"And you didn't kill her because…" Dean drawled out expectantly. Sam made an indignant noise from the back of his throat. "Hello Dean, because we can use her." He said making it sound perfectly obvious. Dean shook his head and snapped, "Sam have you lost your fuckin' mind! How can using a demon be a smart idea? Shit, how would you even go about doing it?" Dean scoffed, Sam had just told him about his encounter with the demon Ruby. He told Dean about how she was the one who told him there was a case in Cicero and how he ran back into her at the hotel.
Sam insisted, "Dean think about it we could us her to get more information about the demons we're fighting. She's been in their world, we haven't, she knows more about them than any hunter or book could tell us." Dean interrupted, "yeah until she stabs us in the back you mean!" "She won't" Sam persisted, "How do you know!" Dean shouted, rising from the chair. Sam tugged on his arm, trying to get him to sit down, to calm down, and see the "genius" of his plan.
"She also says she can figure out a way to get you out of your deal with the crossroads demon." Dean paused, so that was it. He should have known it was too much to ask of Sam to let that go. "Look Sam…" "No you look Dean," Sam snapped, "I know you've accepted you going off to Hell put I haven't OK? And I'm not going to just sit ideally by and watch you get dragged to that Godforsaken place." Dean tried to get Sam to see sense, "Dude she can't give me my soul back. You know that, I'm scheduled for the barbeque and there is nothing we can do about it." When Sam didn't seem convinced he added, "Sam think, she knows what your weakness is. It's me!"
Sam sighed, "But Dean…" Dean screamed in frustration and walk away from his brother, going out side to cool off. Well Dean stood at the side of the building trying to catch his breath he noticed an indistinct shape a little ways away making his way over. Probably just some tourist, Dean thought to himself. Still an uneasy feeling crept up his spine. Feeling decidedly paranoid Dean expanded his vision so he could see whom it was, and when he did he felt an electric shock of familiarity. The man was tall, early twenties with blonde hair. He had clear blue eyes but there was a hard chiseled look to him that said he had seen more to this world than what he should have at that age.
Was it…no it couldn't be…but he seemed so familiar. The dread inside Dean bloomed when he noticed Dean had seen him and was motioning him to come over. Dean shook his head very fast and very abrupt. Fearing this was who Dean thought he was he mouthed two words: Go. Away. Before he could see Zack's(?) response the door banged open and he turned to give Sam his attention. But Sam apparently was done with their little "heart-to-heart" because he just pushed past him towards the Impala grumbling, "let's just get going." All too eager to get way from the blonde male who may or may not be a long-lost family member Dean hurried to follow Sam. Then he just gunned the motor and pealed out of the parking lot without sparing the other transgenic(?) another glance.
Later Dad's phone started ringing in the glove compartment. Sam gave Dean a bewildered look and asked, "Is that Dad's ring tone?" Dean grunted, "Yeah I had kept it just in case one of Dad's old contacts called." He pulled the phone out of the compartment and put it to his ear. "Hello?" "Yes is this Edgar Cayce?" the person on the other end of the line asked. Dean paused, considering and then replied, "Yes this is him." The person on the other end sighed in relief. "I'm so sorry to bother you sir," he said, "but I'm afraid there has been a break-in at the lock-up you rented." Dean's eyebrows furled in confusion. "Lock-up?" "Yes sir," it took Dean a minute to pull himself together then he said, "Thanks for alerting me I'll be over there in a minute." He hung up the phone and turned to explain the situation to Sam. He cursed under his breath and said, "We need to go check it out." Dean nodded in agreement, "yeah there's no telling what Dad had locked up in there, some moron could have gotten a hold of some major mojo and not even realized it."
When they arrived they found that the normal looking storage space had been decked out with salt lines, Devil's Traps, and other things to keep Supernatural entities out. Along one wall lined an arsenal of weapons, that wasn't surprising. What Dean did find surprising was the memorabilia from their childhood. For some reason he didn't think Dad would keep this stuff. He ran his fingers along some of the objects that stirred such better-sweet memories. Finally his hands collided with one object in particular that caused him to laugh. "Dude" Dean said turning to look at Sam, "look what I found." Sam pulled the trophy from Dean's grasp laughing in surprise and joy. "No way." He exclaimed, "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this." Dean smirked and couldn't help the smart-ass comment, "Probably the closest you ever got to being a boy." Thus rewarding him a punch in the arm from Sam.
