"You can't shoot me." Dean crowed. "Perhaps not," Bela responded. "You I can't shoot. Sam I can't miss."

The blood bloomed on Sammy's shoulder. He threw up his hand to cover and hold on.

"What's the matter with you?" Dean shouted.

"Just turn over the foot." Bela demanded. "Turn it over or I'll put another hole in Sam."

Dean leaned forward and flipped it at her. She had it before she could think. "Damn you, Dean."

Dean stirred the fire. The sparks flew up. Bela dropped in the rabbit's foot and the smell of burning fur hung in the air.