Title: Bad Luck
Author: captainbartholomew
Disclaimer: Don't own Sam. Don't own Dean. But one day when I don't have tuition to pay, maybe I will? There is only hope… ;)
Challenge Word- Phrase of the week: Friday the 13th
Word Count: 200… on my vanity mirror
Spoilers: none
*a/n: I know I'm really late to the party on this one… forgive me, the last two weeks have been insane for me since summer is almost over, things are starting to pick up again.
"You know this is your entire fault," muttered Dean in annoyance as he sent Sam a death glare.
Sam shied away from his older brother's truthful words, maybe if he would have listened to Dean and Bobby this wouldn't be happening right now. He probably should have known better than to think that Friday the 13th wasn't in any way, shape, or form supernatural.
But give him some credit, that mirror in the hotel room had broken from the screaming of the banshee haunting it. He just happened to be near it when it did causing the bad luck to be absorbed by him. If one can absorb bad luck, that is?
What happened after that was just pure ridiculousness. The amount of black cats following them around was unbelievable. It was like they were catnip and the cats felt the need to hang around with them.
Dean was irked because he hated cats. This was the last thing they needed on the hunt for the banshee. Maybe Sam just needed a little good luck to counteract the bad luck to make the fifty plus cats following them go away.
If that didn't work, they could always adopt a dog.