Supernatural: Bad Day at Black Rock

A/N: Here's the next chapter, guys. I'm not in the best of moods since this isn't one of the best months for me, which is sad since I normally enjoy getting ready for Halloween, and so I'm just going through the motions this year.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.


CHAPTER THREE: DESTINY SUCKS

"For have I not the fowls of heaven, and also the fish of the sea, and the beasts of the mountains? Have I not made the Earth? Do I not hold the destinies of all the armies of the nations of the Earth?"

D&C 117:6

In Kubrick's RV, Creedy turned his laptop so that Kubrick could see the screen and the menu. "Here, take a look."

Kubrick looked the screen over and nodded, impressed. "Looks good. I like that when they drop the whole onion in the fryer."

Grinning, Creedy took the laptop back and began typing. "Nearest location…" he hit the enter button and stared, surprised He then turned the laptop back to Kubrick. "You seeing that?!"

On the screen was a photograph of Sam, Liz, Jo, and Dean and their winning visit to the local Biggerson's.

Kubrick grinned. "Yes I am." And he looked up to the sky as though he'd been given a sign while Creedy tracked down the address to the restaurant. 'It's a sign, I just know it.'


The Winchesters and Jo ran out of the restaurant, spreading out to look for the thief-

"Whoa!" Liz cried as she tripped on the curb, face-planting onto the parking lot. "Ow."

Dean turned and faced his twin. "Wow, you suck."

"Shut up," Liz growled as Jo helped her up, wincing at the bleeding cuts on her palms and knees, the knees of her jeans were torn. "Ow…ow…ow…ow…"

"Go get the first-aid kit," Jo instructed, helping Liz over to the Impala.

Dean did so and brought it over. "So what, now your luck turns bad?"

"Yes," Liz answered, "and don't you dare ask 'how bad'."

Dean pouted and looked at Sam, who'd joined them after checking the back of the restaurant and he was holding something black. "Got anything?"

"Yeah, that woman was wearin' a wig," Sam confirmed, holding up said item. "We're dealin' with a pro."

"Great," Liz grumbled, wincing as Jo cleaned up her injuries. "And I'm basically screwed."

"Don't worry, Liz," Sam said reassuringly. "We'll get the rabbit's foot and destroy it." And he was relieved when his sister weakly smiled. "I'll call Garcia and see if she can find that woman." And that was when his phone rang, which he answered. "Hello? Hey, Penelope, I was about to call you."

`"Good timing on my part,"` Penelope commented. `"So did you get that box back intact?"`

"Sort of," Sam admitted and quickly updated her on the situation.

`"You're serious?"` Penelope asked, surprised. `"A rabbit's foot that actually works?"`

"When you own it, yes," Sam confirmed. "But since it's been stolen-"

`"Say no more,"` said Penelope. `"If this lady's the same person that paid those two thieves, then I've already tagged several spook names I've managed to find that are connected to several off-shore accounts, and at least two stateside."`

Sam chuckled. "Garcia, I love you."

`"I know sweetie."`

"Ok, we're gonna go talk to the two thieves, and if we can get a name I'll let you know," Sam said, wincing when Liz accidentally hit her knee on the car…hard.

"Owowowowowowowow!"

"Dammit, Liz! Don't hurt my car!"

"I'm not doin' it on purpose!"

`"Sounds like a good idea,"` Penelope agreed, clearly hearing everything in the background.

Sam sighed. "Yeah, call you later, Garcia."

`"Bye."`

Sam clicked his phone off and pocketed it while Jo kept Dean and Liz from going at each other's throats. "Stop it you two," he ordered, going all Jedi, and they did. "Jo, call Bobby and Ellen to update them, please."

Jo nodded and got her phone out to make the call. "Hey, mom, we got a problem…"


After being yelled at by Bobby and lectured by Ellen, Dean drove them back to the apartment while Liz got stung by a hornet, almost caught her foot in the door, and nearly got hit by a guy on a bike.


After a few more close calls, they entered the room, spotting a horseshoe nailed above the door, and Grossman was sitting on a chair all alone since Wayne had died after tripping and impaling himself in the throat with a grilling fork.

"We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot," Dean told him, causally holding his gun in his hand. Sam had suggested using his Jedi ability, but Dean thought it would be more useful to use the guy against the woman instead. "A woman."

