Against Time (3rd book in Winchester Girl)

It's Basically Cain and Able

Mary's POV
I was sitting in the car and my brothers, Ricky, and Kara got in the car and the case was about a ghost pirate ship and some girl named Alex the lady thought we worked with. "What so the Flying Dutchman needed a vacation?" I asked. "I guess Mae." Ricky said high fiving me. We were now on the docks talking. "What a crazy old broad." Dean said to Sam. "Why? Because she believes in ghosts?" Sam asked. "Look at you, sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound." Ricky said I looked at Kara confused. "The old lady likes Sam." Kara said I nodded. "Bite me." Sam said. "Hey, not if she bites you first. So, who's this Alex? We got another player in town?" I said. "Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't change our job." Kara said. "And what looked like a ghost ship, right?" Dean asked. "Yeah. It's not the first one sighted around here, either." Sam said. "Really?" Ricky asked. "Yeah. Every 37 years, like clockwork, reports of a vanishing three-mast clipper ship out in the bay. And every 37 years, a rash of weirdo, dry-land drownings." Sam said. "So, whatever's happening is just getting started." I said. "Yeah." Sam said. "What's the lore?" Kara asked. "Well, there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world. The S.S. Violet, the Griffin, the Flying Dutchman – almost all of them are death omens." Sam said. "I told you it was the Flying Dutchman." I said. "I thought that was made up from Spongebob Squarepants." Ricky said. "So, what happens? You see the ship and then a few hours later, you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?" Dean asked ignoring Ricky and I being weirdos. "Basically." Sam said. "What's the next step?" I asked. "I gotta I.D. the boat." Sam said. "That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three-mast clipper ships have wrecked off the coast?" Ricky asked. "You'd be shocked. Over one hundred and fifty." I said looking at the paper. "Wow." Kara said. "Yeah." I said. We walked back to the where the car was and didn't see the impala. "This is where we parked the car, right?" Dean asked. "I thought so." Sam said. "Where's my car?" Dean asked again. "Did you feed the meter?" I asked. "Yes, I fed the meter. Mae, where's my car? Somebody stole my CAR!" Dean yelled in panic. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down." Kara said to Dean. "I am calmed down! Somebody stole my car." Dean said and started hyperventilating and basically having a full blown panic attack. "Whoa. Dean. Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy." Sam and I said trying to calm Dean down. "The '67 Impala? Was that yours?" A lady asked walking up. "Bela." Sam said. "Wait that's the Bela bitch?" I asked. "Yeah." Kara said. "I'm sorry. I had that car towed." Bela said. "You what?!" Dean asked mad, there are three things that put you on Dean's kill list.
1. You hurt Kara, Sam, or I
2. You mess with the impala
3. You mess with his pie
So she did number two. "Well, it was in a tow-away zone." Bela said. "No, it wasn't!" I yelled. "It was when I finished with it." Bela said smirking. "What the hell are you even doing here?" Kara asked. "A little yachting." Bela said. "You're Alex. You're working with that old lady." Sam said. "Gert's a dear old friend." Bela said. "Yeah, right. What's your angle?" Ricky asked her. "There's no angle. There's a lot of lovely old women like Gert up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform séances so they can commune with their dead cats." Bela said. "And let me guess, it's all a con, none of it's real." Kara said. "The comfort I provide them is very real." Bela said. "How do you sleep at night?" Ricky and I asked. "On silk sheets, rolling naked in money. Really, Mary and Ricky. I'd expect the attitude from him, but you?" Bela said nodding towards Dean and I gave her my bitchface. "You shot me!" Sam yelled. "I barely grazed you. Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?" Bela asked us. "You do know what's going on around here. This ghost-ship thing, it is real." Kara said. "I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved, by the way." Bela said. "It isn't." Dean said. "She didn't know that. Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding some real answers. Look... just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble. I'd get to that car if I were you... before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao." Bela said leaving. "Can I shoot her?" I asked. "Not in public." Sam and Dean said resisting to shoot her as well. We got the car back and we were now interviewing a guy who's brother died. We went up to him sadly Bela was there. "Ma'am, I think this man's been through quite enough. You should go." Ricky said. "But I just have a few more questions." Bela said. "No, you don't." I said firmly. "Thank you for your time." Bela said glaring daggers at us. "Sorry you had to deal with that. They're like ROACHES." Dean said his voice rising at the end so Bela heard. "Mr. Warren, we heard you say your brother saw a ship." Sam said. "Yeah, that's right." Mr. Warren said. "Did he tell you what it looked like?" Kara asked. "It was, uh... like the old Yankee clippers. A smuggling vessel. The rakish topsail, a barkentine rigging. Angel figurehead on the bow." Mr. Warren said. "That's a lot of detail for a ship your brother saw." Ricky said. "My brother and I were night diving. I saw the ship, too." Mr. Warren said. My brothers, friends, and I all shared a scared look. "All right. Well, we'll be in touch." I said. "Thank you." Sam said and we left. We were now loading guns in the trunk and Bela came up to us I'll have to ask Hades and Persephone about her and is killing her is allowed. "I see you got your car back." Bela said. "You really want to come near me when I got a loaded gun in my hands?" Dean asked. "Now, now. Mind your blood pressure. Why are you even still here? You have enough to I.D. the boat." Bela said. "That guy back there saw the ship." Ricky and I said in unison. "Yeah? And?" Bela asked. "And, he's going to die, so we have to save him." Sam said. "How sweet." Bela said. "You think this is funny?" Kara asked. "He's cannon fodder. He can't be saved in time, and you know it." Bela said. "Yeah, well, see, we have souls, so... we're gonna try." Ricky said. "Yeah, well, I'm actually going to find the ship and put an end to this. But you have fun." Bela said leaving. "Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this, huh? What, did Daddy not give you enough hugs or something?" I asked. "I don't know. Your daddy give you enough? Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're not better than I am." Bela said angerly at me. "We help people." Dean said. "Come on. You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer. 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 asked. "Bela, why don't you just leave? We've got work to do." Kara said. "Yeah. You're 0 for 2. Bang-up job so far." Bela said. I'm gonna murder that bitch. We were now outside of Mr. Warren's house Sam was doing research while Ricky and I were eating candy to keep us awake. "Anything good?" Kara asked taking a jolly rancher out of the candy bag Ricky and I were eating from. "No, not really. I mean, both brothers are Duke University grads. No criminal record. I mean, a few speeding tickets. They inherited their father's real estate fortune six years ago." Sam said. "How much?" Dean asked. "$112 million." Sam replied, holy shit that's a lot of money. "Nice life." Ricky whistled. "Yeah. I mean, nice, clean, aboveboard. So why did they see the ship? Why Sheila, too? What do they all have in common?" Sam said. "Maybe nothing." Kara said. "No. There's always something." I said. I saw Mr. Warren get out of his house seeing us. "Hey, you!" He yelled. "I think we've been made." Dean said and we got out of the car. "What are you guys doing?! You watching me?" Mr. Warren asked. "Sir, calm down. Please." Ricky said. "You guys aren't cops! Not dressed like that. Not – not in that crappy car, plus you have a 5 year old girl." Mr. Warren said, I'm seriously 12 years old. "Whoa, hey. No need to get nasty." Dean said. "We are cops, okay? We're undercover. We're here because we think you're in danger." Sam said. "From who?!" Me. Warren asked. "If you just settle down, we'll talk about it." I said. "Look, you guys just stay away from me!" Mr. Warren yelled getting in his own car and driving away well teleportation don't fail me now. I closed my eyes and were in Mr. Warren's car while he was driving. I probably gave him a heart attack I saw the ghost he looked like a pirate he pinned me in the backseat and I got my gun and shot him with rock salt making him vanish Mr. Warren looked at me in shock. "You saved me." He said. "Yeah." I said smiling at him. "Thank you." He said. "No problem." I said. My brothers, Kara, and Ricky ran to us and saw we were okay. "Well Mae you just saved a guys ass." Ricky said. I nodded and they helped me out of the car. "Well little said Mr. Warren the ghost is after you." Sam said. "Yeah." He said. "You will be under our care." Dean said. We were now in the house we were now in Mr. Warren's house he's letting us stay here since I saved his life he showed us rooms after we told him our names. and I was shocked at how nice the guest room was.