[Bad Day at Black Rock]
PRISON
Kubrick was being swiped down with a metal detector before he entered the prison visitors area. He sat in front of Gordon Walker and picked up the two-way phone.
"It's true," Kubrick said. "A Devil's Gate was opened in Wyoming. Big. St. Helen's big. There's no solid fix on how many demons got out, but it's in the hundreds. An army."
"Sam Winchester was there, wasn't he?" Gordon questioned.
"Talked to a guy who knows Bobby Singer, and yeah it looks like the Winchesters and Francesca Rivera were at ground zero when the gate was popped, but Singer said they went in there to stop it."
"Uh uh, Bobby's edge ain't what it used to be. Sam could have him believing anything by now."
"Listen Gordon, as far as talk goes, Sam Winchester checks out. He's a hunter, that's all."
"That's all?"
Kubrick nodded and Gordon laughed before saying, "Kubrick, I'm not even sure he's human." Kubrick laughed nervously.
"You think I'm crazy? I told you there was a war coming, six months ago. Take a look around. It's here. Now I'm telling you this boy is a part of it. Track him down, Kubrick. You'll come to see it too. Sam Winchester must die." Gordon hung up the phone.
HIGHWAY
The Impala was traveling along a quiet, dark road and the three were arguing.
"Because demon, that's why, I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon, you go for the holy water, you don't chat!" Dean yelled.
"No one was chatting, Dean," Sam replied.
"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?"
"Because - Because she said she might be able to help us out."
"How?" Sam paused. "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?"
"She told me she could help you, okay?" Dean looked at him, incredulous. "Help you out of the crossroad deal."
"What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is, it's me and Frankie." He paused. "What else did she say?" Sam remained silent. "Dude?"
"Nothing." He paused. "Nothing, okay? Look I'm not an idiot Dean, Frankie, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean, we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now the Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it."
"You're okay, right, I mean you're feeling okay?" Francesca asked. "Because she was sketchy."
"Yes I'm fine, why are you and Dean always asking me that?"
Before Francesca could answer, a phone started ringing.
Sam reached for his own. "It's not mine."
Dean went for his. "Nope."
"Not mine, either," Francesca said.
"Check the glove compartment, it's Dad's."
"Dad's?" Sam repeated.
"Yeah, I keep 'em charged up in case any of his old contacts call."
Sam opened the glove compartment, found John's phone and answered it. "Hello? Yes... this is Edgar Cayce... No, no, no, no, don't - don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, -I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me," he gestured to Dean for a pen, "do you - do you have the address so I can... Sure, okay. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot." He ended the call. "Dad ever tell you two he kept a container at a storage place?"
"What?" Dean and Francesca asked.
"Outside of Buffalo?"
"No way."
"Yeah. And someone just broke into it."
KUBRICK'S RV AND CREEDY'S PICKUP
Kubrick and his fellow hunter Creedy were cleaning and checking weapons inside the RV.
"So you got no hard evidence on this Sam Winchester guy, you're just working off Gordon's instincts?" Creedy questioned.
"You ever hunt with Gordon?" Kubrick asked.
"No. I heard he's good."
"Good?" Kubrick laughed. "He's the best, saved my ass more times than I can count. So if he says Sam Winchester is dangerous, I believe him."
"They're gonna be covering their tracks. Won't be easy to find."
"Last I got puts them in Nebraska three weeks back."
"Not exactly a fresh lead."
"They ain't exactly invisible, Creedy. Some hunter out there knows something. So we start calling out contacts. All we need is one break."
Kubrick got up from the table and looked over at Creedy, who'd taken something out of an overhead cupboard and was fiddling with it. "Don't play with my Jesus."
STORAGE FACILITY ELEVATOR
"Man, Frankie..." Dean began.
"What?" Sam and Francesca asked.
"Just Dad. You both know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man."
"Well, we're about to learn something," Sam replied.
Sam, Dean and Francesca exited the elevator and found the storage container. Dean unlocked the padlock and opened the sliding door, each of them with flashlights at the ready. On the dusty floor of the container was a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.
