HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty.

Season 3. Episode 6.

Red Sky at Morning.

Dean, Sam and Sierra walked along the docks, the water was crowded with pristine, moderately sized boats with various people surrounding them. They had just finished questioning an old woman, Gert, about the recent death on the docks, linking the case to an old 'ghost' boat - strange? Very.

Dean chuckled, mostly to himself, "What a crazy old broad."

Sam furrowed his brows as the three of them walked, all in suits, "Why? Because she believes in ghosts?"

Sierra wolf-whistled whilst Dean laughed, "Look at you, sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound."

"Does Samson have a crush?" Sierra also mused, earning a false glare from Sam.

"Bite me, Sari."

"Don't tempt her, she actually might." Dean replied, playfully nudging her.

"No, no, no. That's Gert's job." Sierra shook her head with a smirk, Sam frowned in disgust.

Dean nodded in amusement, "So, who's this Alex? We got another player in town?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't change our job." Sam shrugged.

"And what looked like a ghost ship, right?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah. It's not the first one sighted around here, either."

"Really?" Sierra asked, looking up at him.

"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."

Dean hummed, "So, whatever's happening is just getting started."

"Is there a story behind it?" Sierra asked, finding the whole thing odd, "I mean, a ghost ship?"

"Well, there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world." Sam briefly pointed out, "The S.S. Violet, the Griffin, the Flying Dutchman - almost all of them are death omens."

"So, what happens?" Dean quipped, "You see the ship and then a few hours later, you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?"

"Basically."

"How lovely." Sierra sarcastically added.

"What's the next step?" Dean questioned.

"I gotta I.D. the boat." Sam answered, then looked down at Sierra, "We, gotta I.D. the boat." He corrected, causing her to groan as she hated researching - it made her regret continuing to hunt with these two.

"That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three-mast clipper ships have wrecked off the coast?" Dean pointed out, but Sam's face said otherwise.

"I checked that too, actually. Over one hundred and fifty."

Sierra shot her head up at him, "You're fucking joking." Sam pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head whilst she growled under her breath.

Dean rubbed her shoulder with fake pity as they walked up some steps, "There there, puppy. It'll be okay, you want some belly rubs?"

"I will bite your hand off, Winchester." She glared.

"Sierra, don't make me blush-" Dean began to muse, until he realised that the parking space they approached was empty. He stopped in his tracks, looking around, confused. "This is where we parked the car, right?"