HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty one.

The next day...

Sierra, Sam and Dean were sat in the house they were squatting in. Sam was reading a book in hopes of searching for anything that linked with the case whilst Dean headed to the front door due to someone knocking. Sierra and Sam warily looked at each other and then the door, wondering who it could be.

Dean opened the door, Bela appeared on the other side and slowly wandered in with a gasp, "Dear... God. Are you actually squatting?" Sam let out a bored sigh, rolling his eyes at the same time as Sierra, which Bela noticed as she placed her stuff on the table. "Charming. So how'd things go last night with Peter?"

No one said a word, Bela smirked again and looked at Dean behind her, "That well, huh?"

"If you say 'I told you so', I swear to God I'll start swinging."

"Look, I think the four of us should have a heart-to-heart."

Dean nearly scoffed, walking around the table and sitting next to Sierra, "That's assuming that you have a heart."

"And if I don't rip it out first." Sierra grumbled, her arms folded as she leaned back in her chair.

"Please... I'm sorry about what I said before, okay? I come bearing gifts." Bela smirked, raising a brow.

Sam tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the standing woman, "Such as?"

Bela began to unzip a portfolio file, "I've ID'd the ship." The woman took out some documents and photos, laying them out on the table. One particular photo was a giant pirate ship, which she slid over to Sam, "It's the Espírito Santo, a merchant sailing vessel, quite a colorful history. In 1859 a sailor was accused of treason. He was tried aboard ship in a kangaroo court and hanged. He was 37."

Sam looked up from the photo after inspecting it, "Which would explain the 37 year cycle."

"Aren't you a sharp tack?" Bela dryly joked, starting to flip through another file of documents, "There's a photo of him somewhere... ah, here."

Sierra glanced at the discoloured photo, recognising one of the men, "That's the guy who was in the car with Peter."

Bela widened her eyes a bit, looking at Sierra, "You saw him?"

Dean nodded as he inspected the photo too, "Yeah, that's him, except he was missing a hand." Sierra hummed a bit under her breath, she hadn't noticed the man missed his hand.

"His right hand?" Bela guessed, Sam looked confused at how the woman knew that. "The sailor's body was cremated, but not before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory."

"A hand of glory?" Dean asked, a smile growing on his face, "I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week." He let out a chuckle, but from the looks of other people's faces, he soon dropped it and went silent.

"Dean, the right hand of a hanged man is a serious occult object. It's very powerful." Sam seriously said with a disapproving glance.

Bela shrugged, taking the photos back and placing them into her portfolio, "So they say."

"And officially counts as remains." Dean also pointed out.

Sam still looked confused, not everything made sense just yet, "But still, none of this explains why the ghost is choosing these victims."

"I'll tell you why." Bela began, catching the attention of the two Winchesters, who were eager to know. Sierra rolled her eyes, already knowing the sarcastic intentions of the woman, "Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing."

"I don't get it. Why are you telling us all of this?" Dean asked, shaking his head at the fact Bela was being so helpful rather than annoying.

The other woman smirked yet again, "Because I know exactly where the hand is."