"No demons allowed," Sam said.
"Blood," Francesca stated. "Check this out." She held up a tripwire which was attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull.
"Whoever broke in here got tagged."
"Dear old Dad," Dean stated. "I got two sets of boot treads in here, looks like it was a two-man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him, looks like he kept walking."
"So what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?"
"Living the high life, as usual."
Sam, Dean and Francesca ventured further inside. Dean aimed his flashlight on the skull and shook his head. Sam looked over a desk and Francesca browsed the shelves while Dean picked up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.
"1995," Dean said.
"No way!" Sam cried. "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this."
"Yeah... About the closest you ever came to being a boy. Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. 6th grade." He pumped the shotgun.
Sam moved further into the container and opened a door to a back room. The chain on the door had been cut. Sam, Dean and Francesca entered and their flashlights passed.
"Holy crap," Dean said. "Look at this, he had landmines... Which they didn't take. Or the guns. I guess they knew what they were after, huh?"
Sam spotted boxes inscribed with symbols on a far shelf. "Hey, Dean, Frankie, check the out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes."
"Curse boxes?" Francesca repeated. "They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, kinda like the Pandora deal."
"Yeah, yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object."
"Well Dad's journal didn't mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know?" Dean replied. "Dangerous hexed items, fetishes, he never did say where they ended up."
"No, then this must be his toxic waste dump. One box is missing... Great."
"Well maybe they didn't open it," Francesca guessed. "Ojalá no."
(Hopefully not.)
WAYNE AND GROSSMAN'S APARTMENT
"Come on man, let's open it," Grossman said.
"Shut up about the damn box!" Wayne yelled.
Wayne was sitting on the couch, his left shoulder bleeding from a gunshot wound. The missing curse box was on a coffee table.
"Do you see what's happening here?" Wayne questioned. "I am literally bleeding to death!"
"Uh, I'm gonna open it," Grossman decided.
"Grossman!"
"Look what if this is really worth something? What, we should just hand it over to her? Hey, we took all the risk. Hell, Wayne. You got shot. And all for a lousy few hundred bucks. Now we could make more selling whatever it is ourselves."
Grossman broke open the lock on the box with a knife and lifted the lid. Wayne got up from the couch to see what was inside.
"Huh?" Grossman questioned.
"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!" Wayne picked up the object in the box. "It's a rabbit's foot - It's a rabbit's foot Grossman! I'm gonna die for a damn rabbit's foot."
Wayne and Grossman were interrupted by banging on the front door.
"Oh great, now what?" Wayne wondered, slamming down the rabbit's foot.
Grossman answered the door. "Oh, hey Foster."
"Hey, listen guys not to be a drag or nothing, but it's six o'clock in the morning!" Foster exclaimed.
"Right..."
"Can't you keep it down?"
"No we... Just got a situation here is all, sorry."
Foster looked at Wayne. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Shotgun happened to me," Wayne replied.
Foster walked towards Wayne before turning back to Grossman. "Hey Grossman? Under my sink there's a medical kit. And get some water boiling."
"Okay." Grossman left the room.
Foster checked Wayne's wound. "I used to be an Army Medic you know, in 'nam? So I guess this is your lucky day." He laughed.
APARTMENT BLOCK
Sam, Dean and Francesca pulled up in the alley beside the apartment block.
Dean leaned out and check the car's plates. "Connecticut. Last three digits 880."
"Yep, that's it," Sam confirmed.
Francesca scoffed. "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera... Morons."
WAYNE AND GROSSMAN'S APARTMENT
Wayne and Grossman were playing Poker.
"Four Kings," Wayne said.
Grossman groaned. "Unbelievable."
"You see that?" Wayne laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"Deal 'em up again."
Sam, Dean and Francesca broke into the apartment, armed, and snuck inside.
"Royal Flush," Wayne stated. "Grossman, that's the second Royal Flush in eight hands.
"Yeah, this is a lot of fun."
