(Inspired by EventRider87's To Hell and Back & A Different Choice along with BeccaBean's Destiny Rising. Will include several new angels and demons including three new archangels, hence the title. I was a big fan of Season 1-5 and while I enjoyed some things in Season 6 mostly Balthazar, I won't be taking any of it into account and anything Season 7-9. I will also not be completely accurate in each episode just so everything's not completely predictable.)

Queens, New York

"Because you shook on 1.5," snapped Bela Talbot into her cell phone. Luke may have been one of her regular customers but he never ceased to piss her off. Always trying to change the price or even worse sending someone else to steal the merchandise from her. Of course Bela hadn't been in the supernatural black market for as long as she did by being stupid or unprepared. More than once she had to "convince" whatever thugs she ran into to get a new line of work. The fact that some them ended up in the morgue was their own fault.

"1 mil is my final offer," replied Luke, not giving her an inch.

"When then maybe I should take it somewhere else," threatened Bela. She headed into her kitchen where her Siamese cat Isis sat on the counter. She was Bela's only real friend and watchdog in a sense. No one could break in her apartment without Isis knowing about it. One hiss was all Bela needed to know she had an unwanted guest.

"You listen to me you little…" snapped Luke.

"Don't threaten me Luke," Bela cut him off. "Despite your reputation, you don't scare me." She stared out of her kitchen window, waiting for a response.

"1.5 is reasonable," Luke finally said.

"Well I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour," smiled Bela. She hung and used a pair of metal tongs to examine her merchandise. Who knew such a hideous thing could be worth so much? Personally Bela thought Luke was an idiot for paying 1 and a half million for an item that could kill him if he loses it but it was his money to waste along with his life. Isis hissed and immediately Bela's eyes shot to the nearby camera monitors. The front entrance and stairwell were clear but that could just mean her unwanted guest simply passed by them before she noticed.

Bela set the rabbit's foot down and reached into her wine fridge, pulling out a small concealed pistol. A distinct sound caught her attention. Damn, it was coming from her alarm controls at the apartment's front door and what was worse was that the alarm wasn't going off. So much for waiting for the police to show up to help. She made her way towards the front door and saw it open, someone was already inside. Bela headed down the hallway towards it, expecting an ambush at any second. She reached her alarm control that was consistently flashing an error sign. It also had a yellow sticky note that the words Turn Around were written on it. What the hell? The floor creaked behind her. Instantly Bela swung around, gun raised to see the intruder was a familiar face. "You left without your tip," he said.

Dean Winchester, eldest of the famous Winchester Brothers and son of legendary hunter John Winchester. Bela ran into him and his brother Sam just hours before all of this. The two of them took the rabbit's foot from the two useless prats she hired to steal it from John Winchester's storage locker. Bela later found the boys at a local restaurant and managed to steal the foot from Sam while dressed as a waitress. She thought that was going to be the hardest part of this job but clearly she was wrong.

The two of them kept their guns trained on each other as Dean slowly moved backwards into the living room with Bela following. "You're going to give it back," said Dean with a confident look on his face. Boy was he in for a disappointment.

"Sweetie. No I'm not," smiled Bela.

"Yeah we'll see. Bela right?" asked Dean. Stupid question considering she knew where she lived but Bela felt like playing this little game.

"That's right Dean," answered Bela.

The two came to a halt but neither lowered their weapons. "You do know the thing's cursed right?" Dean stated.

"You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that," replied Bela.

"Really?" frowned Dean.

"There's a lucrative market out there. A lot of money to be made," explained Bela. Dean was stunned by her answer which Bela found amusing. A man who hunted ghosts, demons, and werewolves found the idea of a supernatural black market surprising. Bela's smile widened. "You hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters. Anyone of them could put your children's children through college."

"So you know the truth about what's really going on out there and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?" Dean inquired. That smug and self-righteous look on his face made Bela tempted to bash it with her pistol. How dare he look down on her when he was just as dirty as she was. Hunters were killers and psychopaths, plain and simple. They don't hunt to help people, they do it because they love to kill things. And if they couldn't do that with a monster then they'd be murdering people.

"I procure unique items to a select clientele," objected Bela.

"Yeah a thief," chuckled Dean.

"No a great thief," Bela corrected him, emphasizing great.