"Oh yeah? How do you know that?" Grossman asked, eying them while gripping a whisky bottle in one hand, and a photo of him and Wayne in the other.

"Because she just stole it back from us," Sam explained, and Grossman started laughing.

"Listen man, this is serio-" Liz began, stepping forward and tripped on a wire on the floor, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sending it, and her, crashing to the ground, along with a lamp, which broke upon impact, and she groaned in pain.

Her siblings and Jo all sighed. "Liz, you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm good!" Liz grunted from behind the couch, pulling herself back up while Grossman smirked.

"I want you to tell us her name," Dean said curtly, once he was certain that his twin wasn't going to get hurt…again.

Grossman sneered. "Screw you."

"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner," Jo pointed out.

"What?" Grossman asked, confused.

"It was the rabbit's foot," Sam added.

"You're all crazy," Grossman said incredulously.

"You know we're not," Dean said seriously. "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 sister 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," he explained and was relieved when Grossman began to look worried. "Now I can read people, and I get it," he continued, partly lying and partly using some of the profiling tricks that Morgan had taught him. "You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?"

After a moment, Grossman shook his head and looked down, sadly. "No."


Biggerson's restaurant parking lot…

It was nighttime by the time Kubrick and Creedy arrived in Black Rock. Now he was leaning against the back of his RV, waiting for Creedy, who'd gone inside for some food and find out about where the Winchesters and Jo Hartville had gotten to.

It wasn't long before Creedy came back out, chewing on a garlic knot while the rest of his food was wrapped up in foil, which was shaped like a swan, and tucked under one arm. "No one saw which way they went," he reported. "And their meal was free so there's no credit card trail."

"Don't worry, we'll find 'em," Kubrick said confidently.

Creedy raised his eyebrows, wondering what his friend was getting at. "What makes you so sure?"

Kubrick smiled. "'Cause there's a higher power at work here," he responded, "and we will find the Winchester and Hartville sooner or later, for God is on our side."

Creedy didn't look convinced, especially since he'd heard Kubrick talk like this before, but shrugged instead of arguing. "Ok, I'm gonna look up on yahoo a motel for us to stay at tonight."

"You go and do that," Kubrick agreed, smiling up at the star-filled sky.


Salt Lake City, Utah

Katsu & Katus Law Firm…

'I don't need to be an empath to know that this guy is pissed,' Hannah thought, sitting across the table from Victor Henriksen, Calvin Reidy, and Franklin Katsu, who was sitting next to her. Although there were times when she missed being able to sense the emotions of others, Hannah had quickly gotten used to living without it, and Ricky had done the same, even though Melinda had voiced wistfully that he could still move objects with his mind if he tried.

Over the past week, Henriksen had been interviewing everyone close to her family, including co-workers from both the theater and the library, employees of the trucking company, friends, and even some of her past teachers. When she and Ricky had commented that the feds were asking more questions about them and less about the Winchesters to their dad and grandfather, they hadn't been surprised since it was clear that Henriksen was convinced that they were likely to walk down the same path as the Winchesters.

'Well, I'm about to blow his theory out of the water,' Hannah thought, doing her best to remain calm and relaxed under the cold look that Henriksen was giving her. "Hello, again, sir. Enjoying your stay here?"

"Well enough," Henriksen said curtly, the honest truth was that being in the Mormon state was driving him up the wall. While the field office did provide coffee, he found that a fair number of agents posted to that office were members of the LDS church, and if he or Reidy swore at all, even in frustration at how their investigation was going, they got dark looks in response. "But we're not here to talk about me, Ms. Idris," he continued. "We're here to ask you some questions about yourself and your relationship with the Winchesters."

Hannah nodded. "Of course, sir, ask away."

Henriksen raised his eyebrows, but that was it, and opened the folder in front of him. "As I'm sure you're already aware, Ms. Idris, I've been interviewing people who know you, including a few of your old teachers from your elementary school, middle school, and high school years."

"Well, I'm sure those were interesting interviews," Hannah commented, "and I bet you've already did a full background check on me and my entire family, too."

"Yes, they actually were," Henriksen agreed, "and all of them praised about you working hard in school, despite your, um-"

"My disability?" Hannah suggested, getting two surprised looks from the feds. "I don't consider it an insult, Agent Henriksen, please, continue."

Henriksen cleared his throat and continued. "Yes, despite your disability, and some trouble with bullies, too. You had a lot of bullies growing up, Ms. Idris?"