"I can't lose. I mean really, I-I can't lose!" Wayne grabbed the rabbit's foot. "Maybe this thing really works? You know what I'm saying? I tell you something, there's no way in hell we are handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now, not after all we've been through. Uh uh. Let's go, huh? Let's get out of here, let's go have some fun."
"FREEZE, FREEZE!" Dean yelled. "NOBODY MOVE!"
"Don't move!" Sam and Francesca ordered.
"DON'T MOVE!"
"What is this?" Wayne asked.
"STOP!" Sam cried.
"All right, give us the box," Dean said. "And please tell me that you didn't-"
"Oh they did," Francesca interrupted.
"You opened it?!" Dean shoved Wayne against the wall.
"Are you guys and girl cops?" Wayne questioned.
"Huh?" Dean asked.
"ARE YOU GUYS COPS?!"
"What was in the box?" Wayne glanced over at the coffee table where the rabbit's foot sat and Dean followed his gaze. "Oh, was that it, huh? It was wasn't it? What is that thing?"
Wayne used Dean's distraction to knock the gun from Dean's hand. It fell to the floor, causing it to freeze. The bullet ricocheted off a radiator and hit Sam's gun, causing him to drop it, then hit Francesca's, causing her to drop it. The same bullet ricocheted again and broke a lamp. Sam and Grossman both went for Sam's gun. Grossman pushed Sam into Dean and Francesca into Sam. Dean fell back on the coffee table, laughing as the rabbit's foot went into the air.
"Sorry!" Sam yelled.
Grossman threw himself at Sam and Francesca, sending them both to the floor, then started punching them in the face. Wayne went for Dean's gun. As he picked it up and aimed for Sam and Francesca, he hit Dean, who had just gotten up, square under the chin, knocking him down again. Grossman was trying to strangle Sam and Francesca. Sam, desperately tried to reach for the rabbit's foot, which was almost out of reach. Sam managed to grab it, then knocked Grossman's hands away from his and Francesca's throats and kicked him back into a corner.
Sam and Francesca got up as he yelled, "Dean! I got it!"
Wayne moved forward and cocked Dean's gun in Sam's face. Sam pushed Francesca behind him.
"No you don't," Wayne said.
Grossman got his hands on Sam and Francesca's guns while Wayne pulled the trigger on Sam. The gun jammed. Wayne panicked and tried to clear the chamber, while Dean got up and tried to stop him. Wayne was surprised and stumbled back, tripping over a rug and falling back over the couch. He knocked himself out. Sam, Dean and Francesca looked at each other, confused. Grossman got up and tried to point the gun at Sam.
"Sam!" Dean and Francesca called.
As Grossman moved, the bookshelves above him collapsed, knocking him out cold. Sam and Francesca's guns flew out of his hands and Sam caught them. Sam handed Francesca her gun.
Dean looked astounded. "That was a lucky break! Is that a rabbit's foot?!"
Sam held it up. "I think it is."
"Huh."
Francesca huffed. "Can we go, boys?"
BIGGERSON'S RESTAURANT PARKING LOT
Dean walked over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands and got in. Sam and Francesca were inside. Dean took something out of the bag.
"I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal," Sam said as Dean held up several scratch cards in front of Sam and Francesca. "Dean, come on."
Francesca rolled her eyes. "Really?"
"What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!" Dean handed over a coin and a card. "You too, Frankie." He handed her a coin and a card.
Francesca let out a sigh and began scratching her card.
"Dean it's gotta be cursed somehow, otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up," Sam said, handing the card back.
"$1200... You just won $1200." Francesca handed hers back. "Frankie, you just won $1350." He laughed and hollered. "I don't know man, doesn't seem that cursed to me!" He handed Sam and Francesca another card.
WAYNE AND GROSSMAN'S APARTMENT
Wayne and Grossman were still laid out on the floor.
Wayne came to and got up with a groan. "Grossman. Grossman, get up." He kicked an empty beer bottle and it rolled into the kitchen. "Hey, Grossman, get up. Hey!"