Dean looked around trying to find what was stolen, because he sincerely doubted that some thief was going to go to all that trouble just to steal a few guns and a sentimental object or two. That's when he saw the shelf full of curse boxes, and the hole where one was missing. "Son of a bitch" he cursed. Sam looked at him a little bewildered, still lost in the family mementos. "What is it?" Dean pointed to the empty spot, "I think I found what they were after." Sam turned around and when he saw the missing curse box he…well, cursed.
The next step was to check the security footage. The two of them watch as two thieves take the curse box from its shelf and opens it. The two of them hold there breathes in anticipation for well anything. But nothing out of the ordinary happens; one of them got shot by one of John's bobby traps but seems relatively in one piece. Then they leave. Dean rewinded the footage and zeroed in on the thieves' faces. When he enhanced the photo enough to make out who they are he did a quick search to find their names and addresses. "OK, Mr. Wayne and Grossman lets go see what your sticky fingers took hmm?"
They found Wayne's address easily enough, and it was even easier still to steal back the cursed object. Granted they had to wrestle it from the goons who'd originally took it, but they were no fighters, just common thieves. So well Dean distracted the two Sam grabbed the…rabbit's foot? And they high-tailed it out of there.
The only thing that made Dean a little uneasy from the ordeal was just as they were leaving the house Dean caught another eyeful of the guy who may or may not be Zack. In fact he was sure it was Zack, even though it's been years since he saw him. Zack was standing across the street just far enough away and inconspicuously hidden that no one would notice him, unless you were a transgenic that was. Then he was in plain sight. Zack made a motion for Dean to come over and made indications towards the two traveling sacks that he was carrying with him, making it clear he wanted Dean to come with him…and not just to catch up on old times. Dean shook his head vigorously and mouthed one word angrily, NO! Zack scowled and mouthed, come on. Dean felt a sinking feeling in his gut because he knew they had been here before.
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"GO AWAY!" Dean shouted angrily, why wouldn't he just leave him alone. Zack sighed and shook his head feeling absolutely frustrated, this conversation was not going how he had anticipated. "Dean don't be stubborn. Think about it, you don't belong with these people." "Who are you to decide that?" Dean snapped feeling just as frustrated with his older brother as Zack was with him. "I'm older, which means I'm smarter, I know what's best for you Dean. And it's not these people." Dean screamed in rage and moved to punch Zack in the face but by the time his arm was fully extended Zack had already moved out of the way of the blow.
"You see?" Zack inquired, "you've been moving at their speed for so long you're a little rusty." "Am not!" Dean retorted smashing his foot into Zack's knee so fast it was a blur and Zack went down before he had time to register that he'd been struck. "Besides" Dean hissed as he stooped down to Zack's level, "I thought the point was to blend in!" Zack shook his head, "It is but the point wasn't to settle down with a nice little cookie-cutter family Dean!" He stood up shakily, "this family's weakening you, their a liability. If Lydecker found you they'd be dead in an instant. Not to mention used against you."
Dean sighed in frustration; this wasn't the first time that Zack had tried to convince him to run out on the Winchester's in fact he'd been trying for months. But Dean couldn't do it. In theory Dean knew Zack was right but he just couldn't pull himself away from his family. And they were his he belonged with them.
"Don't be stupid Dean, you're a soldier. You don't need anything but yourself and a few weapons." Ignoring the hurt look on Dean's face he continued, "you need to keep moving. Stay low, and stay hidden if you keep moving Manticore won't be able to track you, but if you stay with these humans all your going to do is get yourself and them killed Dean, do you understand me Dean? You are going to get them killed!"
Before he could even form a response to that he heard Mom shout, "Dean say good bye to your friend it's time to come in!" Dean whirled around to watch Mary stand at the doorway, waving him in with one hand and holding a four-month-old Sammy with the other. Her smile was warm and friendly completely unaware of the argument that was going on across the lawn from her. Instead she addressed Zack, "it was nice of you to come hang out with Dean but he needs to come inside now, unless you want to stay for dinner?"
"Don't go to her." Zack commanded, "come on I'll get you on a train bound for Chicago. You can hide out there for a few years and then move to Portland for a few more. I've got the perfect plan to keep you moving Dean, you just have to trust me." "Dean did you hear me? I said it's time to come in!" Mary repeated. Dean whipped his head around long enough to hiss at Zack, "Go. AWAY!" Before running back to the shelter of the warm, inviting house and his mother's loving embrace.
