We pulled up in an alleyway outside of a brownish apartment building. Look like the exact place some low level thieves would live. Sam had gotten into the security feed for the storage unit place and found their licence plate, idjits.

Dean leaned his head out of the window of the Impala to look at another car. "Connecticut. Last three digits 880." Bingo.

"Yep, that's it," Sam confirmed.

"Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera." My thoughts exactly, but I decided that Dean would have the witty one liner this time. He looked like he needed it.

As we quietly walked up the stairs to the correct apartment building after Sam figured out that the car was registered to a Grossman, yeah real name and everything, it was easy to find their apartment number; I was thinking more and more about the boys and how tense they were sometimes.

I would mention something about the future and it was like someone died. I mentioned me graduating in a little more than a year and saying that if they were in town they should stop by. I would have thought Dean would jump at the idea to try with excited drunk girls who just got out of college and are looking for a stupid thing to do. But no, there was just silence and then Sam gave me a placating, "Sure, maybe."

We found the right door and Sam knelt down to pick the lock but, well he wasn't all that quick so I booted him aside with my hip and went to work. It was an easy one, barley even had to do anything. The boys stepped around me, guns already very much in the air.

I heard one of the guys in the room say, "Royal flush." Poker maybe. I wasn't sure, cards were never my thing. "Grossman, that's the second royal flush in eight hands."

While the boys cleared the bedrooms and the bathroom quickly and quietly I shut the front door with as little noise as possible.

There was only one room left to clear, the living room, the room where the voices were floating in from. "There's no way in hell we're handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now, not after all we've been through. Let's get out of here, let's have some fun." That was our que.

Dean went first yelling, "Freeze! Freeze! Nobody move!"

Sam followed suit yelling, "Don't move."

"Don't move!" I stayed quiet because they guys already had three guns on them, I doubted they would do anything stupid.

One of them asked, "What is this?"

Sam yelled, "Stop!" at him.

Dean moved around the couch to train his gun on the guy with the bandages around his shoulder. He was clearly the one who had been shot. "Alright, give us the box. Please tell me that you didn't," He didn't get to finish that question.

I looked at a rather gross looking side table to see the opened curse box, "Oh they did."

"You opened it!" Dean yelled and pushed the shot up guy against the wall.

"You guys cops?" he cried.

"Huh?" Dean heard his he was just being an ass.

"Are you guys cops?" The guy howled again.

Dean ignored him. "What was in the box?" It took all of my self control not to say Gwyneth Paltrow's head. The guy looked past Dean to some furry thing on the coffee table. Dean followed his gaze. "Oh, was that is, huh? It was wasn't it? What is that thing?"

Suddenly, the guy pushes Dean's arms up causing him to drop the gun he was holding. When it hit the ground it went off for some reason. The bullet apparently ricocheted off something and hit Sam's gun then hit Dean's gun out of my hand. We all stood stunned for half a second. What the actual fuck just happened.

Sam saw Dean's gun on the floor and dove for it at the same time the none injured guy did the same. He pushed Sam to the side and Sam knocked into Dean which sent Dean falling into the coffee table, breaking it. Sam only had a second to say sorry before yelling and tumbling to the ground when his guy tackled him.

I looked around for a gun to use and found Sam's on the floor. I fired at the injured guy only to have him duck just in time, the bullet to hit the radiator but somehow ricochet off it and break a lamp on the other side of the room.

Dean's guy found Dean's gun and picked it up, knocking Dean down as he did. He trained the gun on me while Sam tousled with the other guy on the floor. He was choking Sam and he was scraping against the floor. I yelled for Sam, I yelled for Dean. "Don't move girly."

Then Sam broke loose from his guy sending him across the room and hitting a wall. "Dean," he called, "I got him."

"Sam wait!" But it was too late.

The other guy had Dean's gun trained on Sam's heart. "No you don't." He pulled the trigger, and miracles of miracles the gun jammed. Dean stood up and when he did the guy was in such a rush to unjam the gun he tripped over the broken coffee table and fell backwards over the couch and knocked himself out. I instantly turned my attention to the other guy who had found the gun that Dean had been carrying and was starting to stand up.

