Hunt on the High Seas
Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to some guy named Kripke and the CW. It hardly seems fair, but you know what they say…
Thanks go out to TraSan for the beta work and gently pushing me to write more.
Their time spent in the Big Easy would stay with them for awhile. It would take time to recover from their injuries. Time heals all things, or at least allows them to scab over.
Funny but their injuries weren't directly linked to the last hunt. They were linked however to the time spent in a bar on Bourbon Street. Taking a little time to rest and replenish their working capital they stopped at Napoleon's Itch for dinner. The meal was excellent, Jambalaya, with dirty rice and ice cold beer was just what the Winchester's needed.
Now with their hunger and thirst slaked they went off in pursuit of the opportunity to increase their bankroll. Walking through the bar Dean felt like all eyes followed his progress. Stepping up to bar he signaled the bartender and ordered two beers.
Reaching for his wallet Dean pulled out a ten and laid it on the bar. The bartender returned with their drinks and said, "Is this your first time here?" With an affirmative nod Dean turned to scan the bar. "No charge, the first one is always free here. Just be sure to stay and enjoy the show, it will be starting in about forty-five minutes."
"Well that's one way to get people in the door. Thanks. What's to keep someone from saying they've never been here before?" Dean asked as he took a long pull on his beer.
"Names and faces," the bartender said as he tapped his temple. "I've been cursed with a memory for both. So what do we call you?"
"I'm Dean and this," he said clapping Sam's shoulder, "is Sam. Great place you have here, so when do the babes so up."
"The place will be swimming with ladies once the show starts," the bartender said as he went to fill an order for the young waiter who had just stepped up to the wait station.
"Damn, Dean that waiter looks awfully young to be working the bar area," Sam said as he cast his glance in the direction of the teenaged looking waiter.
"Sam, you really shouldn't be checking out the guys in the bar," Dean said as he turned to scope the rest of the bar. "I'm going to see about a game or two before the show starts."
Moving towards the pool tables at the back of the bar, Dean laid a quarter on the edge, reserving his spot in the next game. From the look of it, it wouldn't be long before he could play. Sizing up the competition Dean figured his chances were pretty good to win, he'd just have to slow play this guy to make any real money in the next few games.
The first few games produced some good players. In fact Dean felt his talents were tested by all takers. As one game would finish another player would step forward to try their luck. Now up a hundred bucks Dean said, "This will have to be my last game, I don't want to miss any of the show. I've heard they've got some beauties coming out in a few minutes. Maybe we can hook up after the show."
"Sure, come on back if you don't find what you're looking for in the show," the player named Andy said as Dean sunk the eight ball for the win.
Turning from the pool table Dean spotted Sam still at the bar. Making his way through the ever increasing crowd Dean took a place at the bar next to Sam. Signaling the bartender he ordered two more beers when the show started.
The lights went down, the volume increased as Elton John's 'Your Song' blared through the sound system and the stage filled with about 20 gorgeous women.
a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live'
Leaning close to Dean's ear Sam yelled, "Dean, I think we should go!"
"What?!" Dean yelled back, "the show just started and would you look at the rack on that chick!" Dean said as he ogled the tall blonde that sashayed past.
"Dean, we need to leave!" Sam stood and pulled Dean bodily off his stool.
Shaking loose of Sam wasn't easy but when he finally got away Dean turned and ran smack dab into the lovely blonde. "Excuse me, miss. Can I buy you a drink?"
"That would be fabulous. First I'll have to finish this set, and then I can join you. Does your friend want to join us?" The blonde asked in a voice that reminded Dean of smooth whiskey.
"Sam can take care of himself." Dean said dismissively.
"I'll be back, sugar. Save a dance for me," the blonde said as she ran a manicured finger down the side of Dean's face and touched his lips, then turned to glide back through the crowd towards the stage.
Turning, Dean grabbed Sam by the front of his jacket, "Dude, did you get a look at her, she's HOT. You may need to get your own room tonight."
"Dean, I don't think that's a good idea. You just met her and we really need to put some miles between us and our last salt and burn."