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"Get out of here Zack, I'm not playing anymore." Dean told him calmly, the gun pointed at his chest. They stood in the middle of the motel room completely alone. Dad was out tracking a Djinn with Bobby and Sam was out hanging with friends despite Dean telling him that was a bad idea. So they had the crappy, barely furnished motel room all to themselves. It was a few years after yellow-eyes had set Mom on fire on the ceiling of Sam's nursery. Between Mary's death and what he had gone through the past few years he wasn't in the mood to deal with Zack's crap.
"Dean put the gun down," Zack said just as calmly. As if he was speaking to a wounded animal that would attack anyone who tried to help it, which pissed Dean off. "I'll shoot Zack" he warned coldly, "You don't want to mess with me anymore. I'm not afraid to shoot you." Zack grimaced, "you'd really shoot your own family?" That caused Dean's hand to waver a little before he steadied out and replied. "This is my family. You want to take me away from that." Zack tried the age-old argument, "you don't belong with these people Dean. You honestly think these humans can protect you from Manticore? They're weak; Lydecker's goons could tear through them in a minute-" "You're wrong!" Dean shouted, "You've always been wrong. I'm not hiding behind them, or using them for protection. They're my family Zack and I'll do anything to protect them!"
Dean shook his head, "you're wrong! They are strong, stronger than you, stronger than Lydecker. You have no idea what we've been through! I'm not going anywhere you don't get to tell me what to do anymore Zack! I-" They both froze when the sound of a car pulling up reached their ears. "Oh crap Dad!" Dean gasped, "You have to go Zack right now. If he finds you he'll hunt you. I may not want to leave, but that doesn't mean I want you dead." Zack opened his mouth to speak a look of arrogance on his face. Dean shook his head, taking a step back, lowering the gun. "You need to go now Zack. Right now, if you go now he won't notice you." Zack took a deep breath. "Dean-" Dean turned his back on his oldest brother and said "just go Zack. I'll go out to distract him but you need to go. For the last time, go away Zack…and don't ever come back."
That was the last time Dean saw Zack…until now.
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Dean pulled himself back into the present to listen to Sam's phone call with Bobby. "-It brings whoever holds it good luck but if anyone loses the foot the fortune is reversed. Normally the person dies within a week of losing it." Sam nodded, "OK good to know, I'll…make sure I don't lose it. How do you destroy it by the way?" Bobby sighed, "I haven't found that yet. But don't worry I'll look into it; you just keep an eye on that rabbit's foot. We don't need you losing your head or anything OK Sam?"
Sam agreed and hung up turning to face Dean to tell him what Bobby said. "You know he's right" Dean said before Sam could open his mouth. "You need to be careful not to lose that. I can't have anything happen to you, you hear?" Sam's brow furled in confusion, "Yeah of course but…how do you know what Bobby said?" Dean mentally cursed himself for his carelessness. "Uh, good hearing I guess." When Sam still looked doubtful Dean added; "besides I think you had your phone on speaker and didn't realize it." Sam went to check his phone and Dean quickly changed the subject.
"Alright let's keep moving we can kill some time well Bobby finds a way to get rid of the curse. And for shit's sake do not lose that foot!" Sam rolled his eyes, "yeah I know Dean I'm not stupid." So the two of them set off to kill time. Sam's luck is apparent right from the start. When he scratched off some scratch-and-win cards he won thousands of dollars and found a gold watch lying in the street. It was fascinating to watch and truth be told if the curse wasn't such a hassle Dean would have been tempted to convince Sam to keep the rabbit's foot permanently. Of course he wasn't an idiot though, he was fully aware of the consequences of that ideal thought.
They head into a local restaurant to grab a bite to eat and end up winning a year's worth of free food. The food was delicious and Dean had the sudden wish that he had five stomachs so he could eat it all in one go. "Gah," Sam's gasp had Dean looking up from his plate long enough to watch a waitress murmur a quick apology and race off, assumedly to go get fresh napkins. "You alright?" He asked around a mouthful of food as Sam reached over for some napkins to wipe the coffee stains off the front of his shirt.
"It's nothing" Sam reassured him. "Just some waitress spilled some coffee all over me. It's hot but I'll be fine." Dean nodded in agreement and moved to eat another piece of chicken only to have his stomach revolt when the first bite hit home. Yep, should have came here with multiple stomachs. "Bah, I'm stuffed how about you?" Sam nodded, "I've had more food than I could eat in a week let's get going."