Dean saw him at the same time I did and yelled, "Sam!" But it didn't even do anything because the guy was taken out by the bookshelves above him. In his urge to not get crushed by books he throw the gun in the air and Sam caught it in a perfect grip so the barrel of the gun was aimed at the bad guys.

We all looked at each other then. Both bad guys had knocked themselves out and we weren't dead. "That's lucky," I said. They both nodded.

Dean looked at what Sam was holding, not the gun but the furry thing that use to be inside the box. "Is that a rabbit's foot?"

Sam held it up to look at it. "I think it is." I throw my hands in the air.

"Let's grab what's ours and get out of here, someone was bound to hear that and call the cops." I was the youngest one here, why was I the voice of reason. Idjits.

They followed my lead and we picked up our guns. I unjammed Dean's and stuck it back in the waistband of my shorts, making sure the safety was on. I didn't need to accidentally shoot my ass off. We scurried out of the apartment building and back to the Impala quickly but I suppose we didn't have to because there were no nosy neighbors, no police sirens, nothing. Maybe this was just a typical Friday for them.

I crawled into the backseat of the Impala, angling for a nap. I hadn't slept since I got the call about coming to the guys' rescue.

"Alright," Dean started, "I'm stopping by a convenience store, Sam you look in Dad's journal, see if he talks about this, and Lou," but my eyes were already closed. I heard him sigh through his nose. "Alright, we'll let her get some shut eye, she needs it."

"I can hear you asshole," I muttered, already almost half asleep.

"I didn't mean it like that, just that you look tired." He just kept digging. "Not that you look bad just," he paused. "Whatever Lou. Just get some sleep, we'll wake you when we know something."

"Alright Captain." I rolled over in the seat and faced the back.

I pulled up to the convenience store and parked the car. Lou was passed out in the backseat, curled into herself in a way that made me very careful of how hard I pressed on the breaks. I didn't need her flying into the back of the front seat and scowlin' at me. "Keep looking in the journal, I'll be right back," I told Sammy.

I got out of the car, closing the door as quietly as I could. I walked in, already knowing what I wanted to get. Lotto tickets, scratchers, the works. Then I saw something that caught my eye. It was a keychain in the shape of sun. It was gold and had those curvy rays or whatever. It reminded me of Lou. I grabbed that and asked for all the scratchers and paid.

I took it all wrapped up in a brown paper bag back to Baby. Sam was looking through the journal and Lou was still passed out. I got into the driver's seat and started digging through the bag.

"I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal," Sam said. I showed him the scratchers. "Dean, come on."

"What? Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head. My gun don't jam. So, that was a lucky break. Not to mention taking themselves out, also a lucky break." I handed him one of the tickets. "Here, scratch one." He gave me that look. "Come on, Sam. Scratch and win."

He took it from me and I handed him a penny to use. "Look, Dean," he started as he scratched away, "It's gotta be cursed somehow, otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up."

He handed me the ticket and I looked at it. "$1,200. You just won $1,200." I laughed as he just shrugged his shoulders. "Whoo!"

"What? I'm up! What?" Lou sprung up from the backseat so quickly I'd be surprised if she wasn't light headed.

"Sorry Sunshine, go back to sleep." She just nodded and collapsed in the seat again. I spoke quietly to Sam, moving to get out of the car. "I don't know man, doesn't seem that cursed to me." I motioned for him to join me so we didn't wake Lou again.

Once we got out of the car, I had him scratch the rest of the tickets and he just kept winning.

"This is weird dude, I'm gonna call Bobby and see if he knows anything about this."

"Fine, but I might have to go back into the store and get more scratchers!" I laughed again.

He dialed Bobby's number as I layed out all the tickets to try and figure out exactly how much money we had. I heard bits and pieces. He told Bobby about the break in, the box, the rabbit's foot, the run of luck. All of it. But he didn't mention Lou. It was for the best. "Now look Bobby we didn't know." There was a pause. "Well Dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about a storage place in Black Rock?" I was also surprised Bobby never told us.