The two of them continued their John Woo Mexican standoff, staring down the barrels of their guns at each other. Finally Dean tried to defuse the situation. "Look Bela. My brother touched the foot and when you took it from him, his luck went from…," he explained.

"I know how it works," interrupted Bela.

"So then you know he's gonna die unless we destroy it," pointed out Dean.

Tough luck for Sam then but Bela feigned concern anyways. "Oh. You can have the foot," she said. Bela enjoyed the look of relief on Dean's face and was about to shatter it when suddenly she felt a gentle breeze blow against her face. That was strange, she didn't leave any windows open and it didn't make sense why Dean would open one. But Bela didn't give it a second thought before focusing on her real problem. She was about to demand he pay one and a half million but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do it. The thought of tormenting Dean like that now horrified her. What the hell was wrong with her?

"In exchange for another one of your father's other boxes," she finally managed to blurt out. It wasn't what she originally wanted to say but it seemed to be the only thing she could get out of her mouth.

Dean's smiled faded. "Forget it. My dad locked those all up for a reason. Speaking of which how the hell did you even find the foot in the first place?" he realized.

Bela gave a simple glance at her Ouija Board which told him a lot of what he needed to know. "I just asked the ghosts of a few of the people it had killed. They were very attuned into its location," she said.

Dean shook his head in disgust. "So you're only out for yourself? It's all about number one."

Damn right she was. Bela learned a long time ago the only person you could truly rely upon was yourself. And once again Winchester thumbing his nose down at Bela which infuriated her. "Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved," she snapped.

"Well aren't you a glass half full," chuckled Dean.

Bela threw him a look. "We're all going to hell Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride," she said somehow keeping her smile despite the words.

"I actually kinda agree with you there," smiled Dean.

"Okay fun time's over tiger. I have a buyer who's willing to pay me 1.5 million for the foot so unless you're willing to match that, give me something else I can profit from and the foot is yours. You should consider yourself lucky I'm even offering you that," said Bela. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she bartering with him like this? She wasn't going to get a better deal than handing the foot over to Luke. Of course Dean's company was much more preferable then that wealthy old prick.

"Actually it's not luck sweetheart," smiled Dean who held up the rabbit's foot. Bela couldn't believe it. When did he snatch that? "You're not the only one with sticky fingers. If it's any consolation I…" he said before another breeze blew through the room. "…would love to stay and talk but I have to save my brother's life," Dean finally blurted out before rushing towards the door. Bela had a perfect shot to hit him in the back but couldn't pull the trigger. What was going on? Was it that damned rabbit's foot?

"Dean!" shouted Bela who quickly grabbed her Ouija board and ran to the door. She wasn't about to let 1.5 million slip from her grasp.

Unnoticed by the two humans, Eros watched them rush out of the apartment. Those humans displayed probably the most unique reaction he'd ever seen to his arrows. Dean and Bela weren't going to be the perfect couple right away but given time, the mark Eros left on their hearts would draw them closer and closer together. Personally he was just glad his assignment was over. The Archangel Michael personally gave the cupid his orders, stressing how important this was. Now it was time to return to heaven and report the good news.

Buffalo, New York

Sam finished setting up the fire while Dean scribbled through a few more lottery tickets. He insisted they could get a little bit more out of the dead rabbit thing while they could. Sam wasn't thrilled about it but his older brother won out in the end. He had all the luck on his side and more importantly, the car keys. So they picked up a few more scratch tickets before they arrived at the cemetery. Dean cheered in triumphant as the latest ticket just put them up to 46 grand.

"Dean come on," sighed Sam.

"Back off jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon," said Dean.

"What's gotten into you?" demanded Sam.

Dean glanced up from his tickets. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean you haven't stopped smiling ever since you got back with the foot," pointed out Sam.

"I don't know because we're finally catching a lucky break today. We got the foot, ditched Gordon's goons, and we're up to 46 grand," said Dean.

"Can we just burn that thing already?" grumbled Sam.

"Fine," sighed Dean. He put the scratch tickets away in his coat that was sitting on a nearby headstone. Pulling out the rabbit's foot from his pocket, Dean was about to drop it into the flames. "Say goodbye to Wascawy Wabbit."

The cock of a pistol stopped him cold. Dean spun around to see Bela Talbot aiming a gun at his head. "I think you'll find that belongs to me…or you know whatever," smiled Bela. Son of a bitch how did she find them? Then Dean remembered how she found the rabbit's foot in the first place. The Ouija board. "Put the foot down honey," Bela continued.

