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Episode Summary:

Angel, Sam and Dean answer a call on their dad's old cell phone, alerting them someone has broken into John's secret storage room in New York. They discover a cursed rabbit's foot has been stolen and call Bobby for help. He advises them to beware of the foot because anyone who touches it will receive an extreme amount of good luck, but once the foot is lost that person will die. Unfortunately, Sam has already handled the foot and the three of them must rush to save him once it's stolen.

Inside a prison…

A hunter named Kubrick stood still as a correctional officer swiped him down with a metal detector before he entered the prison visitors area. He sat down on the other side of a window in front of Gordon Walker and picked up the two-way phone.

"It's true. A Devil's Gate was opened in Wyoming." At his words, Gordons head came up grimly, "Big. St Helen's big." He held up a photo of where the Devil's Gate was, "There's no solid fix on how many demons got out, but it's in the hundreds- an army."

"Sam Winchester was there. Wasn't he?"

"Talked to a guy who knows a guy who knows Bobby Singer, and yeah, it looks like the Winchesters were at ground zero when the gate was popped, but Singer said they went in there to stop it."

"Mhn-mhn." Gordon shook his head, "Bobby's edge ain't what it used to be. Sam could have him believing anything by now."

"Listen Gordon, as far as talk goes? Sam Winchester checks out. He's a hunter, that's all."

"That's all?" At Kubrick's nod, Gordon laughed, "Kubrick, I'm not even sure he's human." Kubrick laughed nervously, catching Gordons eye, "You think I'm crazy? I told you there was a war coming- six months ago. Take a look around. It's here. Now I'm telling you this boy is a part of it. Track him down, Kubrick. You'll come to see it too. Sam Winchester must die."

With another grim look Gordon hung up the phone before getting up and heading back to his cell.

On the highway…

The Impala was traveling along a quiet, dark road as the three Winchester siblings were in the middle of an argument.

"Because Demon, that's why!" Dean yelled, "I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!"

"No one was chatting, Dean."

"Really Sam?" Angel interjected, "Because if you weren't just chatting then why the hell didn't you exorcise the bitch?"

"Because - because she said she might be able to help us out!"

"How?" Dean pressed making Sam pause, "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?"

"She told me she could help Angel, okay?"

"Help me?" Angel scoffed from the backseat, "What does that mean?"

"Help you out of the crossroads deal."

"And you believed her?!" She bulked at him incredulously, "Sam, what the hells wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you?"

"She knows what your weakness is- it's us." Dean added, "What else did she say?" At Sam's silence he pressed, "Dude?"

"Nothing." He paused again before shaking his head, "Nothing, okay?! Look, I'm not an idiot guys. I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean, we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it."

"Listen Sam, working with a demon is never an option okay? It's not." Angel studied his face, "You're feeling fine right? Like totally okay?"

"I'm fine. Why are you always asking me that?!"

"Because I'm a concerned sister, thats why! Youre talking about working with demons, Sam, I'm just wanting to know your head is screwed on right."

Before Sam could comment a phone started to ring interrupting him. Sam sighed and reached for his own but shook his head.

"It's not mine."

Angel went for hers, "Me either."

Dean reached for his, "Nope." He paused, "Check the glove compartment, it's probably Dad's."

Sam looked at him curiously, "Dads?"

"Yes, I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call."

Sam opened the glove compartment, found John's phone and answered, "Hello? Yes… this is Edgar Casey… No! No, no, don't- don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I uh, I don't have my book in front of me…" He gestured to Angel for a pen who quickly handed him one, "Do you- do you have the address so I can… Sure, okay. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot." He hung up the call and turned to his siblings, "Dad ever tell you guys he kept a container at a storage place?"

Angel's eyebrows rose, "He had a storage container

"Yup… Outside of Buffalo."

"No way."

"Yeah, and someone just broke into it."

Inside of an RV…

Kubrick and fellow hunter Creedy were cleaning and checking weapons inside the RV.

"So you got no hard evidence on this Winchester guy." Creedy commented, "You're just working off Gordon's instincts?"

"You ever hunt with Gordon?"

"No." He shrugged, "I heard he's good."

"Good?" Kubrick laughed, "He's the best, saved my ass more times than I can count. So if he says Sam Winchester's dangerous, I believe him."

"He's gonna be covering his tracks. Won't be easy to find."

Kubrick smirked, "Last I got puts him in Nebraska three weeks back."

"Not exactly a fresh lead."

"He ain't invisible, Creedy. Some hunter out there knows something, so we start calling out contacts. All we need is one break."

Kubrick got up from the table and looked over at Creedy, who had taken some kind of plastic 3D Jesus out of an overhead cupboard and was fiddling with it. Behind him sat a black velvet Jesus, in a frame.