Sam reached for something on the ground and showed it to me. Looked like a nice watch that we could probably pawn for some cash. I mouthed "awesome" and went back to counting. I had to start over.

I was counting on my fingers, trying to add things up in the air when I heard Sam yell, "So, I won't lose it, Bobby."

I finished adding, but that couldn't be right. Sam hung up the phone. "Dude," he looked over at me, "we're up 15 grand." He gave me a sort of half smile.

"Bobby says it's cursed man." I looked at him, waiting. "He says that if I lose it, I'm dead." I nodded.

"Anyway to break the curse?"

"Bobby's gonna look into it."

I looked in Baby, at Lou fast asleep again. "Look man, I'm hungry and I'm sure when Lou wakes up she will be too. There's a Biggerson's right here. Let's fuel up." Sam just nodded.

We walked into the diner, it looking like every other Biggerson's out there. I looked at Sam, I knew that look. "Don't worry. Bobby will find a way to break it. 'Till then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a little 'Rain Man.' You can be Rain Man."

He put a hand in front of me. "Look, let's just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?" There was an older guy at the hostess stand. "Hi, uh, table for two please." Sam said to him.

The guy started jumping. "Congratulations." An alarm went off

I rolled my eyes. "It's exciting, I know."

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's restaurant family." A bunch of people came out and they handed us a giant fake check. Those party noisemakers where being blown and balloons and confetti fell from the ceiling. Someone was taking pictures so I smiled. This was a really lucky day.

We were led to a booth in the back. As we sat down the guy handed us menus. "You guys get free food here for a whole year. Just let me know if you have any questions." Then he was gone. I looked over at Sam.

"Oh come on man, lighten up." He just shook his head at me and looked at the menu. "What do you think Lou wants?"

"I don't know Dean. Want me to go wake her up so she can eat with us?"

I shook my head. "No. She needs to sleep. You saw how quickly she passed out."

He just nodded.

"What can I get you boys?" A pretty brunette asked, pen and paper in her hand at the ready.

"Well, Cindy," I said looking at her name tag. "I'll take the bacon cheeseburger with fries."

"The house salad and a side of fruit please," Sam said.

"Coming right up." She walked away.

"Really dude?" He just shrugged at me.

Sam pulled out his laptop and opened it up. "I'm going to do a little bit of research on this cursed good luck charm."

"Yeah you do that." I waved over Cindy again.

"Yeah?" She asked as she got to the table.

"I'm also gonna order some grub to go." I told her with a smile. She blushed slightly and got her little order paper out. "Alright let's do pancakes, extra bacon, an order of fries, garlic knots, two bacon cheeseburgers, a slice of chocolate cake, and one of those great looking apple pies I saw up there." She just kept nodding and writing for a good thirty seconds after I was done.

"Right." She finally said. "Anything else?"

"Just some coffee for the table sweetheart." She nodded and left.

Sam looked over his laptop at me. "That's a lot of food. I know Lou was raised by Bobby but I'm sure she can't vacuum away food like you can."

I put a hand on my chest like I was offended. He just rolled his eyes. "Come on Sammy, it's not all for her."

"Right." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Come on man, you've been acting weird since we picked Lou up from the airport. What's going on?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You yell at her for messing with the radio, you promise to get her money back, you don't bat an eye when she took stuff from Dad's storage unit, hell Dean you gave her your gun."

I rolled my eyes and shifted in my seat. "Well yeah, I wasn't gonna have her use yours. Plus she usually has a 1911, I thought it was a better fit."

"Than the spare you used?"

I didn't have to answer his question cause food came our way. It looked so good, well at least mine did. Not Sam's damn salad.

I woke up in the backseat of the Impala, my arm and cheek and thigh all stuck to the seat. Worse thing ever is unsticking yourself. I huffed at the slight pain that radiated in my face. I twisted around so I was facing the right way in my seat and stretched my arms out wide. I really did need that nap.

I flipped open my phone to see if I missed anything while I was out. I did. 3 missed calls from Bobby. I huffed and hit the number 1 on my speed dial.

"There you are," Bobby said from the other line.

