You wanna tell me how that happened?” When Sam doesn’t say anything, Dean goes on “I know it wasn’t me, so unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans…” “Dean…” Sam begins, and Dean cuts in “You went after it, didn’t you? The Crossroads Demon, after I told you not to!” “Yeah, well,” Sam says. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Dean yells. “I didn’t,” Sam replies. “And you shot her?” Dean asks. “She was a smart ass!” Sam answers. “So what, I’m out of my deal?” Dean asks. “Don’t you think I might’ve mentioned that little fact, Dean?” Sam says. “No. Someone else holds the contract.” “Who?” “She wouldn’t say.” “Well we should find out who,” Dean says. “Of course, our best lead would be the Crossroads Demon. Oh… wait a minute.” “That’s not funny,” Sam begins. “No it’s not!” Dean replies. “It was a stupid friggin risk, you shouldn’t have done it.” “I shouldn’t have done it? You’re my brother Dean, and no matter what you do I’m gonna try and save you,” Sam says angrily. “And I’m sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, alright?” They drive on in silence.

“But I don’t understand, I already went over all this with the other detectives,” an older woman is saying, as she holds a picture of the girl who died. “Yeah well you see, we’re from the sheriff’s department, not the police department. Different… departments,” Dean explains. “So, Mrs. Case,” begins Sam. “Please, Ms. Case,” she says, smiling at Sam, then looking him up and down. “Okay. Ms. Case. You were the one who found your niece, correct?” Sam asks. “I came home, she was in the shower,” Ms. Case says. “Drowned?” Dean asks. “Well that’s what the coroner says,” she says, looking doubtful. “But you tell me, how can someone drown in a shower?” Sam asks her how she would describe Sheila’s behaviour in the days before her death. “I mean, did she seem frightened? Maybe she said something out of the ordinary, or…” “Wait a minute,” says the aunt suddenly. “You’re working with Alex, aren’t you?” The boys look at each other before Dean says, “Yup. That’s… us and Alex, we’re like this.” He holds up crossed fingers. “Why didn’t you say so?” says Ms. Case. “Alex has been such a comfort. But I’m sorry, I thought the case was solved.” Sam says no, not yet, and asks her again about her niece. “Well yes. Sheila mentioned something quite strange before she died,” Ms. Case replies. “She said she saw a boat.” “A boat?” Dean says. “Yes, a boat. One minute it was there, then it was gone. Disappeared right before her eyes. You think it could be a… ghost ship?” she asks. The boys exchange looks again. “Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship,” she goes on. “Well, uh, it could be,” Sam admits. “Well, you let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you,” she says, then reaches up and strokes Sam’s hand. “Anything at all.” Sam looks uncomfortable.