"Yes, I did and it did make things tough in both the classroom and outside on the playground, too," Hannah answered. "It – it wasn't easy, but I manage to pass my classes thanks to having teachers that understood, good friends, and a loving family, too."

Henriksen nodded and Reidy took down the answers. "Tell me about your disability, your…autism?"

Hannah had to repress a smile, having expected the feds having trouble with this particular question. "Well, what do you want to know?"

Henriksen glanced at Franklin, who just smiled, and he sighed. "What has it been like to grow up with a disability?"

"It wasn't easy," Hannah admitted, choosing her words carefully, and resisted the impulse to play with her engagement ring, feeling nervous. "And since this was back during the 1980s, the doctors who tested me were convinced that it was just some kind of a learning disability, and it was during high school that I was re-tested and it was confirmed that I actually have a form of autism known as Asperger's syndrome. Of course the psychologist that re-tested me says that my autism is very mild and isn't the standard type either."

"What do you mean? Standard type?" Reidy asked, looking up from his note taking.

"When it comes to Asperger's, or any kind of autism," Hannah explained, pausing to take a breath, "the autism itself can ranger from very mild to very serious, and my form of autism is very mild, and another thing about Asperger's, is that someone who has this type of autism, one will have either very sensitive skin, or very good hearing, and I have very good hearing."

Henriksen was surprised by how well Hannah was answering his questions, but he didn't let it show, and he continued with his questions, hoping to catch her out somehow, and if not about herself, then about the Winchesters. "Let's continue…"


Black Rock, New York…

Once they had the name, the Winchesters and Jo left the apartment, and Dean was getting ready to call both Bobby and Penelope when the bad luck hit Liz again.

"Ew! I just stepped in gum!" she protested and tried to get rid of it by scrapping the bottom of her boot on the edge of the sidewalk.

Dean let out an annoyed sigh and made the call to Bobby while Sam set up his laptop on top of the Impala and contacted Penelope. "Hey, guys, we got a name."

`"That's good,"` said Bobby, relieved. `"And I've got some good news, too. Wasn't easy but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick."`

`"You mean we found that cleansing ritual,"` Ellen countered and it wasn't hard to imagine the annoyed expression on Bobby's face.

`"Whatever,"` Bobby grumbled. `"Anyway, you're still gonna need the rabbit's foot for it to work."`

"Well, we managed to get the name that was given to the guy she'd hired," Sam told them all.

`"That's great,"` said Penelope, `"tell me the name and I'll work my magic."`

Both Dean and Sam chuckled, and even Liz had to smile at her cheerful tone, having given up getting the gum off her boot after Jo pulled out a container of gum remover from her bag and got to work on it.

"Ok, according to the guy, the name she gave them was Lugosi," Sam told her, and Penelope immediately began typing, getting a hit within seconds.

`"Got her!"` Penelope declared, grinning. `"There's an account under that name and it has an address connected to it, which I'll pull up in a few minutes."`

`"Did you say, Lugosi?"` Bobby asked, and both Sam and Dean nodded. `"Lugosi? Lugos- Aw crap, it's probably Bela."`

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute," Dean remarked.

`"Bela Talbot's her real name,"` Bobby corrected. `"Crossed paths with her once or twice."`

"Well she knew about the rabbit's foot, is she a Hunter?" Liz asked, joining them once Jo got the gum off.

`"Pretty friggin' far from a Hunter, but she knows her way around the territory,"` Bobby explained. `"She's been out of the country. Last I heard she was in the Middle East someplace."`

Dean shrugged. "I guess she's back."

`"Which means seriously bad luck for you,"` Bobby agreed.

Dean groaned. "Great."

`"Well, have no worries, my pretties,"` Penelope announced, grinning.

"You got an address, Garcia?" Jo asked.

`"Yup, Bela Talbot is currently living in an apartment in Queens, New York,"` Penelope confirmed.

"Thanks, Garcia," said Sam, glad that they were once step closer to getting the rabbit's foot back and breaking the curse before anything else happen to Liz. 'She's not goin' downstairs on my watch.'

`"No problem,"` Penelope said happily. `"Let me know if you need anything else, guys."`

"We will," Dean promised before Penelope signed off and Sam closed the laptop. "Also, thanks for findin' that ritual, Bobby."