He nudged Grossman with his foot and walked into the kitchen. Grossman was unresponsive. Wayne stepped over the beer bottle and headed to the sink, removing two plates, a colander, and a large BBQ carving fork and placed them in the drainer. Wayne turned on the tap and splashed water on his face and dried off with a dish cloth.
"Hey, Grossman. Grossman!"
Wayne went to walk back out of the kitchen, his foot catching on the beer bottle in the middle of the floor. He tripped and fell backwards, landing on the fork he placed in the drainer. Grossman came to and got up, hearing choking. He walked into the kitchen and saw Wayne impaled on the fork through the neck. The prongs were sticking out of Wayne's mouth. Grossman screamed.
BIGGERSON'S RESTAURANT PARKING LOT
Dean laid out six scratch cards on the hood of the Impala as he calculated their winnings.
Dean laughed. "Oh man!"
Sam was on the phone with Bobby. "Now look Bobby, we didn't know."
"You touched it? Damn it, Sam!"
"Well Dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?"
"His lockup? Yeah, I knew. Hell, I built those curse boxes for him. Listen, you have got a serious problem."
Sam noticed something shining under a newspaper on the ground. It was a gold watch.
"That rabbit's foot ain't no dime store notion."
Sam picked up the watch, turned and showed it to Dean and Francesca, the former of whom mouthed "awesome!"
"It's real hoodoo, Old World stuff. Made by a Baton Rouge conjure woman about a hundred years ago."
"It's a hell of a luck charm," Sam said.
"It's not a luck charm, she made it to kill people, Sam! See, you touch it, you own it. You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the Devil. But, you lose it, that luck turns. It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week."
"Well, so I won't lost it, Bobby."
"EVERYBODY LOSES IT!"
"Well then how do we break the curse?"
Bobby sighed. "I don't know if you can."
Sam placed the rabbit's foot in his jacket pocket.
"Lemme look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight." Bobby ended the call and he resumed working on the Colt.
"Dude! Frankie! We're up 15 grand!" Dean cried.
Sam, Dean and Francesca entered Biggerson's Restaurant.
"Don't worry, Bobby'll find a way to break it," Dean reassured. "Until then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man. Frankie, we'll figure out something for you."
"Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?" Sam said, turning to the restaurant owner. "Hi, uh, table for three please."
"CONGRATULATIONS!" the restaurant owner cried as alarms went off.
"It's exciting, I know," Dean told his brother and friend.
"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!"
The staff began singing and took photographs. Balloons and streamers fell from the ceiling. Sam looked embarrassed, Dean looked ecstatic, and Francesca looked shy at being put on the spot.
KUBRICK'S RV AND CREEDY'S PICKUP
"Right, you hear anything, give me a call," Kubrick said, reentering his RV. "Well that clears my book. The word's out. Now we wait."
"Now we eat," Creedy decided.
"Good idea. What do you like, I got canned everything."
"No, no man, not eating in the RV. Look, I know a good place. Wide menu, good service, homey atmosphere. Garlic knots! The menu's on their website."
Kubrick didn't look convinced.
BIGGERSON'S RESTAURANT
Sam was on his laptop, Francesca sat next to him, periodically looking at her friend's laptop. Dean was eating a bowl of ice cream.
"Bobby's right," Sam said. "It's lore goes way back. Pure hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the 13th."
"I say from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's," Dean decided, suddenly struck with brain freeze from the ice cream.
Sam laughed and Francesca rolled her eyes as a waitress approached their table with more coffee.
The waitress asked Sam, "Can I freshen you up?"
"Yeah, yeah sure," Sam replied. "Thanks."
The waitress poured Sam more coffee, but spilled some. "Oh!"
"Oh! Oh I uh-"
"Let me mop up here."
"No, no don't worry it's okay, it's okay - I got it, uh..."
"It's no trouble, really."
"Okay."
"Sorry about that."
"It's all right."