"Hello to you too," I yawned.

"Tell me you are still in Colorado and not messin' with that damned rabbit's foot with the Winchester idjits." I blew out a breath that ruffled my bangs.

"Oh come on, it's not too bad." Wrong thing to say.

"Damn it, Louise Theodora! I raised you smarter than this." His voice sounded tired over the phone. Angry sure, but also really tired.

"Don't worry, I'm okay. The boys asked for help so that's what I'm giving them." There was a long silence and what sounded like him opening a beer.

"Fine, but don't you dare touch the damn thing."

"I won't Bobby, I promise."

"Take care of them for me."

"You know I will. Love you Bobby."

"Love you too Baby Girl." Then the line went dead. I closed my phone in my hand and stuffed back into my front pocket. I looked out to see where exactly we were when I heard a distinctive, "Wow!" I looked over to see Sam on the ground and Dean standing over him.

I ran out of the car to help Sam. His jeans were torn at the knees and he was bleeding.

"So, what? Now your luck turns bad?" Dean asked.

"I guess." Sam answered.

Dean started to walk away, muttering, "I wonder how bad." I grabbed his arm to stop him. I looked between the two.

"I was asleep for like 2 hours, what happened?"

We made out way back to the shitting little apartment of the two thieves that almost killed us. Dean walked in first all big and tough and scary looking. I hung back with Sam to try to mitigate his injuries should he choose to just topple over again.

"Oh man, what do you want?" The guy asked. He was clearly half in the bag already.

"Heard about your friend," Dean said, "It's bad luck." Did he always have to be that kind of blatant witty?

"Piss off," the thief grumbled.

Dean just kept going. "We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman."

"Yeah?" The guy cocked his head to the side with so much sass I wanted to hit him. "How do you know that?"

"Because she just stole it back from us."

The guy started laughing like some bad 80s villain. Sam started to speak up before I could stop him. "Listen man, this is s," he didn't finish because he tripped over a cord and tried to catch the CD player only to fall and take a lamp down with him.

"Jolly Green, you good?" I asked from the door, unsure of how much help I could give.

"Yeah, I'm good," he replied a little too quickly. He gripped the edge of the chair to try to get himself back up.

Dean continued on with his "interrogation." "I want you to tell us her name."

"Screw you."

I rolled my eyes at the macho men in the room and helped Sam the rest of the way up. "Don't move," I hissed at him.

"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner."

"What?"

"It was the rabbit's foot."

The guy just scoffed at Dean. "You're crazy man."

"You know I'm saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes. All the luck. When you lose the foot the luck goes sour," Dean explained. "That's what killed your friend. And my brother here is next." He motioned with his head behind him to where Sam and I were standing. "And who knows how many more innocent people after if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head." The thief actually looked worried. "Now I can read people. And I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine." The thief worked his jaw. "But you're not a killer. Are you?"

He looked down and softly shook his head. "No," he whispered. "She only gave us a last name. Lugosi."

"Thank you," I said as I led Sam out of the room.

Dean followed behind and then in front, saying if Sam was going to fall and knock someone down, it might as well be him.

We made it outside just as Dean's phone began to ring. We made our way to the Impala. "Hello?" Dean said to the person on the other end.

Sam stopped Dean in his tracks in front of me. He frowned down to look at his shoe. He stepped in gum. As far as bad luck goes it wasn't too bad.

I heard Dean say, "Bobby that's uh great," and my ears perked up. "Except Sam uh, Sam lost the foot." I sighed. Bobby was going to kill me. "Bobby, listen, listen. This uh, this hot chick stole it from him."

I stopped listening when Sam went over to a broken grate to try to get the gum off the bottom of his shoe. "Are we sure this is a good idea?" I asked him. He just looked at me annoyed. "I mean I could help out if you want." \

Dean's voice cut in, "Luigi or something."

I answered, "Lugosi." I turned back to Sam. "Come on if you give me the shoe I can take care of it. It's not like the bad luck is going to transfer through shoes." He just shook his head and kept scraping the bottom of his shoe on the grate. Men. Then his shoe came off and splashed at the bottom. I throw my hands in the air.