“What a crazy old broad,” Dean says as the boys stroll along the dock. “Why, because she believes in ghosts?” Sam asks. Dean laughs and says he’s sticking up for his girlfriend and Sam replies, “Bite me.” “Not if she bites you first,” Dean jokes. “So who’s this Alex? Think we got a player in town?” “Maybe, maybe not,” Sam replies. “That doesn’t change our job.” Sam then says that it isn’t the first ghost ship that has been sighted around there. He says that every 37 years there are reports of a three-mast vanishing clipper ship out in the bay, and every 37 years there are a huge rash of weirdo, dryland drownings. “So whatever’s happening is just getting started,” Dean asks. “Yeah,” Sam says. “So what’s the lore?” Dean asks. “Well there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world,” Sam says. He mentions a bunch of different types of ghost ships. “So what happens, you see the ship, then a few hours later you pucker up and kiss your ass good bye?” Dean asks. “So what next?” “We gotta ID the boat,” Sam says. “Shouldn’t be too hard. How many three-mast clipper ships are rigged off the coast?” Dean asks. “I checked that too, actually,” Sam says with a smile. “Over 150.” “Wow!” Dean says. “Yeah,” Sam nods. “Crap,” Dean replies. The boys head back up to the parking lot. “This is where we parked the car, right?” Dean asks, walking out into an empty parking spot. “I thought so,” Sam replies. “Where’s my car?” Dean asks. “Did you feed the meter?” Sam asks. “Yes I fed the meter,” Dean says, starting to get frantic now. “Sam, where’s my car? Somebody stole my car!” he yells. “Hey hey hey, calm down,” Sam begins. “I am calmed down! Somebody stole my…” He suddenly leans over, starting to hyperventilate. “Hey, hey, take it easy,” Sam says, rushing over and helping him up. “A 67 Impala? Was that yours?” the boys look up to see Bela walking towards them. “Bela,” Sam says in an irritated tone. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I had that car towed.” “You what?” Dean gapes. “Well it was in a tow away zone,” she answers. “No it wasn’t!” Dean argues. “Well it was when I was finished with it,” she says. “What the hell are you even doing here?” Dean asks. “A little yachting…” she says. “You’re Alex,” Sam says suddenly. “You’re working with that old lady.” “Gert’s a dear old friend,” she replies. Dean asks her what her angle is, and she says there is no angle, she performs seances for lots of the older people around there, and sells them charms. “And let me guess, it’s all fake, none of it’s real,” Dean says. “The comfort I provide them is very real,” she replies, and starts to walk away. “How do you sleep at night?” Sam asks irritably. “On silk sheets, rolling naked in money,” she says. “Really, Sam. I’d expect the attitude from him, but you?” “You shot me,” Sam says. “I barely grazed you,” Bela says. “Cute. Little bit of a drama queen, yeah?” “You do know what’s going on around here,” Dean says. “This ghost ship thing, it’s real.” “I’m aware,” she replies. “Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn’t solved, by the way.” “It isn’t,” Dean says. “She didn’t know that,” Bela says irritably. “Now the old bag’s stopped payment and she’s demanding some real answers. Look. Just stay out of my way before you cause anymore trouble. And I’d get to that car if I were you, before they find that arsenal in the trunk.” She walks away. “Can I shoot her?” Dean asks. “Not in public,” Sam says.

A man is brushing his teeth at the sink, when he suddenly hears something walk past him. He hears water running, and sees that the tub behind him is full of water. He goes over and turns off the taps, then tries the plug. The water goes nowhere. He looks into the water, and suddenly a hand comes out and grabs his neck. His face starts to turn grey.

“The police said that he drowned, but I don’t understand how…” a man is saying into a recorder. “I am so sorry about your brother Mr. Warren,” Bela says, speaking with no accent. “Now if you could just tell me one more time about the ship your brother saw…” “Ma’am,” interrupts Dean, walking up with Sam and flashing his badge, “I think this man’s been through quite enough. You should go.” “But I just have a few more questions,” she says pleasantly. “No you don’t,” Sam says firmly. “Thank you for your time,” she says to Mr. Warren, then walks away. “Sorry you had to deal with that, they’re like roaches,” Dean says loudly, making Bela give him a dirty look over her shoulder. “So, we heard you say your brother saw a ship,” Sam says. They ask him what it looked like, and he replies it looked like the old Yankee Clippers, a smuggling vessel. He goes on to describe the figurehead and everything, and when Sam says that seems like a lot of detail for a ship his brother saw, he replies that he and his brother were nightdiving, and he saw the ship too. The boys then notice Bela talking to a couple of cops, and they quickly leave, telling the man they’ll be in touch.