`"Just look out for your sister, ya idjit,"` Bobby told him both curtly and fondly before hanging up.

"So, how long will it take to get there?" Jo asked.

"Two hours," Liz answered, "but I think Sam and Dean should go after Bela since it's likely that my bad luck could get us all killed."

"Do you have an idea, Liz?" Sam asked.

Liz nodded. "Yeah, lock me in a motel room, duct tape me to a chair if you have to, guys. 'Cause I'll take that over dyin' in a car crash that could ruin the Impala."

"Good idea," Dean agreed, not wanting to lose either his sister or the car. "Jo, you can stay with Liz."

"Why me?" Jo asked. "No offense, Liz, but I could help get that foot with you guys."

"No, you need to look after Liz," Sam told her. "I'll go with Dean and I can use my abilities to get the rabbit's foot back."

Jo pouted, but Liz considered it a good idea. "All right, let's find a motel before anything else happens to me."


It wasn't long before they found a motel and got both Liz and Jo checked into a room, where Liz promptly grabbed a chair, set it in the center of the room, and immediately sat down, much to the amusement of her siblings and Jo.

"Get back soon."

"We will."

However, little did any of them know, Kubrick and Creedy were staying at the same motel, sleeping in the RV even though Creedy had wanted to check into a room.


Queens, New York…

In less than two hours, thanks mainly to Sam's abilities of keeping law enforcement off their back, and even getting traffic to work for them, it wasn't long before they reached the city and found the apartment just a little after dawn.

"According to the address that Penelope found, Bela lives on the fifth floor," Sam told Dean as they found a place to park and got out of the car. "And I bet she has a top of the line security system, too."

Dean grinned. "Well, it might be top of the line, but I bet that it's no match for your abilities, Sammy."

Sam chuckled. "I was just thinkin' the same thing." And they both headed for the apartment's entrance.


Black Rock, New York

Motel…

Liz and Jo had just finished eating a couple of breakfast sandwiches that the motel provided when the AC unit in the wall started making a clunking, grinding sound, and smoke started to pour out.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Liz groaned. "I – I didn't even go near it."

No sooner were the words out of her mouth when the unit caught fire and both Jo and Liz jumped out of their chairs, yelping.

"Stay there," Jo ordered as she got out the fire extinguisher from the closest and used it on the AC unit, dosing the whole area until the flames were finally out. "There."

"You sure?" Liz asked, slowly inching forward until she was standing next to the edge of the second bed.

Jo nodded and straightened up. "Yup, it's completely out."

Liz was relieved. "That's great." And she began to turn – only to end up tripping on the bed, resulting in her staggering backwards. "Whoa!"

"Liz!" Jo darted forward, but Liz grabbed the curtain, which tore, and she fell to the floor, knocking herself out. "Dammit," she cursed, kneeling down to check on her friend and was relieved to see that she was still breathing. Wondering what else could to go wrong, she stood back up and faced the window, freezing at the sight.

Kubrick and Creedy were staring in through the window directly at her.

'Oh shit!' she thought, reaching for the gun she kept in the back of her pants as the two hunters started heading for the door, and she wondered if this day was going to get any worse.


Queens, New York

Bela's apartment…

Bela had always enjoyed living the high life, including being the proud owner of a purebred Seal Point Siamese cat she'd rescued from an animal shelter that had been harming the cats, dogs, and various other animals that they were suppose to find good homes for.

She had many such apartments scattered all over the world, and they were all richly decorated and they all contained varied valuable artifacts, plus they all were wired up with the latest security systems. At the moment, she was arguing with the person who'd asked her to obtain the rabbit's foot.

"Because you shook on one point five," Bela snapped, with a thick British accent, into her phone as she left her bedroom, walked down a flight of stairs, passed two security monitors, and walked into the kitchen area, petting her cat, Isis. "Well maybe I should just take it somewhere else?" she then rolled her eyes. "Don't threaten me, Luke," she warned. "Despite your reputation you don't scare me." She then smiled when she heard Luke's response. "Well I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour."

Pleased, she clicked her phone off, set it down, and then used a pair of kitchen tongs to pick up the rabbit's foot. 'Hmm, it won't be long now.' And then her cat hissed in warning. Frowning, she walked over to the security monitors and checked them, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

'Isis wouldn't hiss like that unless there's something really wrong.' Deciding to play it safe, she set the tongs holding the rabbit's foot down on the counter, opened the wine cooler and extracted a gun from it before moving through the living room toward the front door.

