When Sam and Dean got back from fighting changelings they had a lot of cuts and slashes on them, so I had to fix them up. A few hours later we were on the road again, and I needed sleep, not even Sam and Dean's fighting could wake me.
I woke up when we were just outside of Buffalo, New York.
"What are we doing here?" I asked as we got out of the car.
"Dad had storage stuff here. Someone broke into it." Dean answered.
We got into a big metal elevator and went down. Then we walked down a hallway until we got to box 821. Dean unlocked it and when we opened the door there was a demon's trap and footprints and blood.
"No demons aloud." Sam commented.
"Blood." Dean said, "Check this out."
There was a trip wire in the entrance.
"Whoever came in here got attacked." Sam said.
"Dear old dad. I see two sets of footprints. Looks like this was a two man job. And our friend with the buck shot in him kept walking." Dean responded.
"So what's the deal? Dad did work here or something?" Sam asked.
"Living the high life as usual." Dean replied.
We walked around a little and until I heard Dean say, "1995."
"No way." Sam said taking to trophy from Dean, "That's my division soccer championship trophy. I can't belive he kept this."
"It was probably the closest you ever came to being a boy." Dean commented.
"Oh, wow." Dean said picking up a gun. "This is my first saw off. I made it myself. Sixth grade."
Then we walked into a caged off part.
"Look at all this stuff. Dad had landmines, which they didn't take. Or the guns." Dean said.
"Guess they knew what they were after." I commented.
"Hey, check this out." Sam said.
We looked over to see boxes with symbols on them.
"Those symbols. That's binding magic. These are curse boxes." Sam continued.
"Curse boxes. They're suppose to keep the mojo in like the Pandora deal, right?" Dean replied.
"Yeah." I answered. "They're built to contain the power of cursed objects."
"Dad's journal did mention a lot of this stuff. You know, dangerous, hexed items, fetishes. He never did say where they ended up." Dean said.
"Yeah. This must be his toxic waste dump." Sam replied. "One box is missing."
"Well maybe they didn't open it." Dean commented.
We were told that the car that the robbers were in parked in front of the security cameras, so we got the license plate and the car. We drove around town until we found it. It was parked in front of an apartment building. We found out the room and Dean unlocked it while Sam and I grabbed out guns.
"Freeze, freeze!" Dean yelled as we got into the livingroom.
"Dont move!" Sam yelled.
"Alright, give us the box." Dean said. "And please tell me that you didn't open it."
"Oh, they did." I said as I looked at the open curse box on the table.
"You opened it?!" Dean yelled as he pinned one guy to the wall.
"Are you guys cops!?" The guy asked.
"What was in the box?" Dean asked.
The guy looked at the coffee table and there was a rabbit's foot.
"Oh is that it? It was wasn't it?" Dean asked and the guy nodded. "What is that thing?"
The guy shoved Dean and Dean dropped his gun. The gun went off and it shot Sam's gun and Sam dropped it. I shot at the guy but I missed terribly. Then everything was chaos.
"Guys I have it." sam said after he kicked on of the guys off him.
"No you don't." The guys said as he aimed for Sam's chest with his gun.
He tried to shoot Sam but he was out of bullets. Then he tripped over the broken table and knocked himself unconscious.
"Sam!" Dean yelled as the other guy with a gun tried to stand up and shoot him but was also knocked unconscious by falling books.
"Well that was a lucky break." Dean commented. "is that a rabbit's foot?"
"I think it is." Sam answered.
We drove to a parking lot of a convenience store and Dean went inside while Sam and I stayed in the car.
"I'm not finding anything on it in dad's journal." Sam said as Dean got into the car.
Dean grabbed lottery tickets and gave them to Sam.
"Come on Dean." Sam sighed.
"What? That was my gun he was aiming at your head and my gun doesn't jam. So that was a lucky break." Dean replied.
"It's got to be cursed somehow." Sam said as he scratched a ticket and gave it to Dean.
Twelve hundred dollars. You just won twelve hundred dollars." Dean said. "I don't know man, doesn't seem cursed to me."
Dean gave him more to scratch then Sam called Bobby about it. Then we went inside a restaurant.
"Hi, table for three please." Sam said.
"Congratulations!" The guy exclaimed as he grabbed a giant check. "You are the one millionth customer."
"Bobby's right about the lore." Sam said as he shut his computer. "Its some major hoodoo."
"Excuse me." I said as I got out of the booth and into the bathroom. After I made sure no one was in there I threw up in the toilet. When I was done I walked out of the bathroom to see Sm hit a waiter and food fall all over.
"How is that lucky?" I asked as I ran over to them.
Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out the inside of the pocket. No rabbit's foot.