The waitress flirted with Sam. Sam gave Dean and Francesca a look. The waitress finished cleaning up and walked away, looking over her shoulder as she left with a smile. Sam and Dean both leaned in and watched her while Francesca rolled her eyes yet again.
"Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky..." Dean trailed.
Sam smirked. "Shut up." He went to pick up his coffee, knocked the cup over and managed to spill it all over the table and himself.
Sam jumped out of his seat. "Oh! Oh geez, uh..." He turned and a waiter with a full tray crashed straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and Francesca looked shocked.
"Sorry!" Sam apologized, turning back to his brother and friend.
"How was that good?" Dean asked.
Sam searched his jacket pocket and came up empty. The rabbit's foot was gone.
"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered.
"Oh no," Francesca mumbled.
Sam, Dean and Francesca rushed out of the restaurant and Sam fell flat on his face.
"Wow! You suck!" Dean exclaimed, as he and Francesca reached down and picked Sam up off the ground.
"Ow..." Sam moaned.
"So what, now your luck turns bad?" Francesca questioned.
Sam's jeans were torn at both knees, which were bloody and raw. "I guess."
"I wonder how bad?" Dean said in a questioning tone.
KUBRICK'S RV
Creedy passed his laptop to Kubrick, who looked at the screen.
"Looks good," Kubrick commented. I like that when they drop the whole onion in the fryer."
Creedy took the laptop back. "Nearest location..." He searched and paused, looking surprised before passing the laptop back to Kubrick. "You seeing that?!"
On the screen was a photograph of Sam, Dean and Francesca from their winning visit to the local Biggerson's.
Kubrick grinned. "Yes I am." He looked up to the sky as though he'd been given a sign.
WAYNE AND GROSSMAN'S APARTMENT
Grossman was holding a photograph of himself and Wayne. He held up a bottle of tequila and sadly toasted the memory of Wayne. "Adios, compadre."
He poured a lug of tequila on the floor, then took a large swig. The door to the apartment opened and Dean, Sam and Francesca walked in. Sam hung back.
"Oh, man. What do you want?" Grossman asked.
"Heard about your friend, that's bad luck," Dean replied.
"Piss off."
"We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman."
"Oh yeah? How do you know that?"
"Because she just stole it back from us," Francesca answered, causing Grossman to laugh.
"Listen man, this is serio-" Sam stepped forward and tripped on a wire on the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sent it and himself crashing to the ground. He took out a lamp as he went down.
Dean and Francesca rolled their eyes and asked, "Sam, you okay?"
Sam, from the floor behind the couch, replied, "Yeah, I'm good!" He pulled himself up and Grossman smirked.
Dean turned back to Grossman. "I want you to tell us her name."
"Screw you."
"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner," Francesca told him.
"What?"
"It was the rabbit's foot."
"You're crazy, missy."
"You know she's not," Dean said. "You saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot, that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And my brother, her friend, here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head." Grossman looked worried. "Now, she and I can read people, and we get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?"
"No," Grossman whispered.
BIGGERSON'S RESTAURANT PARKING LOT
Kubrick was leaning against his RV.
Creedy approached from the restaurant as he said, "No one saw which way they went. And their meal was free, so there's no credit card trail."
"Don't worry, we'll find 'em," Kubrick reassured.
"What makes you so sure?"
"'Cause there's a higher power at work here. I know it now."
APARTMENT BLOCK
Sam, Dean and Francesca left the apartment block. Dean's phone began ringing. As Dean answered, he stepped over a large piece of pink bubblegum on the ground, as did Francesca.
"Hello?" Dean said.
Sam followed and stepped straight into the bubblegum.
"Dean, great news," Bobby told him. "Wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick."
"Bobby, that's uh, great, 'cept Sam, uh..." He looked over at Sam and grimaced, as did Francesca, when Sam lifted his shoe. "Sam lost the foot."
"He WHAT?"