Just as they were leaving the restaurant Sam tripped and fell flat on his face. Dean bit his lip to keep from laughing. "It's not funny Dean," Sam grumbled as he stood on shaky legs. "Well it's good to know that all this luck doesn't mean you're Mr. Graceful." When Sam didn't respond Dean turned back to get in the Impala only to stop when Sam spoke. "Dean we've got a problem." Son of a bitch, Dean cursed, I hate hearing that. "What's wrong?" "I lost the foot." Dean shouted, "YOU WHAT!" He flinched away from Dean's anger and repeated. "I lost the foot, it's not in my pocket." Dean cursed repeatedly remembering the waitress. "I think you were robbed man." He shook his head in frustration, "alright let's go see our favorite thief and see who hired him. Somehow I don't think those two are smart enough to steal a cursed object on their own. Or dumb enough which ever way you look at it."
When they arrived at the thieves' apartment they found it one thief missing and Grossman staring miserably into the bottom of a bottle. When he saw them he ignored the fact that they were carrying guns and said dejectedly "oh it's you two." Dean smiled threateningly, "hey there friend" Sam added, "where's your pal?" Grossman grimaced, "dead. It was an accident, he slipped on a bottle and he got himself impaled on a BBQ fork." He didn't miss the look the two of them shared. "It had something to do with that rabbit's foot didn't it?"
Dean paused, considering then came to a decision. "Yeah it was cursed." Grossman groaned and he looked like he was about to cry. "He was my best friend you know." Sam sighed and lowered his gun, as usual the more sympathetic of the two. "Grossman who hired you guys?" Sam asked imploringly. "If you tell us who hired you guys we can get back at him for what happened. We can also destroy the rabbit's foot so it doesn't hurt anyone else ever again." Grossman took this into consideration seeming to lean towards telling them then he shook his head. "No, no way it's too crazy." Dean laughed, "trust me we've had our share of crazy." "But you won't believe me." Sam gave him his most persuasive look and said, "Please tell us. Trust us we can handle it." Grossman pulled himself up like he was bracing himself and said "the name we were given was Bela Lugosi", when he saw the look on their faces he said resigned "you don't believe me do you?"
Later Dean phoned Bobby to let him know they had found who hired Wayne and Grossman. "Great who is it?" Bobby asked. Dean laughed uncomfortably, "yeah well you'll never believe it but Bela Lugosi seems to want a little bit of cursed luck." Bobby cursed, "balls!" Dean chuckled under his breath "yeah I know what you mean. I wasn't expecting-" "it's an alias you idjit." Bobby snapped, "The person you are dealing with is named Bela Talbot. She knows a lot about the supernatural but she doesn't hunt. Instead she steals supernatural objects for wealthy clients." Dean scoffed, "wow and here I thought people couldn't sink any lower. You mean to tell me that she knows what's out there and she just stands back and lets it kill people?" "Exactly" Bobby agreed. "If Bela is the one who stole the rabbit's foot from Sam then you have to find her fast. Before she can sell it to whichever of her clients offered the most money." He nodded "don't worry Bobby I'll take care of it." There was a pause were Dean imagined Bobby rolling his eyes and then he snapped affectionately, "Watch out for your brother, you idjit."
Dean hung up just as Sam shouted, "What no come on!" He turned around asking, "what is it-" his voice trailed off as he watched Sam on his knees in front of a drain trying to grab something within. "Uh Sam?" Sam stood shaking his head, "I just lost my shoe." Dean groaned in exasperation and led the way down the street. Later he got a tid bit that Bela was in Queens so he quick booked a motel for Sam and left him in a chair in the middle of the room with the air conditioner running and strict instructions not to move.
"Dean!" Dean whipped around gun in hand to face whoever had decided to sneak up on him. He was about half way to Bela's flat when he noticed someone was following him, and he was just a block away when whomever it was decided to show himself. "Who are you, what do you want?" The male smiled bitterly, "what don't you recognize me little brother? Granted I realize it's been a while but still, I'm a little insulted." Dean cocked an eyebrow, finally addressing the blond haired man with the name he suspected, "Zack?" Zack smiled, causing the harsh lines on his face to soften "hey there kid brother."
Dean shook his head forcefully. "Why do you keep following me Zack? What do you want?" Zack grimaced, the harsh lines following back in place. "You know what I want." Now it was Dean's turn to grimace. "I'm not going with you Zack I told you back when we were kids. I'm happy where I am." Zack scoffed, "oh yeah you look like a bundle of joy don't you? I've been keeping tabs on you Dean you walk around like someone with a fatal disease. And it's not like you're go around with a skip to your step. In fact every time I see you you're even worse." Dean scoffed, "come one Zack guys like you and me don't get happy ever afters, you know that. We're professional freaks and freaks are never left alone."
