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      Dean and Bela pull into the museum parking lot in the Impala. "Are you chewing gum?" Bela asks. "Try to behave as if you've lived this life before, yeah?"

      Inside, Gert spots Sam. "This'll get their tongues wagging, hey my Adonis." She says.

      "Just remember, we're on business." Sam says.

      "Ohhhh, but sometimes business can be pleasure, hmm?" Gert says.

      "Right." Sam says. "You know, could you excuse me for a moment? Thanks."

      Sam walks over to Bela and Dean. "Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?" He asks them.

      "As long as it takes." Bela says. "Or until you're girlfriend gets here from being fashionably late."

      "Look, there's security all over this place, alright. This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so..." Dean says.

      "We can crash anything, Dean." Sam points out.

      "Yeah, I know, 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 asks.

      "Ohhh, he's playing hard to get, that's cute. Come on." Dean says. "I want all the details in the morning!"

      Gert comes over with champagne and hands one to Bela. "Thank you." Bela says.

      "To us." Says Gert.

      After they drink, some guys open the door and Elena steps in. She's wearing and poofy Black and Tan dress. She pulls up the gloves on her hands.

      A lot of people look at her like a Cinderella movie. Dean chokes on his drink when he sees her and Bela watches him warily. Sam looks at his girlfriend and wears the biggest smile.

      "Kind of dramatic for the occasion, don't you think?" Bela asks.

      Elena walks up to the gang. "Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find anything to wear so I found this at an old boutique." She says.

      "You look...beautiful." Sam says.

      Elena does a curtsy. "Thank you. Would you like to dance?" She asks Sam.

      "I would love to." Sam offers his arm and she takes it.

      Dean finishes his drink. "I'm gonna need a couple more of these." He says as he grabs another champagne.

      "Careful." Bela says. "You'll over intoxicate."

      "Who cares?" Dean says as he downs another drink. He watches Sam and Elena dance, squinting.

      Bela smiles as she watches him. "You know, you're not very good at concealing your emotions." She says to Dean.

      "What are you talking about?" Dean asks.

      "That you like her." Bela motions to Elena who is happily dancing with a smiling Sam.

      "What?" Dean shakes his head and let's out a 'pfft' noise. "No."

      Bela's eyes grow wide. "Oh my god. You're in love with her." She says.

      "No I'm not." Dean says.

      "You're a terrible liar." Bela says. "I don't understand why you haven't said anything yet."

      "Because she's with my brother."

      "It's like you said," Bela says. "Who cares?"

      "Well, I actually have a heart, unlike you." Dean says.

      "Yeah, a heart that beats for someone you can't have." Bela says and laughs.

      Dean sighs. "Can we please talk about something else?" He asks.

      Bela looks around and notices a few people standing by with their arms crossed over their fronts. "Private security?" She asks.

      "I don't think so, look at the way they're standing, they're pros. Probably state troopers in mood lighting." Dean says.

      "Posted at every door, too." Says Bela.

      "Yeah, I don't think we're just going to be able to waltz upstairs." Dean says.

      "What do you suggest?"

      "I'm thinking." Dean says.

      "Don't strain yourself." She says.Interesting how the legend is so much more than the man."

      Dean looks annoyed. "You got any bright ideas, I'm all ears." He says.

      "Okay." Bela groans and falls to the floor. Dean kneels down next to her.

      "Honey, honey, are you alright? Waiter, my wife has a severe shellfish allergy. There's no crab in that?" Dean asks.

      "No, sir."

      Dean takes a cake and eats it. Elena and Sam stop dancing. "They're excellent, by the way." Dean says.

      "What seems to be the trouble?" The Waiter says.

      "Ahhh, champagne, my wife, she's a lightweight when it comes to the sauce." Dean says. "Is there somewhere I can lay her down till she gets her sea legs back?"

      "Follow me."

      "Right. Thank you. Come on, you lush." Dean groans as he lifts Bela up. "You think she's a pain in the ass now, try living with her. Thank you very much."

      Dean and Bela make it to the room. "Maybe next time give me a little heads up with your plan?" He says.

      "I didn't want you thinking, you're not very good at that." Bela says and Dean sighs. "Oh, look at you searching for a witty rejoinder."

      "Screw you." Dean says.

      "Very Oscar Wilde. Room 235, it's in a locked glass case wired for alarm, I'm sure that won't be a problem."