Bela frowned when she saw that the door was ajar. 'This isn't good.' She cautiously approached the door, when she heard a beeping noise, and she turned toward the source. The alarm system panel was flashing ERROR, and there was a bright yellow Post-It stuck to the panel that read TURN AROUND.

Just then, Dean appeared behind her, his gun drawn, and she turned and raised her gun, too.

"You left without your tip," Dean said calmly.

Bela smirked, and Dean raised his eyebrows. "I suppose I did."

"You took something from my sister," Dean told her, slowly backing toward the kitchen and Bela followed, keeping their guns on each other. "And you're gonna give it back."

Bela laughed. "Sweetie, no I'm not."

"Yeah, we'll see," Dean retorted. "Bela, right?"

"That's right, Dean," Bela said, smirking at Dean's surprised expression. "I've done my research, so I know all about you and your siblings, Elizabeth and Sam."

'Damn, and I thought it was annoying when my friends at the BAU did that.' Dean did his best to compose himself. "You know the thing's cursed, don't you?" he asked.

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

This was news to Dean. "Really?"

"There's a lucrative market out there," Bela explained. "A lot of money to be made." She then chuckled. "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," Dean said, realization dawning on his face, "about what's really going on out there and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?"

Bela shook her head. "I procure unique items for a select clientele."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah. A thief."

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

Dean smirked. "In other words, you see yourself as Catwoman don't you?"

Bela smiled. "Something like that. So where is your siblings? I was under the impression that you rarely go anywhere without them."

"Like I'm goin' to tell you," Dean countered. "Look Bela, my sister, she touched the foot. And when you took it from her, her luck went from-"

I know how it works," Bela answered.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "So then you know she's gonna die unless we can destroy it."

"Oh…" Bela said sincerely. "You can have the foot." And an expression of relief began to appear on Dean's face. "For one point five million," she added, with an insincere tone.

"Nice. Yeah, I'll just call my Banker," Dean said sarcastically. "How'd you even find the damn thing? It's been stuck in the back of some storage place, middle of nowhere for the past ten years."

Instead of answering, Bela looked over her shoulder and Dean followed her gaze to an Ouija Board and planchette sitting on the mantle. "I just asked a few of the ghosts of the people that it killed," she answered. "They were very attuned to its' location."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?" he asked.

"Being a Hunter is so much more noble?" Bela retorted. "A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?"

Dean scowled, not liking that profile in the slightest, although it fit Gordon to a T. "Well aren't you a glass half-full?"

Bela smirked. "We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride."

"I actually agree with you there," Dean joked and began backing toward the front hallway. "Anyhoo, this has been charming but uh, look at the time. Oh and this?" he then revealed the rabbit's foot in his hand, and Bela was 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."

Scowling, Bela raised her gun toward him, and suddenly found that she couldn't move. "What-?" and it was then that Sam came out of hiding…directly behind her. "How'd you do that?" she asked when he was standing in front of her with a mixture of shock and anger at being caught out.

"Clearly your research didn't tell you everything about me," Sam remarked, removing the gun from her hand and set on the counter next to Isis, who purred when he rubbed her head. "And I'm sure that you've talked with other hunters who had some interesting things to say about me, but it doesn't matter since I'm a good person and both Dean and I will do anything to protect our sister. Normally I don't like making anyone do anything, but our sister is more important then you are, Bela. So, you're not to follow us," he ordered to the immovable woman, "and you're not going to come after us for the rabbit's foot either…consider it a lost cause."

"If you take that foot, then I'm going to have a very angry client on my hands," Bela told him, still unable to move and knew that she wasn't going to get the rabbit's foot back at all because of the orders implanted in her mind.

"That's your problem, lady," Dean told her as Sam joined him and he pocketed the rabbit's foot.

Bela glared at them in a way that made the brothers glad that the saying "if looks could kill" was just a saying. "And what will happen should we ever cross paths again?"

"I guess we'll worry about that bridge when we come to it," Sam remarked. "Goodbye, Bela." And they left the apartment.

Moments later, Bela found that she could move again, and she promptly collapsed on the couch, where Isis joined her, purring as she petted her soft fur. 'Well, it's true that the Winchesters do value family above anything else, and the price of revenge for messing with them is very high indeed.'

