Episode: Season 3 Episode 3
Part: 3
Key:
(M/n) =Male Name
(L/n) = Last Name
(D/n) = Demon Name
(N/n) = Nickname
WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom
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~Restaurant Parking lot~
Dean walked over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands. He got in, where Sam and (M/n) were waiting. Dean took something out of the bag.
"I'm not finding anything on it in dad's journal." Sam said.
The oldest Winchester held up several scratch cards infront of Sam.
"Dean, come on."
"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 the card. Sam scratched it.
"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise dad wouldn't have locked it up." Sam handed the card back.
"$1200....You just won $1200!" He laughed. "I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" Dean handed his brother another card. The demon just watched it happen.
~W&G' Apartment~
The two men were laid out on the floor still.
Wayne started to wake up and he got up, groaning. "Grossman. Grossman, get up." He kicked an empty beer bottle, it rolled into the kitchen. "Hey, Grossman, get up. Hey!" Wayne nudged Grossman with his foot and walks to the kitchen. The man on the floor 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 plaving them in the drainer. He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face and dries off with a dish towel. "Hey, Grossman. Grossman!"
Wayne went to walk out of the kitchen, his foot catching on the beer bottle in the middle of the floor. He trips and falls backwards, landing on the fork he placed in the drained. Grossman finally woke up, getting up, he heard choking. Grossman walked into the kitchen and saw Wayne impaled on the fork. He was gurgling and then died. Grossman screamed.
~Restaurant Parking lot~
Dean laid out 6 scratch cards on the hood of the Impala, calculating their winnings. "Oh, man!" He laughed. The demon was shaking his head.
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's a gold watch.
"That rabbit's foot ain't no dime store notion."
Sam picked up the watch and showed the two behind him. Dean 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."
"It's not a luck charm, it's a curse! She made is 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, then I wont lose it, Bobby."
"EVERYBODY LOSES IT!" Bobby yelled into the phone.
"Well, then, how do we break the curse?"
Bobby sighed. "I don't know if you can."
Sam placed it in his jacket pocket.
"Lemme look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight." Bobby ended the call and looked down at what he was working on, the Colt.
"Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Dean cheered. Sam gave a half-smile, looking worried. (M/n) was just looking at Dean, a hand resting on his face. He himself looked a bit worried.
The three entered the restaurant.
"Don't worry, Bobby'll find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man." Dean said.
"Look, we just lay low until Bobby call back, ok?" Sam looked at the owner. "Hi, uh,, table for three please."
"CONGRATULATIONS!" An alarm went off making the demon and Sam jump.
"It's exciting, I know."
"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!"
Staff started singing and taking photographs. Balloons and streamers fell from the ceiling. Sam looked embarrassed, Dean looked ecstatic, and (M/n) looked confused.
"The hell?"
~K&C's pickup~
"Right, you hear anything, give me a call."
~Their RV~
"Well, that clears my book. The word's out. Now we wait." Kubrick said.
"Now we eat."
"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." Creedy said, the other man didn't look convinced.
~With the three~
Sam was on his laptop. Dean was eating a bowl of ice cream, (M/n) was looking at Sam/
"Bobby's right. This 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 thirteenth."
"Huh, what a lot of requirements." (M/n) commented.
"I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Dean said, as he was struck with a brain freeze. Sam laughed as a waitress approached them with more coffee.
"Can I freshen you up?" She said to Sam.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
The waitress pours Sam more coffee but, smiling at him, spills some. "Oh!"
"Oh! Oh I uh-" Sam looked embarrassed again.
"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."
"Ok."
"Sorry about that,"
"It's all right."
The waitress appeared to be flirting with Sam. Sam gave the two males in front of him a look. The waitress finishes cleaning up and walked away, looking over her shoulder as she goes and smiles. Sam and Dean both lean in and was her retreating.
"Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky...."
"Shut up." Sam smirked.
Sam went to pick up his coffee, knocking the cup over and manages to spill it all over the table and himself. She jumped out of seat. "Oh! Oh, geez, uh...." Sam turned and a waiter with a full tray crashed straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and (M/n) looked shocked.
"Sorry!"
"How is that good?"
Sam searched his pocket and it came up empty. The rabbit's foot was gone.
"Son of a bitch."
~Outside the restaurant~
The waitress who was flirting with Sam was walking out. She looked as the rabbit's foot in satisfaction, the pulled off her short black bob wig and tosses it in a dumpster, smiling, and letting her long brown hair flow out.
Sam and Dean rush out of the restaurant.
"Come on!" (M/n) slowly followed.
Sam fell flat on his face. Dean slowed down and turned around.
"Wow! You suck!" Dean reached down to Help his brother off the ground.
"Ow..."
"So, what now? Your luck turns bad?"
Sam's jeans were torn at both knees, which are bloody and raw.
"I guess."
"I wonder how bad."
(M/n) showed up behind Dean. "I don't think you wanna know that."
"Why didn't you teleport to er and get the foot?" Sam asked.
"I aint touching that thing. I don't want bad luck."
"But you don't die."
"That doesn't mean I can't feel pain."
"Understandable." Sam said.
~Kubrick's RV~
Creedy passed his laptop to Kubrick who looks over the screen.
"Looks good. I like that when they drop the whole onion in the fryer."
Creedy took the laptop back. "Nearest location."
Creedy searches and then paused, looking surprised. He passes the laptop back to Kubrick. "You seeing this?!"
On the screen was a photograph of Sam, Dan, and (M/n) from their winning visit to the local Biggerson's. The man grinned.
"Yes I am."
~W&G Apartment~
Grossman held up a bottle of tequila and sadly toasts in the memory of Wayne.
"Adios, compadre." He poured a lug of tequila on the floor((A waste of good tequila man)), then took a large swig. The door to the apartment opened. Dean and (M/n) walked in, Sam was hanging back.
"Heard about your friend. That's bad luck." Dean said.
"Piss off."
"We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman."
"Oh yeah? How do you know that?"
"Cuz we aren't stupid." (M/n) said.
"She stole it back from us." Dean then said.
The man laughed.
"Listen man, this is seri-" Sam stepped forward and tripped on a wire on the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sending it and Sam crashing tot he ground. Sam took out a lamp as he went. Dean and (M/n) rolled their eyes.
"Sam, you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good!" Sam said, from behind the couch. As he pulled himself off the floor, Grossman smirked.
"I want you to tell us her name."
"Screw you."
"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner." (M/n) said.
"What?"
"It was the rabbit's foot."
The man scoffed. "You're crazy, man."
"You know I'm not. 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 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 death on your head." The demon explained. THe man looked worried. "Now I can read people....And I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?"
Grossman whispered a simple no.