      Dean mimics. "I'm sure that won't be a problem."

      Downstairs, Gert is standing close to Sam while Elena eats some finger foods. She doesn't seem fazed by it. "Where's Alex and your friend? They're missing a great party." Gert says.

      "Umm, ah, I'm sure they're entertaining themselves." Sam says.

      "Oooh, naughty." Gert says. "Then I guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves as well." She moves her hands up and down Sam's chest. Elena watches warily.

      "Woah..." Sam starts and Gert giggles. "you know, Mrs. Case." Gert ooo's. "I'm sorry, Ms. Case...I don't wanna give you the wrong idea. I have a girlfriend."

      "Call me Gert."

      Sam makes an awkward noise. "Okay." He says.

      "You remind me of my late husband... he was shy too, till we got below deck." Offscreen, Gert grabs at Sam's butt.

      "Whoa!" Elena says and walks over.

      "Mmmm, you're just firm all over, ooh, mmm."

       Dean is upstairs retrieving the hand of glory. We see Bela moving around in a different room; knocks on door. "Sir? Ma'am? Everything alright?" The Guard asks.

      Bela answers the door clutching at her dress. "Hi." She says.

      "Feeling better, I see."

      "Yes, much, thank you." Bela says.

      "So, if you're done with the room..." The Guard starts.

      "Well...not exactly, could we have a few more minutes?"

      "Uhhh, yes ma'am." He says.

      Bela closes the door and giggles as Dean appears. "Oh sorry, ssss'uh...nature called." Dean says

      "Uh huh." The Guard says.

      "Thanks for looking after my wife." Dean says.

      "Oh, she's being looked after alright."

      "Any trouble?" Dean asks as he walks in.

      "Nothing I couldn't handle. The hand, may I?" Bela asks.

      "No."

      "It might be more inconspicuous in my purse." Bella points out.

      "Nice try." Says Dean.

      "Just trying to be helpful."

      "Well, sweetheart, I don't need your kind of help." He says.

      Downstairs, Sam is now dancing with Gert and Elena has moved back to talk to some people. "Man, this is one long song." Sam says.

      Gert breathes deeply. "I hope it never ends. How's the investigation going?" She asks.

      "These things take time." Sam says.

      "People are talking about the Warren brothers' deaths. Strange. Do you think it's connected to Shelia's?"

      "Yeah, yeah, we think so." Sam says.

      "I think they had it coming, you know. In a biblical sort of way."

      "What do you mean?" Sam asks.

      "You know about their father?" Gert asks.

      "No?"

      "Come here, I'll whisper it to you." Gert sass and leans into Sam's ear.
He convulses. "People say that the old man didn't die of natural causes."

      "Then how?" Sam asks.

      "Rumor is the boys did it. Nothing was ever proven, but people still whisper."

      "Okay, okay. So... did Shelia have any connection to them?" Sam asks.

      "None that I know of." Gert says.

      "Did Shelia have any kind of tragedy in her life?"

      "Yes, as a matter of fact there was a...car accident when she was a teenager." Says Gert.

      "What happened?" Sam asks.

      "Her car flipped over, she was okay but her cousin Brian was killed. Why, is that important?"

      Bela and Dean appear. "Well, having a nice time?" Bela asks.

      "He's delightful...he wants me!" Gert yells, pretty drunk.

      Bela turns to Sam and Dean. "I'm going to get Gert into a cold shower. See you at the cemetery."

      Dean turns to Sam. "You stink like sex."

      Sam and Dean sit in the Impala. "You got it right? Tell me I didn't get groped all night by Mrs. Havisham for nothing." Sam says.

      "I got it...Mrs. Who?" Dean says.

      "Never mind, just let me see it." Sam says as Dean checks his pocket. "What?"

      Dean takes a ship in a bottle out of his jacket pocket. "I'm gonna kill her." In Bela's car, the ghost ship approaches.

      "Oh, no."

      The house Sam, Elena and Dean are squatting in is lit by candles. "You know what, you're right. I'm not gonna kill her. I think slow torture is the way to go." Dean says.

      "Dean, look, you gotta relax." Elena says. They are all now in their normal clothes, Elena's hair still curled.

      "Relax, oh yeah, yeah, I'll relax." Dean grunts. "I can't believe she got another one over on us."

      "You." Sam says.

      "What?" Dean asks.

      "I...I mean she got one over on you, not us." Sam says.