At some point, she knew that she would probably cross paths with the Winchesters again, and when she did, she would get back at them, even if it weren't directly.

'They will pay for messing with me.'


Black Rock, New York

Motel…

`"…we just need to know where her brothers are and we'll leave."`

`"And I told you that I don't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell either of you."`

`"Come on, Jo, we just want Sam Winchester is all."`

`"You honestly think I'm going to tell you where he is, Kubrick? I know you're workin' with Gordon."`

This is what Liz was hearing when she slowly came to and gingerly rubbed the back of her head, which was pounding. 'What's going on now?'

"You and the Winchesters were at the Devil's Gate, Hartville," said the tallest of two men, who were clearly hunters, and both hand guns trained on Jo, who had her own gun trained on them. "You all were there when the gate opened."

"And I've told you that we were trying to keep the gate from opening," Jo retorted angrily. "The guy who did open the gate is dead, and it had nothing to do with Sam."

Liz groaned just then, partly in pain, and the two hunters looked at her.

"Oh! Sleeping Beauty's wakin' up!" said the second hunter.

"Stay there, Liz," Jo advised, her voice hard with anger, "I've got this covered."

"We've got you outnumbered," the first hunter told her, smirking. "Now where is Sam Winchester? We just want him and that's it."

"He isn't here," Liz said, propping herself up on her elbows so that she could see better, "and we're not gonna tell you where he is." She then looked at Jo. "Who are these two jokers?"

"Kubrick and Creedy," Jo answered grimly.

Liz scowled, recognizing the names, and glared at the two men. "You murdered Scott Carey, and you both helped Gordon escape, didn't you?" she asked.

The taller man Kubrick, nodded. "Yes, I was the one to eliminate that particular threat."

"Scott wasn't a threat," Liz countered furiously. "And you killed him in front of his dad! You scumbag!"

Kubrick smirked. "You would say that, girly, considering what your brother is."

"My brother is a normal, regular person," Liz snarled. "I don't know what Gordon told you, bastard, but my brother is human, and nothing else!"

"Listen, we just want Sam," Creedy told them, "and this standoff is gettin' old, so just tell us where Sam is, and we'll leave."

"For the last time, Sam isn't here and neither is Dean," Jo snapped. "So, despite what you might've heard, the Winchesters aren't connected to the hips."

Liz had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the bewildered expressions on Kubrick and Creedy's faces. "It's true."

Creedy glanced at Kubrick. "Well, maybe we should go since it's clear that her brothers aren't here."

Kubrick sighed and faced his friend. "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."

"Um, actually-" Liz began.

"Shut up!" Kubrick snapped. "It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do his work. This is destiny."

Just then there was the sound a gun cocking, and both Kubrick and Creedy turned to find Dean standing behind them in the doorway with pieces of broken door scattered at his feet, and Liz realized that Kubrick and Creedy had smashed the door in.

"Nope," Dean corrected him. "No destiny, just a rabbit's foot. So who are these two nut jobs?"

"Kubrick's the guy who killed Scott and both he and Creedy here are part of the group that freed Gordon," Jo informed them. "And they want Sam."

Dean scowled. "You're not getting my brother," he told them coldly and then set his gun down, which surprised everyone in the room.

"Dean?" Liz asked, worried.

"Don't worry, sis," Dean said confidently, reaching for a pen. "I've got this covered…for this is my lucky day." And he tossed the pen toward Kubrick's gun, and it lodged itself in the barrel. The others were instantly impressed, and Dean laughed. "Oh my God, did you see that shot!?"

Creedy lunged at Dean with his gun, but Dean easily sidestepped and the older man ran straight into the wall, falling backwards and hitting the floor, knocking himself out. Kubrick stared at the pen in the barrel for a few moments before trying to dislodge it.

Dean grinned. "I'm amazing." He then picked up the TV remote from the table and threw it hard at Kubrick, who was just about to aim for him again. It hit Kubrick right between the eyes, knocking him out cold, and he dropped like a stone. "I'm Batman."

"Yeah," Sam said sarcastically upon entering behind him. "You're Batman." And Dean pouted.

"Please tell me that you got the rabbit's foot," Liz said hopefully, gingerly getting to her feet, wincing at the ache in her head.

Dean grinned and held it up. "Got it right here."


A/N: That's it for this chapter. R&R everyone!