As the boys are loading their guns back at the car, Bela walks up behind them. “I see you got your car back,” she says. Dean asks her if she really wants to come near him when he has a loaded gun in his hands, and she tells him to watch his blood pressure. “Why are you even still here? You have enough to ID the boat,” she goes on. “That guy back there saw the ship,” Sam replies, closing the trunk. “And?” she asks. “And he’s going to die. So we have to save him,” Sam finishes. “How sweet,” she says, smiling. She says he can’t be saved in time, and they know it. “Yeah well, we have souls, so we’re going to try,” Dean says, and the boys go to get in the car. “Well I’m actually going to find the ship, and put an end to this,” Bela says, making them turn back. “But you have fun.” Dean walks up to her. “Hey Bela, how’d you get like this, huh? Did your Daddy not give you enough hugs or something?” “I dunno. Your daddy give you enough?” she replies. “Don’t you dare look down your nose at me. You’re no better than I am.” “We help people,” Dean says. “Come on. You do this out of vengeance, and obsession. You’re a stone’s throw from being a serial killer,” she says. Dean looks back at Sam. “Whereas I, on the other hand, I get paid to do a job, and I do it. So you tell me. Which is healthier?” “Bela, why don’t you just leave?” Sam asks. “We’ve got work to do.” “Yeah. You’re 0 for 2. Bang up job so far,” she says, and leaves.

The boys are sitting in the Impala outside Peter Warren’s house, watching. “Anything good?” Dean asks Sam, who is on their laptop. “No, not really,” Sam replies. “Both brothers are University grads, no criminal record. Couple of speeding tickets…” Sam says they inherited their father’s money a few years back, 112 million. “Nice life,” Dean says, whistling. Sam says that Sheila was fine too, so what did they have in common? “Maybe nothing,” Dean says, but Sam replies that they always do. “Hey, you!” yells Warren from the backyard. The boys get out of the car as Warren asks, “You guys following me?” “Sir, please calm down,” Sam says. “You guys aren’t cops. Not dressed like that, not in that crappy car,” Peter goes on. “Whoa, hey, no need to get nasty,” Dean says, and Sam tells him they are cops, undercover cops. “We’re here because we think you’re in danger,” he goes on. “From who?” he asks. “Look, if you just settle down, we’ll talk about it,” Sam says, but Warren tells them to just stay away, and he goes and gets in his car. He tries to drive away, but it suddenly stalls. “That can’t be good,” Dean says. Peter, in the car, suddenly sees a man appear next to him in the car. He puts his hand on Peter’s face. The boys run up to the car and smash the windows, shooting the ghost with rock salt, but Peter is already choking on water, which is pouring out of his mouth. By the time they get in, he’s dead.

Dean turns off the radio and says, “You wanna say it, or should I?” “What?” Sam asks. “You can’t save everybody, Sam,” Dean replies. “Yeah, so what, you feel better now?” Sam asks. “No, not really,” Dean says. “Me neither,” Sam says. Dean starts to reply, but Sam cuts him off. “Just lately I feel like I can’t save anybody.”

Dean and Sam are reading when they hear a knock on the door. They immediately reach for guns, and Dean goes to the door and sees that it’s Bela. “Dear God,” she says. “Are you actually squatting? Charming. So. How did things go last night with Peter? That well huh?” she says when she sees their faces. “I think the three of us should have a heart to heart,” she says. “That’s assuming you have a heart,” Dean says, sitting down beside Sam. “Dean. Please,” she says nicely. “I’m sorry about what I said before, okay? I come bearing gifts.” She shows them all the information she has gathered on the ship, including the fact that a sailor was accused of treason in 1859 and hanged on the ship. He was 37. “So that would explain the 37 year cycle,” Sam says. “Aren’t you a sharp tack,” Bela says. She shows them a picture of the sailor, and they recognize him as the ghost who went after Peter. “Except he was missing a hand,” Dean says. “His right hand,” she says. “How did you know?” Sam asks. “The sailor’s body was cremated, but not before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory,” she replies. Sam explains that a hand of glory is a serious occult object, it’s very powerful. “And officially remains,” Dean says. “But still, none of this explains why the ghost is choosing it’s victims,” Sam wonders. “I’ll tell you why,” Bela says. “Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing.” Dean asks why she’s telling them all this, and she replies because she knows exactly where the hand is. “Where?” Dean asks. “At the Sea Pines Museum,” she replies. “I need help.” “What kind of help?” Sam asks.