"Come on, Sam live a little. All work and no play, makes you a dull boy. We're in the Big Easy, we're on Bourbon street and we're in a bar crawling with gorgeous women," Dean said as he ogled yet another beautiful woman.
"Dean, I really think we should go, NOW!" Sam shouted over the opening strains of 'I Will Survive'.
"Really, Sammy if you want to go, go! You can get our rooms and I'll meet you later." Spotting the blonde headed his way Dean put on his trade mark smile that reached all the way to his eyes. "Hey, beautiful, are you here for that dance?"
"I sure am big boy," she said with a dazzling smile of her own. Linking her arm through Deans she guided him to the packed dance floor.
Sam starred in disbelief as Dean swung the blonde into his arms and held her tight. A mischievous grin took over his face as he watched for the moment when Dean realized his mistake.
With the blonde snuggled close and hands traveling with wild abandon on both their parts Dean suddenly became all too aware of the blond assets...where assets did not belong.
Shoving back from the blonde Dean shouted, "Sonofabitch, dude, you're a dude," just as the music stopped.
"We all are honey, this is Napoleon's Itch, where all the queens come to scratch. My name is Micah and you are?" Micah said extending his hand.
"Uh, leaving. Sorry I've got to go," turning from Micah he all but ran back to the bar where he had left Sam.
From his vantage point, Sam knew the instant Dean became aware of his companions secret. The look of utter shock on Dean's face had Sam laughing so hard his sides were beginning to ache.
Dean was not amused when he reached his brother. "You knew and you didn't stop me," Dean said as he punched Sam hard in the shoulder.
"Dean, you're wrong I told you repeatedly that we had to go. But no, you had your eye on a gorgeous blonde, your words Dean, not mine. You just couldn't hear me over your raging hormones," Sam said as he continued to laugh.
"Sam, we're leaving now. Get off you ass and in the car or you're getting left here to fend for yourself. Damn I need a shower," he said as he shouldered his way towards the nearest exist.
"Hot or cold?" Sam asked as he rushed after his older brother.
"Just shut up, Sam I don't want to hear it."
Just then Andy, from the pool table came up and grabbed hold of Dean. "Dude, that ain't no way to treat a lady."
"That ain't on lady! The bitch was a dude," Dean shouted back.
"Nobody talks about Micah that way!" Andy shouted. Shoving Dean hard in the chest Andy followed as Dean stumbled back trying not to fall.
Sam, stepping up to Dean's side saw the crowd gathering around. "Dean, just walk away," Sam said out the side of his mouth.
"Shut up Sam! So, you think you can take me down, Andy go ahead and try." Dean's eyes flashed with anger as he moved into a defensive stance.
Andy stepped forward, hands curled into fists, circling to his right he threw a sharp left jab catching Dean square on the chin, snapping his head back.
Shaking his head to clear it Dean rushed forward to tackle Andy. Grappling with him to gain the upper hand Dean lifted Andy and tossed him to the ground.
Andy stayed on the ground and as Dean moved towards the door, someone grabbed him by the arm.
Dean turned, swinging and clipped Micah just below the eye. Who would have thought
the blond bombshell would join the fray. Kicking and swinging Micah kept coming at Dean. Landing blows as frequently as 'she' received them.
Sam grabbed Micah from behind as 'she' continued kicking, her arms pinned to her sides 'she' increased the tempo. Sam's shins took the brunt of the damage as he pulled Micah away from Dean.
Andy, rising from the ground charged Dean, toppled him then landed on his chest as Dean fell to the floor. Pummeling Dean's face with his fists Andy took full advantage while Dean tried to draw a full breath into his lungs.
Bucking to dislodge his assailant Dean struggled to wrap his ankles around Andy's neck to cut off his air supply. Managing to lock his ankles around Andy's neck Dean put all his strength into pulling Andy over backwards.
Andy, struggling to maintain his position atop Dean reached to the side holster on his belt for his pig sticker. Just as he cleared the holster Dean pulled him over backwards.
Rocking back with his hands above his head Dean pushed off the floor to spring to his feet. Kicking with his right foot Dean landed a roundhouse squarely on the left side of Andy's head.
