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Lyryenn – Thank God xD I really wasn't sure if I completely fucked up that chapter… There probably won't be too much interaction between them but they might occasionally pop up somewhere. Hope you'll like this chapter.

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Nick

I was on my way to visit Damon for a day or two before going back to meet Gabriel at his house in Kansas City. For the last job I worked, I had to drive up to Toronto where a newbie Hunter had messed up a simple salt and burn so badly that there were six more casualties within one day alone. As soon as this popped up on our radar, I immediately drove there.

At the moment, I was making a pit stop in Buffalo to eat something in a diner that someone had recommended to me once. Over the last few centuries, I embraced eating and sleeping most of the time. I didn't do it as much as humans did but it was fun and there was also the advantage that I couldn't gain weight or get any disease.

As soon as I was in the parking lot of Biggerson's Restaurant, I saw someone I hadn't seen in a while. The last time was a month or two ago when I had to explain my relationship with Loki and how I knew the Sins. I didn't tell them everything but I brushed over some of the facts. Enough that they were satisfied but not enough that they could guess what I was.

"Dean," I called out, seeing him with a paper bag in his hands "Hey. How are you?" I hugged him gently and pulled back with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm okay. As well as I can be in any case," he shrugged "What about you? Where have you been?"

I followed him to the car and got into the backseat, greeting Sam when I saw him "My last job was up in Toronto. Newbie Hunter got around six people killed before I could put the spirit to rest."

"Wait," Dean exclaimed "You mean to tell me that someone messed up a salt and burn that badly?"

"Yes," I smirked "I might have pointed out to him that he chose the wrong career. So, what are you two doing in Buffalo?"

Sam shifted in his seat so he could see me better "There was a break-in at our father's storage unit. A curse box went missing and we had to take care of it."

"You found it then?" I frowned.

Dean grinned "It was a rabbit's foot. Speaking off, I got this." He held up several scratch cards.

"Dean," Sam groaned "Come on."

"What?" the older of the two defended himself "Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!"

Sam rolled his eyes but scratched at the tickets Dean handed him "Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise, dad wouldn't have locked it up."

I snorted at them "You know, there's tons of lore about rabbit's feet. If John locked one up in a curse box then there is a good chance that it was the real deal. Let me guess… You touched it?"

"I did," Sam murmured.

"1200 Dollars," Dean laughed "You just won 1200 Dollars. I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me."

I buried my face in my hands "Not yet, Dean. But when he loses the foot then it's all going to shit."

A while later, Dean was playing with the scratch cards smugly while Sammy was on the phone with Bobby, talking about the rabbit's foot. There's not much the other Hunter can tell them that I hadn't already told the two brothers. I watched as Sam picked up a gold watch and showed it to us with an expression that shouted 'What the heck' at us. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Not that there was a lot to laugh about but I was sure that there was a way to save him from the less than desirable effects of losing the foot.

Once Sam rejoined us, Dean hit him on the shoulder excitedly "Dude! We're up to fifteen grand."

The younger Winchester gives a half-smiled, frowning worriedly. I put a gentle hand on his arm "I'll be alright, Sammy. If Bobby can't find a way then maybe I can contact someone who might know."

We entered the restaurant and Dean turned towards Sam "Ray's right. Bobby will find a way. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man." I laughed at the Hunter in amusement.

"Look," Sam sighed "We just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?" He turned to the restaurant owner "Hi, uh, table for three please."

The restaurant owner's face lit up and he shouted "Congratulations" while an alarm went off at the same time "You are the one-millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family."

By now I was laughing so hard that I had to hold myself up on the counter. For dad's sake, this was hilarious. Sure, the situation is going to suck but really… While this is lucky now, they're taking their picture right about now, meaning that it'll be all over and could be used to… well, I don't know.

After a lot of singing and embarrassment, we were finally sitting at a table by the window. Sam was on his laptop, Dean was eating a bowl of free ice cream and I was still trying to calm down. Looking back on it, I shouldn't spend so much time with Gabriel… I'm getting way too much enjoyment out of this situation, I swear.

"Bobby's right," Sam remarked, staring at the screen of his computer "This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery under a full moon on a Friday the thirteenth."

"Hence why it's way too much work to make one of those," I grinned.

Dean was still gobbling down his ice cream "I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Suddenly, he grasped the sides of his head when an epic brain freeze hit him. Sam laughed at his older brother as a waitress approached their table with more coffee.

"Can I freshen you up?" she asked with a hidden British accent. The waitress looked familiar somehow but I couldn't place her.

Sam slid his cup towards her "Yeah, sure. Thanks." After she made a bit of a scene with spilling some coffee, she walked away, glancing over her shoulder smugly.

I had a bad feeling about this "Sam? Check your pocket."

"What?" The younger Winchester went to pick up his coffee cup, knocked it over and managed to spill it all over the table, himself and just for laughs over me as well. He jumped up and crashed into a waiter with a full tray.

Dean was staring at the scene in shock, while I buried my face in my hands. I so didn't sign up for this shit. At least, I couldn't get grey hair… The only good thing about being friends with those two. It's interesting how I was laughing only ten minutes ago and now the idiot lost the stupid foot and if we couldn't get it back, he's dead.