“What is taking you so long?” Bela calls, she is standing at the bottom of some stairs, all dressed up. “Sam’s already half way there. With his date.” “I’m so not okay with this,” comes Dean’s voice from upstairs. “What are you, a woman? Come down already,” she orders. As Dean comes down the stairs she can’t help but stare. “Alright, get it out, I look ridiculous,” Dean says. He is looking dashing in a tuxedo. “Not exactly the word I would use,” she says. “What?” Dean asks. “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex,” she says. Dean stares at her, then crosses his arms. “Don’t objectify me. Let’s go.”

As Dean and Bela walk inside, she asks him if he’s chewing gum. “Try to behave as if you’re lived this life before, yeah?” she says, and he casually sticks his gum on the edge of a fountain. Sam and Ms. Case are together, Sam reminds her that they are only on business, and she replies that sometimes business can be pleasure. He asks her to excuse him for a minute, and goes over to Dean and Bela. “Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?” he asks. “As long as it takes,” Bela says. Dean says to him that there’s security everywhere, and it would be an uncrashable party without invitations. “We can crash anything, Dean,” Sam replies. “Yeah but this is easier, and it’s a lot more entertaining,” Dean says. “You know there are limits to what I’ll do, right?” Sam says. “Oh, he’s playing hard to get. That’s cute,” Dean smiles. “I wanna know the details in the morning.” He walks away with Bela. Just then, Ms. Case comes up with two glasses of champagne. “To us,” she says. Sam takes his and drinks it all at once.

Bela and Dean are talking about the security, she notes that they’re posted at every door, they won’t be able to just waltz upstairs. “What do you suggest?” she asks. “I’m thinking,” he says. “Don’t strain yourself,” she says. When Dean looks at her in surprise, she says “Interesting how the legend is so much more than the man.” “You got any bright ideas, I’m all ears,” says Dean stiffly. “Okay,” she says, and promptly pretends to faint. Dean just catches her. He asks a nearby waiter if there’s any shellfish in the food, as his wife has a severe allergy. When the waiter replies no, Dean quickly grabs one for himself. “They’re excellent, by the way,” he says with a smile. A security guard comes over and asks him what the trouble is, and Dean replies that his wife is a lightweight when it comes to champagne, and asks if there’s a place he can lay her down until she feels better. The guard tells Dean to follow him.

Upstairs, Dean dumps Bela rather unceremoniously on the couch, and goes with the guard to the door. “You think she’s a pain in the ass now, try living with her,” he says, closing the door. “Maybe next time give me a little heads up with your plan,” he says angrily after the guard is gone, and Bela has sat up. “I didn’t want you thinking,” she replies. “You’re not very good at that.” Dean says nothing. Dean starts to leave the room and she says, “Room 235. It’s in a locked glass case wired for alarm. I’m sure that won’t be a problem?” Dean mocks her as he leaves the room.

Sam is dancing with Ms. Case. She asks where Alex and her new friend are, and Sam replies that he’s sure they’re entertaining themselves. “Oooh, naughty,” she says. “Well I guess we’ll just have to entertain ourselves as well.” She grabs Sam’s butt, giggling. “Whoa, um, Mrs. Case – Ms. Case – you know, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea…” “Call me Gert,” she says. “You remind me of my late husband. He was shy too.” She grabs Sam’s butt with her other hand as well. “Mmmm, you’re just firm all over.”