As he staggered back Andy grabbed the knife by the blade and threw it with great accuracy.
Seeing the knife leaving Andy's hand Sam dropped Micah and lunged towards Dean. Grabbing his brother Sam hauled Dean towards the door. Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw too late the beer bottle hurtling towards his head. Stunned by the bottle Sam lost his grip on Dean, as blood oozed from the cut below Sam's eye.
Rowdy, the bartender, waded into the middle of the combatants, grabbing Sam and Dean he shoved then towards the door saying, "I think its best that you two stay out of here! There are plenty of bars on Bourbon Street your kind are welcome."
Getting out of the car Sam grabbed the laptop and headed towards the motel room. Searching blindly for the light switch Sam flipped it and was almost sorry he had found it when he got a look at the room.
The first thing that struck Sam was the color, blood red, the walls were covered in blood red flocked wallpaper that was popular in the late '60's early'70's. Red shag carpet covered the floor, what manner of filth could hide in the depths of the three inch shag. The bed was covered in red velour with gold tassels along the lower edge. Above the bed the ceiling was covered with mirrors. The tassel theme was carried throughout the room, the wall mirror, the lampshades, and the frigging end tables all edged in gold tassels.
"Dean, I'm not sure I can sleep in here," Sam said, "it's like a freaking bordello."
"Dude, are you telling me YOU'VE been inside a bordello? Color me impressed, I didn't think you had it in you," Dean said as he dropped onto the bed nearest the door.
"No, Dean I haven't been inside a bordello, but this is how I would picture it," Sam said with his discomfort written plainly on his face.
"Oh, Sammy you've disappointed me," Dean said with downcast eyes and a shake of his head. "I thought maybe, just maybe…"
"Sorry to disappoint you, Dean. Don't tell me you've…," Sam paused as the color rose in his cheeks. "No, Dean please don't tell me, I REALLY don't want to know."
"Yeah, right," Dean guffawed, "Like I would ever have to pay for sex. You've seen me in action before, right? Dean Winchester DOES NOT pay for sex!"
"Yeah, I saw tonight as a matter of fact," Sam said with a laugh as pulled the medical kit out of the duffel bag.
After irrigating the wound Sam painstaking stitched Dean's shoulder. The wound was deep, the blade had cut into the deltoid muscle. It would be sore for awhile and they would have to watch for signs of infection. Once the task was complete and Dean had taken something for the pain Sam began to chuckle.
"Man, you had your hands all over that guy. Looked like you where going in for the kill. Then all the sudden you turned white, then green. Dude, I thought for a minute there that you were going to haul off and hit him."
"Sam, shut up!" Dean eyes took on a cold hard stare that would stop most men twice his size.
Sam heedless of the danger continued, "The look that flashed across your face was priceless," laughter erupted as he put the medical kit away. Sam rested his hands on his knees as he struggled to gain his composure.
"Keep laughing funny guy," Dean said as he lay back on the bed.
"Okay, but really you should have seen it from where I was sitting. So, Dean did you get her number?" laughter burst as he opened the bathroom door disappeared inside.
"Shut up, Sammy! Hey, you got any quarters?" Dean shouted through the closed bathroom door.
"Magic fingers, you got any quarters?" Feeding the machine Dean rolled onto his back, folded his left arm under his head and chuckled as the magic fingers tickled his spine.
When Dean woke up Sam was asleep hunched over the laptop. His bed had not been slept in and he didn't look comfortable at all. Grabbing clean boxers and jeans Dean headed for the shower.
Twenty minutes in a hot shower had all the kinks loosened. Dean emerged feeling remarkably relaxed, the pain in his shoulder was there but all in all life was good in his world.
Sam startled awake when Dean sat on the edge of the bed to lace his boots. "Well Sam, looks like you worked all night long. Did you find anything we might be interested in?"
"Not much, I might have found something, but it's not conclusive," Sam said as he rolled his shoulders and stretched.
"Are you ready for some breakfast? I'm hungry and I need a giant cup of java." Dean said as he stood up and headed for the door.