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute." I whipped my head around.

"Bela? As in Bela Talbot?" I asked. Dean just nodded and gave me a weird look.

"She knew about the rabbit's foot, she a hunter?" I shook my head and he seemed to be getting the same answer from Bobby. "I guess she's back." There was another pause. "Great," he said sarcastically. "Thanks Bobby, again."

Dean finally looked at Sam who looked pathetic. Stubborn fucking men. "What?"

"He lost his shoe. Like a moron," I answered for him. "What about Bela?" I shoved my hands in my back pockets.

"She's the one who stole the foot. Bobby says you might know where she is hold up." I nodded. He turned and started towards the car. "Sam you're in the back," he called over his shoulder.

The drive was slow to the motel, Dean didn't want to take any chances. Sam was squirming the whole time and being sad over losing his shoe.

"We'll get you another pair once this is all over okay?" I told him.

"What's this 'we' crap?" Dean quipped. I just shot him a look.

We got into the hotel room and Dean flipped on the lights. "All right, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick lives in Queens. So it will take me about two hours to get there."

Sam looked at him. "So, what are we doing here then?"

Dean looked at me and then back at Sam. "You, my brother, are staying here, 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed."

"Yeah we will be back as soon as possible," I said. Dean shot me a look.

"Oh you're not coming Sunshine."

"What?!"

"You're on babysitting duty."

"Oh come on."

"Hey, I need someone to make sure he doesn't get himself killed. That's you."

I rolled my eyes but eventually nodded my head.

"What am I even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked in an almost whining tone.

"Nothing. Nothing. Come here." Dean led him to the middle of the room. "I don't want you doing anything." He grabbed a chair and set it in the middle of the floor. "I want you to sit right here and don't move, okay?" Sam sat down slowly. "Don't turn on the light. Don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose. Lou is in charge, she will be doing everything. Alright, I'll be back." Then get was out the door leaving Sam and I alone in the room.

I watched Sam's face squirm a little and then he reached up and scratched his nose. I rolled my eyes. What a dork.

"Okay, I'm gonna watch some tv, I'd invite you to sit with me, but with your luck you would break the bed and then what would we do?" I shrugged and hopped on the bed, remote in my hand. I switched on the TV and scrolled through the channels.

"You can't be serious Lou," Sam complained.

"Yeah I am." Doctor Sexy M.D. flashed on the screen. "Fuck yeah, love this show."

Sam just rolled his eyes at my overly dramatic medical show. "What if I have to go to the bathroom?"

"Then I recommend you be really careful." He eyed me. "Look, you're unnaturally tall and if you really wanted to get around me on a normal luck day, you probably could, so I am not gonna stop you from doing whatever it is you want to do." He raised an eyebrow at this. "But," I continued, "we want you safe, Dean and I, and you not moving is the best way we know how to keep you safe."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. I just," he ran a hand through his hair, or at least tried to and ended up poking himself in the eye in the process, "I hate being treated like a kid."

"Yeah, I get that." I nodded at him sympathetically. "When people find out I'm Bobby's daughter they handle me with kid gloves and try to sideline me."

He looked at me for a long moment. "Bobby has been like a father to us too, I just wish he would have told us about you sooner."

I thought about that for a long moment, contemplated telling him everything that happened between Bobby and John, but decided not to. It wasn't going to help anyone. "So, when we get you all fixed up, what do you want to do?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Well, I was thinking we drive you home so you don't have to buy another plane ticket and you know, keep all the stuff you took from the storage unit."

I felt my cheeks heat at this. "You really want to road trip my ass?"

"Yeah, totally. I mean, only if you want to." Sam clarified.

I nodded my head, scooting towards him on the bed. "Will Dean be cool with it?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "I know that he doesn't really like me much and I'm pretty sure I annoy him, so I just want to make sure." Sam just gave me a look that told me I was being ridiculous so I dropped it. I still wasn't sure Dean was going to be down with it, but I was not one to pass up a free ride home.

Alright here we are again. Please read and review. I don't own Supernatural just Lou.

xx- Melody