Dean is carefully disarming the alarm system, while meanwhile Bela is looking around the room. She looks at a glass bottle, just as the guard knocks on the door, asking if everything is alright. She goes to the door, holding her dress to herself. When the guard asks if they’re done with the room, she smiles and says, “Not exactly. Could we have a few more minutes?” “Yes ma’am,” the guard says. As he turns away, he hears her giggle, “Stop it! That tickles.” Walking away, he bumps into Dean, just coming up the stairs. “Oh, sorry. Nature called,” Dean says. “Thanks for looking after my wife.” “Oh, she’s being looked after alright,” the guard replies, walking away. Dean goes back to the room and goes inside, asking her if there was any trouble. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she says. “Did you get it?” Dean takes out the hand, and when she asks, “May I?” he says no and wraps it in a handkerchief. “It might be more inconspicuous in my purse,” she says. “Nice try,” Dean says. “Just trying to be helpful,” she replies. “Well sweetheart, I don’t need your kind of help,” Dean says.

“Wow, this is one long song,” Sam says. “I hope it never ends,” says Ms. Case, obviously a little drunk. “How’s the investigation going?” she asks. “These things take time,” Sam replies. “You know, people are talking about the Warren brothers deaths. Strange. Do you think it’s connected to Sheila’s?” she asks. “Yeah, we think so,” Sam says. “I think they had it coming, in a Biblical sort of way,” she says. “What do you mean?” Sam wonders. “You know about their father,” she says. “No,” Sam replies. “Come here, I’ll whisper it,” she says. “They say he didn’t die of natural causes.” “Then how?” Sam asks. “Rumour has it,” she says, rubbing her face on the side of Sam’s, “The boys did it to him. Nothing was ever proved, but people still whisper.” “Okay, okay, um,” says Sam, “did Sheila have any connection to them?” “None that I know of,” she says. Sam then asks if Sheila had any tragedy in her life, and Ms. Case tells him about how she was in a car accident when she was younger, and her cousin was killed. Just then Bela and Dean come back, and Bela asks if they’re having a nice time. “It’s delightful,” Ms. Case says, going over to Bela and kissing her on the cheek. “He wants me,” she says quietly. “I’m going to get Gert into a cold shower,” Bela says, leading her away. “See you at the cemetery.”

Sam asks if Dean got it, but when Dean goes to get it out of his pocket, he finds that Bela has somehow switched it, with the glass bottle she was looking at it in the room. “I’m gonna kill her,” he says.

Bela takes some money out of her purse and looks at it happily, but then suddenly she looks up to see the ship, coming along through the water. “Oh no,” she says.

“You know what, you’re right,” Dean is saying, “I’m not gonna kill her. I think slow torture’s the way to go.” “Dean, look, you gotta relax,” Sam says. “Relax? Oh yeah I’ll relax. I can’t believe she got another one over on us!” he says angrily. “You,” Sam says. “What?” Dean turns around in shock. “I mean she got another one over on you, not us,” Sam says. Dean stares at him for a moment before saying, “Thank you, Sam! Very helpful.” Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. “Hello? Could you open up?” It’s Bela’s voice. The boys open the door. “Just let me explain,” she says.

“I sold it,” she tells them. “I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed.” Dean makes a motion of shooting her in the head behind her back. “So the whole reason for us going to the charity ball was…” Sam asks. “I needed a cover. You were convenient,” she replies. “So you sold it to a buyer, just go buy it back,” Sam suggests. “It’s halfway across the ocean. I can’t get it back in time,” she says. “In time for what?” Dean asks. “What’s going on with you, Bela? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sam says. “I saw the ship,” she replies. “You what?” says Dean. He says that he always knew she was an immoral bitch, but just when he thought his opinion of her couldn’t get any lower… “What are you talking about?” she asks. “We figured out the spirit’s motive,” Sam replies. He takes out a picture. “This is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy.” “So?” she asks. Sam tells her that they were brothers, and the spirit only goes after people who spill their own family’s blood. Like Sheila, who killed her cousin in a car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their father. “And now you,” Sam goes on. “So who was it, Bela? Who did you kill? Was it Daddy? Little sis?” Dean asks. “None of your business,” Bela says. “No. Right. Well, have a nice life. You know, whatever’s left of it,” Dean walks away. “Sam, let’s go.” “You can’t just leave me here,” she says desperately. “Watch us,” Dean replies. “Please? I need your help,” Bela says. “Our help? Now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?” Dean asks. “Okay that was a bit harsh, I’ll admit it, but it doesn’t warrant a death sentence,” she says quickly. “That’s not why you’re gonna die,” says Sam. “What did you do, Bela?” “You wouldn’t understand. No one did,” she says. “Nevermind,” she says finally when they just look at her. “I’ll just do what I’ve always done, I’ll deal with it myself.” She starts to leave. “You do realize you just sold the only thing that could save your life,” Dean says. “I’m aware,” she says. “Well,” says Sam. “Maybe not the only thing.”