Despite the danger she posed at the moment, Dean strangely liked seeing her again. "No," he replied confidently. "You're not gonna shoot anybody. You see I happen to be read people."

"Oh really?" frowned Bela.

"Yeah. You're a thief alright but you're not a killer," nodded Dean.

"Don't test me Dean. I can be quite a bitch when I need to be," said Bela.

"Oh I'm sure," Dean retorted but mentally kicked himself for saying that. It wasn't a good idea to insult someone who had a pistol trained on you.

Bela glared at him and she lowered her gun, firing one round. The bullet never came close to him. It struck the ground beside him but it was clear she missed on purpose. Sam screamed behind him. He turned to his younger brother painfully holding onto the back of his pants, where he was starting to leak blood onto his pants. Did he just get shot in the ass? "Son of a bitch!" shouted Dean who turned back to Bela. Oddly enough, she seemed more stunned then he was.

"Back off," Bela warned him but seemed unnerved.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" snapped Dean.

"It was an accident. I was firing a warning shot and then it…ricocheted," Bela explained. For some reason, Dean actually believed her. The rabbit's foot curse was starting to get worse for Sam.

"Sammy you alright?" Dean called out.

"Can we burn that damn thing before something else happens to me?" snapped Sam. Before anybody could react, Dean tossed the rabbit's foot into the fire.

"Dammit!" shouted Bela. She was furious but lowered her weapon.

"See. I told you're not a killer," smiled Dean. Bela glared daggers at him then suddenly raised her gun, taking Dean by the surprise. "Whoa wait a minute," he protested. She fired two rounds but strangely they both missed him. Someone screamed behind Dean and for a split second he was afraid Bela had shot Sam intentionally this time. Except whoever it was didn't sound like his younger brother. Dean turned to see Gordon's goons taking cover with guns drawn. One of them was hit in the shoulder. "Sammy get down!" shouted Dean.

The Winchesters quickly dove for cover while Bela continued emptying her clip at the two thugs. Gordon's men fired back but quickly retreated with one of them helping the other make a break for the tree line. When they were finally gone, Dean got back to his feet along with Sam. "How the hell did they find us?" Sam asked.

"Considering I was lucky before all of this, probably you in some way jinx," Dean answered. Sam threw him a look, still clenching his right hip. Dean turned his attention back to Bela who seemed rather furious. "Thanks," he told her.

"Thanks? I'm out one and a half million and on the bad side of a very powerful, very psychotic buyer," fumed Bela.

"If it's any consolation I'm not angry at you. For saving us from those two I'll even overlook you shooting Sammy in the ass," smiled Dean. Sam however didn't seem so forgiving.

"A real consolation would be letting me take one of those boxes your father had lying around," pointed out Bela. Damn this woman doesn't quit does she?

"I don't think so. We found you once so if you try to take any of those again we'll find you. It's actually for your own good. Opening anyone of those might kill you," explained Dean.

Strangely enough, Bela didn't seem that pissed. She calmly strolled over to Dean's jacket. "You owe me one boys," she told them before picking up the jacket and tossing to Dean who caught it.

"Looking forward to paying you back," Dean called out as she walked off. He put on his jacket and turned around to a flabbergasted Sam.

"Did you just flirt with the woman who shot me?" he snapped.

"Relax Sam she didn't mean it. And what are you complaining about? You might be need surgery but I'm going to need therapy after digging that bullet out of your bare naked ass," retorted Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes and the two made their way back to the Impala. They were halfway through the cemetery when Dean asked, "You good?"

"I'll live," grumbled Sam, limping along.

"I guess we're back to normal now huh? No good luck. No bad luck. Oh speaking of which…"Dean spoke then remembered the scratch tickets. He couldn't wait to cash them in but realized they weren't in his right pocket where he left them. He checked his other pockets but they weren't in any of them. A Silver Mercedes CLK drove by a nearby road, honking as it sped off. Dean recognized that car from outside Bela's apartment building. Suddenly it all made sense. "SON OF A BITCH!"

(So some things changed while others stayed the same. I know most people want me to get to the angels but that would make this fic too much like To Hell and Back and I want to do something different. What I have for Red Sky at Morning is mostly the same as the episode but I felt I have to cover it. Please review.)