"Son of a bitch." Dean said before they walked toward the door.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"The waitress stole it." Sam told me before we ran.
We were running across the parking lot before Sam fell.
"Wow, you suck." Dean said as I helped him up.
"Now what, so your luck turns bad?" Dean asked as I looked at his ripped jeans and bloody knees.
"I guess." Sam replied.
"I wonder how bad." Dean commented.
We walked to the Impala and drove to the guys house where they had the rabbit foot in the first place.
"Oh, man. What do you want?" He said when we walked in.
"We heard about your friend. Bad luck." Dean answered.
"Piss off." He said.
"Look, we know you hired someone to steal that rabbit's foot-a woman." Dean responded.
"Yeah? How do you know that?" He asked.
"Cause she just stole it back from us." Dean answered.
He laughed.
"Look, man this is-" Sam was interrupted by tripping over a wire and knocking over a radio. While trying to catch it he fell, knocking over a lamp.
"Sam, you okay?" I asked.
"I'm good." He replied.
"I want you to tall us her name." Dean said.
"Screw you." Was his response.
"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your friend." Dean commented.
"What?"
"It was the rabbit's foot." I answered.
"You're crazy." He replied.
"You know that we're not. You saw what it the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And my brother's next." Dean responded.
After he told us her name we left. When we got outside Bobby called Dean. They were talking and I turned to Sam when I heard a splash.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I lost my shoe." Sam said with puppy eyes.
I patted his back a few times before we got into the Impala and drove to a motel.
" Bobby said that this Bela chick lives in Queens. So it will take me about two hours to get there." Dean said.
"What are we doing then?" Sam asked.
"You my brother, are staying here with Ally so your bad luck doesn't get us killed." Dean replied.
"What am I even supposed to do Dean?" Sam asked as we walked into a room.
"Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here and don't move." Dean said as he pulled out a chair.
"Don't turn on the light. Don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose. Ally, watch him." Dean said before leaving.
I sat on the bed and turned on the tv. I went into the bathroom to shower. When I opened the door. I saw an unconsious Sam on the ground and tw guys grabbing him. I was about to grab a gun before one of them grabbed me and then elbowed me in the head, knocking me out.
I woke up duct taped to a chair and there was a gun pointed at Sam's head.
"No." Dean said. "No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot."
"Put the gun down son or you'll be scraping brain off the wall." The man said.
"Oh this?" Dean asked motioning to his gun.
"Yes. That." The man said.
"Okay." Dean said putting his gun down, "But, you see, there's something about me that you don't know."
"Yeah, what would that be?" He asked as he pointed his gun at Dean.
Dean grabbed a pen and looked at the guy, "It's my lucky day."
Dean tossed the pen and it jammed inside the gun.
"Oh my god, did you see that shot?' Dean exclaimed.
Another guy ran at Dean, but Dean dodged him and the guy ran into the wall.
"I'm amazing." Dean sai as he threw the remote and the guy with the un and knocked him out.
"I'm Batman." Dean said
"Yeah, Dean. You're Batman." Sam said sarcastically.
Once we got untied, we got the ingredients to a spell to get rid o the rabbit's foot and headed toward a cemetary.
"Alright. We're ready." Sam said.
"Hold on." Dean said, scratching off a lottery ticket.
"Dean-" Sam started.
"Shut it, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon." Dean said.
He put the tickets in his jacket pocket.
"All good bye to wascawy wabbit." Dean said holding up the foot.
We turned when we heard a gun cock.
"I think you'll find that belongs to me." A girl said. "Put the foot down, honey."
"No. You ain't gonna shoot anybody. You see. I can read people. You may be a thief but you ain't-" Dean was cut off when she shot Sam.
"Son of a-"
"Back off, tiger. Bela said.
I helped Sam up and held pressure to his wound.
"You I can't miss. But your brother, I can't miss." Bela said.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just go around shooting people!' Dean yelled.
"Relax. It's a shoulder hit. I can aim." She responded. "Put the rabbit's foot on the ground. Now."
"All right." Dean said as he started to lower it. "Think fast."
Dean threw it up and Bela caught it. "Damn."
"Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly ass thing?" Dean asked.
"Thanks very much." She said as she dropped it into the coal, "I'm out of one and a half million and on the bad side of very powerful and very psychotic buyer."
"Wow, I really don't feel bad about that. Sam." Dean said.
"Nope, not even a little." Sam replied.
"Have a nice night boys." Bela said.
I smiled after she disappeared.
"Dean." I said.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"She just took your lottery tickets."
Dean walked over to his jacket and searched his pockets.
"Son of a bitch! He yelled.
If you haven't noticed already, I've been updating every Tuesday. But when I really want to get a chapter out, like the christmas special, I update almost every day.