Sam is setting up candles, on top of a grave. “Do you really think this is going to work?” Bela asks. “Almost definitely not,” Dean replies just as a wind starts to blow, and it begins to rain. “Sammy! Better start reading,” Dean says. Sam begins to read in Latin, and the candles blow out. Sam continues. Suddenly, Bela sees the sailor standing behind Dean. “Behind you!” she screams, but not fast enough, the sailor throws Dean against a grave, then puts his hand on Bela’s face. Sam is still reading, but she begins to cough water anyway. Dean picks himself up and runs over. “Sammy, read faster!” he yells. Suddenly the sailor turns around, to see his brother standing behind him. “You hanged me,” he says. “I’m sorry,” his brother says. “Your own brother,” the sailor goes on. “I’m so sorry,” his brother says again, but the sailor runs at him, and as they meet they both explode into water.

The boys are packing, as Bela walks in. “You boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in,” she says. “Anyone just did,” Sam replies. “Come to say good bye, or say thank you?” “I’ve come to settle affairs,” she says, reaching into her purse. “Giving the spirit what he wanted, his brother. Very clever, Sam. So here.” She throws each of them a wad of money. “That’s ten thousand. That should cover it. I don’t like being in anyone’s debt.” Dean asks her if giving them ten grand is easier than a simple thank you, and she doesn’t answer. “You’re so damaged,” Dean says. “Takes one to know one,” she replies. “Good bye, lads.” She leaves. “She’s got style. You’ve gotta give her that,” Sam says. “I suppose,” says Dean. “You know Dean, we don’t know where this money’s been,” Sam begins. “No, but I know where’s it goin! Haha!” Dean replies.

On the road “Seriously? Atlantic City?” Sam says. “Hell yeah. Play some Roulette? Always bet on black?” Dean replies. “Hey, you know I’ve been doing some thinking, and I want you to know I understand why you did it. Why you went after the Crossroads Demon. If the situation was reversed, I guess I’d have done the same thing. I mean I’m not blind. I know what you’re going through, with this whole deal. Me going away, and all that. But you’re gonna be okay.” Sam snorts. “You think so.” “Yeah, you’ll keep hunting. Live your life. You’re stronger than me. You are,” Dean replies. “You are, you’ll get over it. But I want you to know I’m sorry, I’m sorry for putting you through all this, I am.” “You know what Dean, go screw yourself,” Sam says suddenly. “What?” Dean looks shocked. “I don’t want an apology from you,” Sam snaps. “And by the way, I’m a big boy now, I can take care of myself.” “Oh well excuse me,” says Dean. “So would you please quit worrying about me? I mean, that’s the whole problem in the first place, Dean! I don’t want you to worry about me, I want you to worry about you!” Sam yells. “I want you to give a crap that you’re dying!” Dean is silent. “So that’s it? Nothing else to say for you?” Sam says angrily. “I think maybe I’ll play craps,” Dean says. They drive on in silence, Sam shaking his head.

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Quotes

Dean: "Can I shoot her?"
Sam: "Not in public."


Bela: "You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Dean: (after thinking very long) "Don’t objectify me."


Sam: "How do you sleep at night?"
Bela: "On silk sheets, rolling naked in money."

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