"Bobby, Bobby, listen this, uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. In her mid 20s, and she was sharp you know, good enough at the con to play us." Sam was trying to scrape the bubblegum off his shoe using a broken storm drain grating. "And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something." He turned to his brother and friend. "Uh, Luigi or something?"
Sam was still scraping his shoe off and Francesca snapped her fingers as they said, "Lugosi."
"Lugosi."
"Lugosi? Lugos- Oh crap, it's probably Bela."
Sam moved his foot too hard, dislodging his shoe and it fell into the drain. He and Francesca tried to retrieve it while she shot him an annoyed look.
"Bela Lugosi? That's cute."
"Bela Talbot's her real name. Crossed paths with her once or twice."
"Well she knew about the rabbit's foot, is she a hunter?"
"Pretty friggin' far from a hunter, but she knows her way around the territory.. She's been out of the country. Last I heard she was in the Middle East somewhere."
"I guess she's back."
"Which means seriously bad luck for you."
"Great."
"But if it is Bela... At least I might know some folks who know how to find her."
"Thanks Bobby. Again."
"Just look out for your brother and friend, ya idjit." Bobby hung up.
Dean looked back at Sam. Sam looked thoroughly dejected and Francesca looked annoyed.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I lost my shoe," Sam said with a pout.
Dean looked down at Sam's sock-clad foot and sighed, annoyed. Sam hung his head.
MOTEL PARKING LOT
The Impala pulled into the lot and stopped just inside the entrance.
Dean was on the phone. "All right Bobby, thanks. We owe ya, another one." He turned to Sam. "All right, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick lives in Queens. So it'll take me about two hours to get there."
"So what are we doing here?" Sam asked.
"You my brother are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed and Frankie's gonna be your babysitter."
Dean drove the Impala into the main lot, passing Kubrick's RV on the way.
MOTEL ROOM
Dean unlocked the door and led Sam inside, followed by Francesca, and turned on a light as he went.
"What are we even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam questioned.
"Nothing, nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here and don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose. If you need anything done, ask Francesca to do it for you."
Sam sat in a chair, Francesca on a bed, and watched Dean leave, locking the door behind him. Sam wrinkled his nose a few times before risking a scratch.
Francesca frowned. "Really? You got bad luck. Next time ask me."
Sam shot her a look. "I was fine."
"But you might not have been."
"Whatever."
QUEENS, NEW YORK - BELA'S APARTMENT
Bela was on the phone. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen. "Because you shook on 1.5. Well maybe I should just take it somewhere else?" She pet a Seal Point Siamese cat that was sitting on the counter. "Don't threaten me, Luke. Despite your reputation you don't scare me." She paused. "Well I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour."
She ended the call. Her security monitor registered Dean approaching. She picked up the rabbit's foot with kitchen tongs and the Siamese cat hissed. Bela moved to look at the security monitors, just missing Dean's arrival. She put the rabbit's foot down, opened the wine cooler and pulled a gun from it before moving through the living room towards the front door. The door was ajar. As she approached, she heard a beeping noise. The alarm system panel was flashing ERROR. A bright yellow Post-It stuck to the panel read TURN AROUND. Dean appeared behind Bela, his gun drawn. Bela turned and drew her gun.
"You left without your tip," Dean said.
Bela smirked and Dean raised his eyebrows.
MOTEL ROOM TWO
Sam rocked back and forth on the chair, bored stiff. Francesca stared at Sam. Suddenly, the AC unit in the wall in front of Sam started making a clunking, grinding sound. Smoke started to pour out.
Sam spoke despairingly. "Oh come on, I-I didn't - I wasn't..."
He and Francesca sighed as they got up and cautiously approached the unit. The unit caught fire. Sam grabbed the comforter off the bed and attempted to put out the fire with it. When he thought he got it, he got up only to find his jacket sleeve was on fire. He panicked and used the curtain to put it out. The curtain ripped and fell away, revealing Kubrick and Creedy staring in through the window. Sam fell back, knocking himself out on the floor. Francesca let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes. Kubrick smiled and looked to the sky in thanks.
