"Human life is more important than money. I have to go, I don't have much time," Dean said and started for the door.
Bela shot at him, surprising him, but the shot went wild. Dean realized that he was holding the foot, he had the good luck. He laughed as he ran out the door. He had to get to Sammy so they could destroy this foot before his bad luck killed him.
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Sam was sitting in the motel room, bored out of his mind, when the air conditioner caught fire. "Oh, come on," he said irritably. "I didn't even do anything. He realized that he couldn't just sit there and get burned up so he got up to try to put it out. He grabbed a blanket off the bed and put the flame out. "That was it?" he asked himself. That seemed a little too easy for his bad luck. "What's that smell?" he asked and looked down to find his jacket on fire. He tried to use the curtains to put out his arm, and while successfully doing that, he ended up tearing down the curtains, rod and all. The rod hit his head, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Kubrick and Cready were heading back out to the RV after having spent the night at a motel and heard a commotion from a nearby room. They went to investigate and were just in time to see Sam Winchester falling down after hitting himself in the head with a curtain rod.
"How did he manage to do that?" Cready asked.
"It's God's will," Kubrick answered and gave thanks.
Cready kept a lookout as Kubrick started to pick the lock and then he realized the lock was broken and just walked in. Cready followed.
"Tie him up," Kubrick told Cready as he called Gordon with their exact location. "He wants us to bring Sam in the RV and meet him at a warehouse across town," Kubrick told Cready. "I'll go get the RV, you have him tied up."
"Sure thing," Cready agreed as he cut the sheets off of the bed into strips to tie Sam with. He rolled Sam onto his back and tied his hands behind him. He tied his feet together and then for good measure, gagged and blindfolded him. He heard Kubrick pull up right outside the door. Cready opened the door for him and together they quickly threw Sam into the RV and drove off.
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Dean arrived to an empty hotel room. The curtain rod was down and the blankets and sheet stripped from one of the beds. "Sam!" he called and looked in the bathroom, the only other place he could be. It was obviously empty. He decided his best course of action was to destroy the foot and then find Sam. He was running out of time on the luck thing.
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Sam awoke confused. He couldn't see. He grunted and it came out muffled. He realized that he was gagged. When he tried to move he noticed his hands and feet were tied. The next thing that he noticed was that he was moving. He must be in a car or something. But it felt like a floor. He was still trying to figure all of this out, when the vehicle came to a stop and he flew forward, hitting a wall. He grunted again.
"He's awake. Untie his feet so he can walk in," Sam heard an unfamiliar voice say. He then felt a knife next to his ankles. As the ropes were being cut away, he felt his skin being sliced.
"Oops," said a different voice.
"Oh well," Kubrick said. "We're going to kill him after we get the information we need anyway."
Kill me? What information? Sam wondered as he was pulled to his feet and shoved forward.
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Dean had all the ingredients assembled at the cemetery and threw them into the fire he had built. Now all he had to do was toss in the foot.
"I think you'll find that belongs to me," he heard from behind him, along with the click of a gun. He stood up and spun around to see Bela.
"Put the foot down on the ground or I shoot you," she said.
"No way," Dean said as he tossed the foot on the fire. He was already dead. Sam had a chance.
"How could you do that?" Bela screamed. "Now I'm on the bad side of a very psychotic buyer."
"Too bad," Dean said and walked away. He had to find Sam fast and he had no idea who had taken him or why."
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Kubrick threw Sam down on the hard cement. "Here he is," Kubrick said. "Should I question him now?"
Gordon nodded.
Kubrick leaned down and took the gag off. "Where are the demons?" he asked.
"I don't know," Sam said. He wished they would take off the blindfold so he could see what was going on.
Gordon walked up and kicked Sam in the stomach.
"Where are the demons?" Kubrick asked again.
"I don't know," Sam answered.
This time Gordon kicked him in the face, causing blood to spurt out of his nose. "Please. I don't know anything," Sam said.
"You let them out of the gate, didn't you?" Cready asked.
"No. We tried to stop it," Sam said.
Gordon stomped down hard on his hand, breaking two of his fingers. Sam screamed out in pain.
"Lies," Kubrick accused. "No more lies. Where are they going to hit us next?"
"I don't know," Sam said softly, knowing he wouldn't be believed.
Gordon picked up a metal pole and smashed it down on Sam's head, sending him into unconsciousness.