"Dean, wait a minute. I need a shower and clean clothes. Did you leave any hot water?" Sam jumped up grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom, "Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready."
While waiting for Sam Dean found a couple quarters he had missed last night, dropping them in to the magic fingers he laid back to enjoy the vibration. As he relaxed into the magic fingers the enjoyment was interrupted by the ring of his cell phone.
"Hello," Dean answered shortly.
"Hi, my name is Joe Walker, I know your dad from the corps. I called his cell and got your number. I need some help, I run a sailing ship out of Panama and recently we've had some unexplained accidents. We've lost three passengers and a crew member."
"What makes you think we can help?" Dean asked skeptically.
"Your dad and I talked about what was going on about nine months back, at that time it was just two passengers. John said he was making plans to come down and check it out. He never showed up, he didn't call…nothing. Its like he dropped off the face of the earth."
Sam emerged from the bathroom dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on he mouthed, "Who is it?"
Covering the mic on the phone, Dean mouthed back, 'corps buddy.' "Yeah, it was something like that. Dad died eight months ago," Dean said, the wounded look in his eyes wasn't missed by his younger brother.
"My condolences, John was a good man and spoke proudly of you boys. Maybe this is the wrong time to be asking for your help."
"No, it's okay. Things like this shouldn't wait. Where did you say you sailed from?"
"Panama, we cruise the Caribbean with ports of call, in Portobello, Achu Tupu, Coco Banderos, Nalunega and Tuborgana. There's great scuba diving, pirate lore, beautiful sunsets, partially clothed women, great local food and Jamaican rum."
"Well, Joe you sound like a great travel agent, but we don't have a way to get to Panama. It would take too long to drive and we're not too excited about flying." In the background Joe heard, "Speak for yourself Dean, I love to fly."
"Look I really need your help. The old U.S. of A. is threatening to shut me down, they don't like losing taxpayers," Joe said with a humorless laugh. "All I've got is my ship and I can't afford to loose any business while the US decides whether or not I'm 'offing' passengers!"
"Look, Joe I don't think it will come to that. We'll need to look into the disappearances, do some research. It's going to take some time," Dean said.
"Where are you?" Joe said in a rush of words. "I'll come with the Mandalay to get you. I just need you to get to a deep water port along the gulf."
"We can be in New Orleans in a few days. When can you be there?" Dean asked cautiously.
"It's going to take me about four days, all depends on the winds. I'll take you on as crew, that way you can bring the tools of your trade and you'll have access to the whole ship. Do you know anything about sailing?"
"Never tried it but how hard can it really be?" Dean said with his trademark cockiness. "Sounds like a plan, so we'll meet you in New Orleans in four days. What about passports? I assume we'll need them."
"Yeah, you'll need passports. I know this is short notice so if you don't have the actual passport a print out of the paperwork and receipt will suffice."
"Okay, Joe call when you get to New Orleans and we'll meet you," flipping the phone closed Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "You coming?"
"Dean, are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Sam asked as he studied the menu.
"Sure, it looks like our next job has been dumped in our laps. One of dads Marine Corp buddies is having some trouble in the Caribbean. I think I'll have chicken fried steak and eggs over easy," Dean said as the waitress came over to take their order.
"And what will you have, honey?" Betty asked with a smile.
"I'll have the pancakes, eggs over easy, and ham. Thank you, Betty."
"I'll be right back with more coffee," Betty said with a broad wink at Sam.
"Dean, what are you talking about? We're going to the Caribbean? How can we do that in four days? What are we going after?" Sam paused in his questioning to take a sip of his coffee.
"Fire up the machine, geek boy," Dean said rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the meal that was about to be delivered. "See what you can find out about Joe Walker USMC at the time dad was in the Corp. Check out the ship Mandalay based out of Panama and the disappearances from her."
While Sam was searching the web for the requested information, Dean was processing the information himself.
Something didn't feel right. Joes asking where they were, offering to pick them up in the boat in a deep water port, that in itself set off warning bells – maybe Hendrickson was behind this.