Sam apologized to the waiter and turned back to us miserably "The foot is gone."

"No, really?" I mocked him with a fake gasp. I shoved past him and jogged out of the restaurant with Dean and Sam following behind me. The thief couldn't have gotten far…

Dean looked over his shoulder "Come on."

Sam went to follow us but fell flat on his face. Both his brother and I turned to him with a raised eyebrow "You suck," Dean snorted, reaching out a hand So what, now your luck turns bad?"

"Very bad," I threw in "Usually the people who lose the foot die within a day or so."

Dean stiffened "I know just where we can find answers. Are you coming with us, Ray?"

I shook my head "I'll wait for you at the motel. There's still something I have to take care of." The two human Hunters left to go check out their lead while I worked on some things on my laptop. Gabriel recently helped me to set up a network for Hunters where they could get information on their hunts. I had given Ash and Bobby access to the accounts so they could also answer the questions that popped up. Since it was still quite new, I wanted to check on it more often than I would have it was already up and running nicely. The knowledge of the network was quickly spreading through the community and most of the ones who were at Ellen's frequently already knew about it.

The Impala pulled into the lot next to me. Sam and Dean got out after talking for a few minutes. Dean pulled me closer while we were walking to our room "Ray, I want you to stay with Sammy and make sure that he's safe until I can get back with the foot." I nodded, following the younger of the brothers into the motel room.

"What am I even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam questioned, standing in the middle of the room.

Dean smirked at him "Nothing. Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here." He pulled a chair into the middle of the room where Sam was still standing "And don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose. If you need anything ask Ray to do it."

Sam looked at me and then at Dean's back. As soon as the older brother left the room, the sound of a lock locking echoed through the room. Sam wrinkled his nose a few times before reaching up to scratch it.

I snorted "Didn't Dean tell you to not do that?" I threw myself onto one of the beds tiredly. Some rest couldn't go wrong, could it? "Is it okay, if I'll sleep a bit, Sam? You can wake me up if you need anything."

"Sure," he smiled "You look pretty tired… When is the last time you slept?"

I shrugged "No idea. I don't need to sleep very often. Normally."

"No," he shook his head "Go to sleep. I'll just… you know, sit here."

It didn't take me too long after that to drop off to sleep. I was only awakened by a loud crashing sound by the window. The noise made me jump up in alarm "Sam?" The Hunter didn't answer and when I looked in the direction of the window, I saw him passed out on the floor. I ran to his side and felt for his pulse, grateful when I felt it thudding steadily.

Suddenly, the door burst open and two men stormed in, pointing guns at me "Stay down," one of them demanded.

I held up my hands in surrender, shifting to get ready to attack them. Before I could get up though, the man who had spoken pistol whipped me so hard that I flew against the window with force. While I was lying on the floor dazed, they quickly restrained me tightly and put a stripe of Duct Tape over my mouth.

"Oh, he's awake," the black haired one stated, finishing Sam's restraints.

The one who hit me earlier smirked "Back with us, eh?"

"We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all –" He wriggled "Spastic and knocked yourself out. It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs."

Sam blinked at them in confusion "Who are you? What do you wa–"

"I used to think your friend Gordon sent me," the brown-haired one said after snapping his finger.

"Gordon?" Sam groaned "Oh come on!"

"Yeah, because e asked me to track you down and put a bullet in your brain."

The other Hunter slumped in defeat "Great. That sounds like him."

"But, as it turns out… I'm on a mission from God."

I let out a muffled snort at the stupid man. Really? As if dad would want Sam dead. Whatever led him to that conclusion, he was wrong. Very, very wrong. Hm… He seemed to be religious though. Always wanted to find out what a Christian would do in this day and age if they meet a real-life Angel. Not that I would tell this one but it might be worth an experiment.

The other man moved closer to me with a small leer and smirked down at me "Now, what are you doing with that bastard? You are so far out of his league."

"Creedy," the religious one snapped "She's in league with this one. We have to kill her."

"Do we really have to?" Creedy whined, staring down at me. Then he took a deep breath and aimed the gun at my head "Sorry," he shrugged, not sounding very sorry at all. I made sure to look suitably scared as to not give away that the bullet wouldn't do much to me. He pulled the trigger and everything went black.

"She's dead?" I heard Dean's voice shout "What are we supposed to do now?"

I gasped loudly, struggling to sit up. My head was killing me but at least I was alive "Sam? You alright?"

The younger Hunter laughed slightly hysterically "You are asking me that? Ray, you were dead."

"Not really," I shrugged, rubbing at my forehead gently "While I'm not sure why I passed out, the bullet wouldn't have killed me. Very few things can."

Dean walked closer to me and pulled me into a rough embrace "Don't ever do that again," he whispered into my ear roughly "Ever."

I buried my head in his shoulder and nodded "I can't promise that but… now you know that it's highly unlikely that I'll stay dead."

They sighed "We have to take care of the rabbit's foot now. Do you want to come too?"

"No," I smiled lightly "I think I should go and see Loki before he comes looking for me. It was good to see you though and I'm sorry I scared you."