Kubrick gave him a look, "Don't play with my Jesus."

Back with the Winchesters…

Dean mumbled with a frown as they made their way inside the storage facility, "Man…"

Sam turned, "What?"

"Just Dad. You know, him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man."

"Yeah… i feel that." Angel scoffed, "You'd think he'd have enough sense to trust his own kids but nope."

"Well, we're about to learn something."

Sam commented as Dean unlocked the padlock and opened the sliding door. The three of them held their flashlights at the ready as they entered. On the dusty floor of the container was a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

Sam looked to them as he studied the place, "No demons allowed."

"Nope." Angel knelt down and motioned to a tripwire that was attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull, "But we got blood and a booby trap."

"Whoever broke in here got tagged."

"Dear old dad." Dean smirked then motioned, "I got two sets of boot treads here, looks like it was a two-man job, and our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking."

"So…" Angel continued looking around, "Any idea why he had this place? Like he did work here or something. Maybe he kept something here we should know about?"

"Living the high life, as usual."

Dean mumbled with a shrug as they ventured further inside. He aimed his flashlight on the skull and shook his head, laughing. Sam looked over a desk while Dean picked up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.

Dean read from it, "1995."

"No way!" Sam exclaimed coming over, "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this."

"Yeah…" Dean eyed him, "It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy." Dean wandered over to another find, "Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself." He laughed and pumped the shotgun, "Sixth grade."

"Hey…" Angel grinned from further down, "He kept my first knife collection. I haven't seen these for ages."

Sam moved further into the container and opened a door to a back room, noticing the chain on the door had been cut. The three entered and passed their flashlights over the scene.

"Holy crap." Dean scoffed, "Look at this, he had freakin' land mines… Which they didn't take. Or the guns."

"Which means whoever was here knew exactly what they came for." Angel grumbled, "Which can't be good."

Sam spotted several boxes inscribed with symbols on a far shelf and walked over.

"Hey guys, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are cursed boxes."

"Cursed boxes?" Dean repeated, "They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kinda like the Pandora deal?"

"Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object."

"Remember all that stuff in dad's journal?" Angel asked, "The- the dangerous hexed items, fetishes… He never did say where they ended up. Maybe they're here."

"Yeah, well this must be his toxic waste dump." Sam noticed a rectangular shape in the dust and ran his finger along the dust, "One box is missing… Great."

Dean huffed, " Maybe they didn't open it."

Angel scoffed, "Fat chance."

Inside Wayne and Grossman's apartment…

Inside the apartment of petty thieves, Wayne and Grossman, Wayne was sitting on the couch, his left shoulder bleeding from a gunshot wound. The missing curse box sat on their coffee table as Grossman eyed it.

"Come on man, let's open it."

"Shut up about the damn box!" Wayne yelled, "Do you see what's happening here? I am literally bleeding to death!"

"Uh…" Grossman fidgeted, "I'm gonna open it."

"Grossman!"

"Look what if this is really worth something? What, we should just hand it over to her? Hey, we took all the risk. Hell, Wayne, you got shot, and all for a lousy few hundred bucks. Now we could make more, selling whatever it is ourselves."

Grossman broke open the lock on the box with a knife and lifted the lid. Wayne got up from the couch to see what's inside.

Grossman frowned, "Huh?"

"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!" Wayne angrily picked up the object, "It's a rabbit's foot- It's a rabbit's foot, Grossman! I'm gonna die for a damn rabbit's foot." The two of them were interrupted by loud banging on the front door, "Oh great, now what?"

Wayne slammed the rabbit's foot down on the table while Grossman answered the door, "Oh, hey Foster."

"Hey, listen guys, not to be a drag or nothing but it's six o'clock in the morning!"

"Right…"

"Can't you keep it down?!"

"No we…" Grossman frowned and motioned behind him to Wayne, "Just got a situation here is all, sorry."

Foster looked to a bloody Wayne and frowned deeper, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Shotgun happened to me."

Foster walked over to him before turning back to Grossman, "Hey Grossman? Under my sink there's a medical kit, and get some water boiling." As he nodded and left, Foster checked Waynes wound, "I used to be an Army Medic you know, in 'Nam? So I guess this is your lucky day."

Outside the apartment block…

The three pulled up in the alley beside the apartment block, next to another car. Dean leaned out and checked the car's plates.

"Connecticut. Last three digits 880."

"Yep." Sam nodded, "That's it."

Dean clicked his tongue, "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera…"

Once in the building the three Winchesters burst into Wayne and Grossman's room with their guns drawn.

"Freeze! Freeze! Nobody move!"

"Don't move!"

"He said don't move! Freeze!"

Wayne looked up in confusion, "What is this?"

As he got up Sam tensed, "Stop!"

