What if Sam's luck was even worse?
"So, what, now your luck turns bad?" Dean asked as he helped Sam up after he tripped over his own two feet.
"I guess," Sam answered.
"I wonder how bad," Dean worried.
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Gordon was meeting with his lawyer in the visitor's room when the electricity failed and the generator didn't kick on. The prison security system was down and Gordon made a run for it. He was out.
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Sam and Dean picked the lock to the apartment they broke into earlier that day. They heard that one of those two bumbling idiots had died. That was too fast for Dean's comfort. If he had died a couple of hours after losing the foot, Sammy might not have long at all.
They walked into the living room and found the other one drinking. "Get out!" he yelled.
"We heard about your partner. The foot killed him," Dean said.
"You're crazy," the guy countered.
"Am I?" Dean asked. "You saw what happened. All the luck, all the coincidences. It was the foot."
The man just looked down acknowledging the truth.
"We know a woman hired you to steal it," Dean continued.
"How do you know that?" the man asked.
"Because she stole it back from us," Dean admitted.
The man started laughing.
"Look," Sam began and started forward when he tripped on a wire from the stereo bringing it crashing it down and knocking him over with it.
"You OK, Sam?" Dean asked.
He didn't get a response. "Sam?" Dean ran around the couch to check on him. Sam had hit his head and wasn't moving. Dean checked for a pulse and was greatly relieved to find one.
"Tell us who she was before more people die," Dean growled.
"I only have an alias. Lugosi."
Sam started to groan. Dean helped him up and threw Sam's arm over him and helped him out of the building, Sam leaning on him the whole way.
"You OK?" Dean asked when they got outside.
"Yeah," Sam said.
Dean's phone rang. He answered it. "I think I found a cleansing ritual for that foot," Bobby said.
"That's great, Bobby, but Sam lost the foot."
"What?" Bobby yelled.
"It was some woman in her early twenties. All I got was an alias. Lugosi."
"Lugosi? That's probably Bela. She lives in Buffalo. I have the address."
"Great. Thanks, Bobby," Dean said and hung up to find Sam being mugged.
"Give us your wallet," one of them was saying.
Dean could see that Sam was going to resist. It's what they normally would do just on principle and normally they would be able to take them. But today wasn't a normal day. "Just give it to them, Sammy," Dean instructed.
"Yeah, Sammy, give it to us," one of them leered.
Dean felt a low growl in his throat. If either one of those yahoos hurt his brother they were so dead. Sam was pulling out his wallet and handing it to them.
"Now you," they said, turning to Dean. Dean just handed his wallet over, not wanting Sam to get caught in any crossfire were he to resist. Then, he saw the look in their eyes and knew that they planned to kill them. Dean quickly pulled his gun as the first guy was concentrating on his wallet and immediately shot the other guy. Before the first one had a chance to react, Dean shot him, too, grateful that somehow that had managed to go smoothly.
"You OK, Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Why did you shoot them?" Sam asked.
"I couldn't take the chance with your bad luck," Dean responded as they hurried to the car before the cops could show up.
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Kubrick's phone rang. "Hello?" he answered, not recognizing the number.
"It's me," Gordon said.
"You shouldn't be calling me from the jail. It's too risky," Kubrick admonished.
"I escaped," Gordon responded. "Did you find Sam."
"Not yet, but we know what town he's in," Kubrick said and gave him the info.
"I should be able to get there by tomorrow," Gordon said. "See if you can pinpoint his location."
"That's what we're doing," Kubrick responded and hung up. "Gordon's out," he relayed to Cready.
"Great. Can't wait to meet him," he said, nervously. He had heard of Gordon and he was a legend, but a scary legend.
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"OK, Bobby said Bela lives in Buffalo, so I should be able to get there and back in a couple of hours," Dean told Sam as he pulled into a motel parking lot.
"Great, so what are we doing here?" Sam asked, confused.
"You are staying here, because I don't want your bad luck getting us killed," Dean explained. "Wait here while I get you a room."
"Dude, I can get my own room. You can just go get Bela," Sam whined at his overprotective brother.
"No, I'm going to make sure you're settled before I leave. Just stay here," Dean ordered.
Sam sighed but did as he was told. Dean went in to register. He was back out within the minute and guided Sam to his room. "What am I supposed to do here?" Sam asked in a whiney tone.
"Nothing. I don't want you to do anything. Just sit here, until I get back," Dean said sternly and left.
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Dean found where Bela lived and stealthily broke in. She didn't appear to be home and he found the foot with ease. He grabbed it and was about to leave when she walked in. She pulled a gun.
"Give it back," she ordered.
"Can't. My brother will die if I don't destroy this," Dean said.
"I don't care. I have a buyer lined up for that. He's going to give me 3.2 million for it," Bela said, matter-of-factly.
"You would let my brother die for 3.2 million dollars?" Dean asked.
"I don't even know your brother. Why should I care?" Bela asked.