      "Thank you, Sam. Very helpful." Dean says.

      There's anxious knocking at the door. "Hello, could you open up?" Bella says and Dean opens the door. "Just let me explain... I sold it, I've had a buyer lined up since I knew it existed."

      "So the whole reason for us going to the Charity Ball was...?" Sam asks.

      "I needed a cover. You were convenient." Bella says.

      "Look, you sold it to a buyer, just go buy it back." Elena says.

      "It's halfway across the ocean. I can't get it back in time." Bella 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."

      "You what? Wow, you know, I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower-" Dean says.

      Bela looks confused. "What are you talking about?" She asks.

      "We figured out the spirit's motive." Sam shows Bela a photograph. "This is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy."

      "So?" Bela asks.

      "So they were brothers. Very Cain and Abel. So now our spirit, he's going after a very specific kind of target – people who've spilled their own family's blood." Sam says. "See first there was Shelia who killed her cousin in a car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their father for the inheritance, and now you."

      "My God." Bela says.

      "So who was it, Bela? Hmmm? Who'd you kill? Was it daddy? Little sis, maybe?" Dean asks.

      "It's none of your business."

      "No, you're right. Well, have a nice life – you know, whatever's left of it. Sam, Elena, let's go." Dean says.

      "You can't just leave me here." Bela says.

      "Watch us."

      "Please. I need your help."

      "Our help? Now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?" Dean asks.

      "Okay, that was a bit harsh, I admit it, but it doesn't warrant a death sentence." Bela says.

      "That's not why you're gonna die. What did you do, Bela?" Elena asks.

      "You wouldn't understand, no one did. Never mind, I'll just do what I've always done, I'll deal with it myself."

      "You do realise you just sold the one thing that could save your life." Dean says.

      "I'm aware."

      "But, maybe not the only thing." Sam says.

      Later in the graveyard, Sam is setting up a kind of sacrificial circle. "Do you really think this is going to work?" Bela asks.

      "Almost definitely not." Dean says as an angry storm starts. "Sammy, you better start reading."

      "Aziel, Castiel, Lamisniel, Rabam..." Sam reads in assorted Latin.

      "Stay close!" Dean yells.

      As Sam continues reading, the ghost of the man appears behind Dean. "Behind you!" Elena yells as Dean groans. A gunshot is fired as Dean is thrown through the air.

      Bela begins coughing up water, Dean comes to her aid. "Sammy, read faster!" Dean yells as Bela begins to weep.

      The Sailor stands alone until is brother suddenly appears. "You...hanged me." The sailor says.

      "I'm sorry." Says his brother.

      "Your own brother."

      "I'm so sorry." The two ghosts charge at one another.

      Sam, Elena and Dean are packing, getting ready to leave their squatted residency. The door opens and Bela walks in. "You guys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in." She says.

      "Anyone just did. Have you come to say goodbye or thank you?" Sam asks.

      "I've come to settle affairs. Giving the spirit what he really wanted, his own brother-very clever, Sam." Bela says. "So here. It's ten thousand-that should cover it. I don't like being in anyone's debt."

      "So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You are so damaged." Dean says.

      "Takes on to know one. Goodbye lads."

      "She's got style, you gotta give her that." Sam says as she leaves.

     "I suppose." Dean says.

      "You know, Dean, we don't know where this money's been." Sam says.

      "No, but I know where it's going... A-HA HA."

      Later on in the Impala, Sam is looking at a map, Dean is driving and Elena sleeps in the back. "Seriously, Atlantic City?" Sam asks.

      "Hell yeah, play some roulette. Always bet on black." Dean says. "Hey listen, I've been doing some thinking. Um, I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon."

      Dean says and Sam sighs. "And if the situation was reversed I guess I'd done the same thing. I mean I'm not blind, I see what you're going through with this whole deal, me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay."

      "You think so." Sam says.

      "Yeah, you'll keep hunting, y'know, you live your life. You're stronger than me, you are," Dean continues as Sam clears his throat. "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.

      "What?"

      "I don't want an apology from you-and by the way, I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself." Sam says.

      "Oh, well, excuse me." Says Dean.

      "So will you please quit worrying about me? I mean that's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean, I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying!" Sam yells and Dean says nothing. "So, what, that's it? Nothing else to say for you?"

      "I think maybe I'll play craps." Dean says and Sam sighs.