BELA'S APARTMENT
Dean and Bela were engaged in a standoff.
"You're gonna give it back," Dean said.
Bela laughed. "Sweetie, no I'm not."
"Yeah. We'll see. Bela, right?"
"That's right, Dean."
"You know the thing's cursed, don't you?"
"You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that."
"Really?"
"There's a lucrative market out there. A lot of money to be made. You hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college."
"So you know the truth, about what's really going on there and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?"
"I procure unique items for a select clientele."
"Yeah. A thief."
"No, a great thief."
MOTEL ROOM TWO
Creedy was restraining Sam to a chair with duct tape as he came to. "Oh, he's awake!"
"Back with us, eh?" Kubrick questioned.
"We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all spastic, and knocked yourself out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs! Your friend was more difficult."
Sam frowned. "Who are you, what do you wa-"
Kubrick snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face and Sam looked confused. "I used to think your friend Gordon sent me."
"Gordon? Oh come on!"
"Yeah, he sent me to track you down, and put a bullet in your brain."
Francesca huffed softly. "Great. Sounds like him."
"But, as it turns out, I'm on a mission from God." He struck Sam across the face.
Francesca narrowed her eyes. "God says not to hit people."
She was smacked in the face for her snotty remark and added, "Hitting a girl is much, much worse."
Sam glanced at Francesca, warning her to keep quiet.
BELA'S APARTMENT
"Look Bela, my brother, he touched the foot," Dean explained. "And went you too it from him, his luck went from-"
Bela cut him off. "I know how it works."
"So then you know he's gonna die unless we can destroy it."
Bela's tone was insincere. "Oh... You can have the foot." Dean looked surprised. "For 1.5 million."
"Nice. Yeah, I'll just call my banker. How'd you even find the damn thing? Stuck in the back of some storage place, middle of nowhere."
Bela looked over her shoulder. Dean followed her gaze to a ouija board and planchette on the mantle.
"I just asked a few of the ghosts of the people that I killed," Bela said. "They were very attuned to its location."
"So you're only out for yourself, huh?" Dean questioned. "It's all about number one?"
"Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved."
"Well aren't you a glass half-full?"
"We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride."
"I actually agree with you there. Anyhoo, this has been charming but uh, look at the time. Oh and this?" He revealed the rabbit's foot in his hand and Bela looked pissed. "Looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers. If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person."
Bela fired at Dean and missed completely. She fired again and the bullet ricocheted around, breaking several objects and hit the ouija board. Dean laughed and held out the rabbit's foot to taunt Bela and made a run for the door. Bela fired again at Dean's retreating for and the bullet ricocheted around and destroyed more objects. The Siamese cat ran off and Bela ducked.
Dean escaped and yelled, "Seeya!"
Bela let out a sigh.
MOTEL ROOM TWO
Creedy threw a glass of water in Sam's face and another in Francesca's. Sam's check was bruised and his nose was bloody. Francesca's lip was busted and her left eye was black. Sam and Francesca shook the water off while Kubrick watched, sitting on one of the motel beds.
"You were part of that demon plan to open the gate weren't you?" Kubrick questioned.
"We did everything we could to stop it," Sam said.
"Lie lie lie! You were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?"
"No, I don't, okay? You're wrong bout all of this."
"Where are they gonna hit us next?"
Sam sighed and stayed silent. Kubrick struck Sam across the face again, then Francesca as well.
"WHERE?!" Kubrick cried. "Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kinda weirdo psychic freak?"
"No, not any more I- no powers, no visions, nothing, it just-" Sam trailed.
"LIAR!"
Kubrick punched Sam hard. "Now no more lies. There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe you two can understand why we can't take chances." Kubrick drew his gun and pointed it between Sam and Francesca.
"Whoa, okay, okay, no don't - hold on a minute!" Sam said.
"Hey, Kubrick just-" Creedy was cut off.
Kubrick interrupted him. "No, you saw what happened Creedy, ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen."
"Look, she and I can explain all of that if-"
"Shut up! It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do his work. This is destiny."