"Alright, give us the box." Dean walked over, "And please tell me that you didn't-"

Sam studied the open container then his siblings, "Oh they did."

"You opened it?" Angel scoffed, "How stupid are you idiots?"

Dean shoved Wayne against the wall who tensed and stared at him with wide eyes, "Are you three cops?"

"Huh?"

"Are you cops?!"

"No, we're not cops, dumbass." Angel came up beside them, "Now, when you opened it, what was in it? Hm? What was in the box?"

Wayne glanced over at the coffee table where a rabbit's foot sat.

Dean followed his gaze, "Oh, was that it? It was, wasn't it?" He frowned, "What is that thing?"

Wayne used Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand. It fell to the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet ricocheted off a radiator and hit Sam's gun, causing him to drop it. Then hit Angel's gun so she dropped hers as well. The same bullet then ricocheted again and broke a lamp. Sam and Grossman both go for Sam's gun in the same second but Grossman pushed Sam into Angel who catapulted into Dean and then hit the floor face first with a hard thud. Dean fell back on the coffee table, launching the rabbit's foot into the air.

Sam put his hands out apologetically after seeing what happened, "Sorry!"

Grossman threw himself at Sam, sending them both to the floor, and then started punching Sam in the face. Wayne grabbed Dean's gun and as he picked it up and aimed for Sam, he hit Dean square under the chin as he got up, knocking him down again. When he heard Angel get up he swung around and fired the gun in her direction. As she flailed to get away she tumbled over the couch and back onto the floor.

Grossman was now trying to strangle Sam as he desperately tried to reach for the rabbit's foot, which was almost out of reach. Sam just managed to grab it before knocking Grossman's hands away from his throat and kicking him back into a corner.

Sam got up triumphantly, "Guys, I got it!"

Wayne moved forward and cocked Dean's gun in Sam's face, "No, you don't."

Angel got up, in a panic, "Sammy!"

Grossman got his hands on Sam's gun while Wayne pulled the trigger. The gun jammed and Wayne panicked as he tried to clear the chamber, while Dean got up and tried to stop him. Angel scrambled for her gun, surprising Wayne who stumbled back, tripped over a rug and fell back over the couch, knocking himself out. The three Winchesters looked at each other, confused.

Grossman got up and tried to point the gun at Sam. Dean tensed but Angel raised her gun to him as soon as she got it.

"Sam, get down!"

As Grossman moved to get out of the way of her shot, the books on the shelves behind him suddenly fell off and onto his head, knocking him out cold. Sam's gun flew out of his hand and Sam caught it.

Dean looked at him astounded, "That was a lucky break!" He paused, frowning at the thing Sam was holding, "Is that a rabbit's foot?!"

Sam held it up, "I think it is."

Angel scoffed, putting her gun away and looking at the two men on the floor, "All that for a damn rabbit's foot?"

"Apparently a magic rabbit's foot."

Biggerson's restaurant parking lot…

Dean walked over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands. He got in, joining Sam and Angel.

Sam shook his head, "I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal."

Dean grinned and held up several scratch cards in front of them.

Angel scoffed, "Dean, no way! Not happening."

"What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at Sam's head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break." He handed a scratcher off to Sam, "Here, scratch one."

"I don't think we should be actively using a cursed object to win the lottery." Angel leaned forward, "There's gotta be a catch. There's always a catch, Dean."

"Well if that's true, then we'll deal." Dean handed over a coin and a card to Sam, "C'mon Sam, scratch and win!"

"Dean, Angels right." Sam said as he begrudgingly takes them from Dean and begins scratching the card, "It's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up."

When he handed the card back, Dean broke out into a grin, "$1200… You just won $1200!" He laughed and hollered, "I don't know, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!"

With a grin, he handed Sam another card expectantly.

Back in Wayne and Grossmans

Wayne and Grossman were still laid out on the floor as Wayne came to and got up with a groan.

"Grossman. Grossman, get up." Wayne kicked an empty beer bottle causing it to roll in the kitchen before nudging Grossman with his foot, "Hey, Grossman, get up. Hey!"

When he still didn't stir, Wayne walked into the kitchen, stepping over the beer bottle as he headed to the sink. He removed two plates, a colander and a large BBQ carving fork and placed them in the drainer. Once he turned on the tap he splashed water on his face and dried off with a dish cloth.

"Hey, Grossman. Grossman!"

Wayne went to walk back out of the kitchen, but his foot caught on the beer bottle in the middle of the floor. He tripped and fell backwards, landing on the fork he placed in the drainer.

Grossman came to just then, getting up once he heard the sound of choking. He walked into the kitchen and saw Wayne impaled on the fork, running from the back of his neck out through his mouth. He was still gurgling as he died and Grossman screamed in horror.