Francesca rolled her eyes. "It's not-"
"Shut up!"
Kubrick aimed the gun point black between Sam and Francesca's foreheads and they squeezed their eyes shut. They heard another gun being cocked in the room.
"Nope. No destiny, just a rabbit's foot," Dean said.
"Put the gun down son, or you're gonna be scraping brains off the wall," Kubrick warned.
"What, this thing?"
"Yeah, that thing."
"Okay. But you see there's something about me that you don't know." Dean put the gun down with a smug look and picked up a pen sitting next to it.
"Yeah? What would that be?"
"It's my lucky day." He tossed the pen towards Kubrick. It lodged itself in the barrel of Kubrick's gun and Sam looked impressed while Francesca looked pleased, relieved and slightly in awe.
Dean laughed. "Oh my God, did you see that shot?"
Creedy lunged at Dean and aimed a punch. Dean easily side-stepped and Creedy ran straight into the wall, fell backwards and hit the floor. Kubrick stared at the pen n the barrel for a few moments before trying to dislodge it.
"I'm amazing," Dean said, picking up the TV remote from the table and threw it hard at Kubrick, who was just about to aim for Dean. It hit Kubrick right between the eyes, knocking him unconscious and he dropped like a stone.
Dean, in a suave tone, stated, "I'm Batman."
"Yeah. You're Batman," Sam replied sarcastically.
"Let us out, Batman," Francesca stated in an annoyed tone.
CEMETERY
Sam was crouching and sprinkled something onto the embers of a small fire, which Francesca was standing next to. Dean was checking over more scratch cards.
"All right," Sam said. "Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it."
"One second..." Dean trailed.
"Dean, you-"
"Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon."
Sam and Francesca sighed. Dean smirked and stashed the cards in his jacket, which was slung over a gravestone.
"All right, say goodbye "wascally wabbit"," Dean told them.
A gun cocked and Dean turned around.
"I think you'll find that belongs to me," Bela stated. "Or, you know, whatever. Put the foot down, honey."
"No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine, but you're not-" Dean was cut off.
Bela ignored Dean, aimed at Sam and Francesca and fired. Sam went down with a groan and Dean pulled Francesca behind him, not wanting her to get shot as well.
"Son of a-" Dean began.
"Back off, tiger," Bela warned. "Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger." Sam got up, clutching his shoulder. "You've got all the luck, Dean. You I can't hit. But your brother and friend? Them I can't miss."
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!"
"Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people. Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."
"All right! All right. Take it easy." He went to drop the rabbit's foot, but instead threw it at Bela. "Think fast."
Bela caught the foot and cursed. "Damn!"
"Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?"
Bela dropped the rabbit's foot in the embers. "Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and I'm on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer."
"Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam? Frankie?"
"Nope. Not even a little," Sam replied.
Francesca shook her head. "Absolutely not."
"Hmm," Bela hummed. "Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry." She went and leaned on the gravestone where Dean's jacket was.
"Oh don't go away angry, just go away," Dean told her.
Bela smirked. "Have a nice night, boys, lady."
She walked away and the rabbit's foot burned in the fire.
"You good?" Dean asked.
"I'll live," Sam answered.
"I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46,000, I almost forgot about the... scratch tickets." He searched his jacket and came up empty. Bela's car roared in the distance. Sam, Dean and Francesca looked at each other, then watched her drive away.
BELA'S CAR
Bela smirked to herself, Dean's scratch cards lying beside her. She picked up the pile and smirked.
CEMETERY
"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled, causing Francesca to glare and Sam to crack a smile.
PRISON
Kubrick, whose nose was taped up, was talking to Gordon. "You were right about everything. Sam Winchester is more than a monster. He's the adversary."
"And what was it that convinced you?" Gordon asked.
"God led me to him, and His will is clear."
"Okay... That's great. Glad to have you onboard. But, uh, first things first. We gotta get me the hell out of here. 'Cause like I told you before, Sam Winchester must die." He hung up the two-way phone.