Zack shook his head, "Dean I know you think I'm the villain here or something, but I'm not! I'm just trying to take care of you guys. Just like I've always taken care of you guys!" Dean threw up his arms in frustration. "I don't need taking care of!" Zack gave him a wistful look "I know that Dean, I know what you're capable of. I've spared with you before, but that doesn't make me worry any less. You're an older brother, surely you understand." Carefully Dean remained silent. "Besides there are a few things we need to discuss."
Dean's eyes slanted in suspicion, "such as?" "For starters that schmack you've been associating yourself with." Dean growled, "bad choice of topic there friend." The word "friend" was spoken in a sneer with a touch of sarcasm. Zack looked like he was going to punch something he was so angry. "I've told you belong with these people! You are a soldier Dean, you were designed for combat." "Yeah you're right," Dean agreed "I was designed for combat. But you know something Zack. I'm also a human being. I have a family and friends who care about me, who I care about. I have people who look up to me Zack, who expect me to fix whatever mess we land ourselves in. And I'm not going to abandon them just because you tell me to Zack."
Zack opened his mouth to speak but Dean continued undaunted. "I don't care what you say Zack I'm not going with you. I told you this years ago but I'm going to say it again. Go away…and don't come back." Dean turned around and started to walk the rest of the way to Bela's when Zack's voice called out "so that's it then huh? You're just going to abandon your real family for these fakes." "Shut up!" Dean shouted whipping around and shoving Zack straight on his back. "Shut the Hell up you dick! You have no idea what you're talking about! You have no idea how much this family has given up, how much we've fought just to keep what we've got!"
Dean knelt down to Zack's level. "And has for the others well you made it quiet clear we weren't to stay with each other. You made that decision Zack, not me! I'm just holding on to the only thing I've got left." Zack glared up at him, "for your guys own protection." Dean sneered, "yeah you just keep telling yourself that. Does that help you sleep at night?" Zack shook his head, "Dean think about it, if we'd stuck together Manticore would have found us. It was only a matter of time. A large group of Transgenics hiding out, even a populated city would have stuck out like a sore thumb. I did what I had to so you guys survived."
Dean scoffed, "If you think about it you know I'm right!" Zack continued, "I've got everyone else scattered all over the place, keeping their heads down…being smart. You and Max are the only ones refusing to be smart about this. And that will get you killed!" Dean laughed bitterly under his breath. He didn't bother pointing to Zack that he was practically a dead man walking. He didn't bother pointing out he only had a year to live.
See what Zack didn't know was that Dean had made a deal with a crossroads demon to save Sam's life. He wasn't dying he was dead. It happened during Yellow-Eye's stupid battle-to-the-death-pageant thing, where a bunch of psychic kids battled it out to see who got to be his pet soldier in his stupid army. At the end all that was left was Sam and a guy named Jake. Sam had wanted to just walk away but Jake was convinced he had to so he sliced through Sam's spinal cord. Well Dean couldn't let his little brother die…he couldn't! So Dean made a deal with a crossroads demon that he got a year to live in exchange for Sam's life. After that they'd tried to stop Yellow-Eye's plan, failed, and killed him. All those things Zack didn't need to know of course.
When Dean didn't reply Zack snapped, "So you're just going to turn your back on everything we've been through? Settle down and live a cookie-cutter life? I suppose you think that's all fine and dandy since you have your replacement for Ben." Dean's fist collided with Zack's throat. "Shut up you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, "Sam is not a replacement for Ben. No one is a replacement for Ben damn you! I'm not trying to replace the brother I lost! The brother I lost because of YOU!" Dean punched Zack a couple of more times until his skin split open, spraying blood.
Zack spat out a mouthful of red out liquid and ignoring last comment he asked smugly, "Are you sure about that. Are you sure every time you look at that boy you don't really see Ben?" Dean screamed in rage and slammed his fist over and over again into Zack's face. He was fully aware that Zack could have kicked his ass if he wanted, but Zack didn't make a move to defend himself. He just waited until Dean ran out of steam.
Finally Dean stopped, picked himself up, and without another word walked away. "Dean!" Zack called, "there's one more thing I want to say to you. If you insist on staying with that boy, whom I still insist you're going to unnecessarily drag into this, then keep your head down. I'm glad you're staying moving but stop drawing so much attention to yourself. Just keep your head down and don't stay in one place more than a couple of days, a week tops. Oh and please stop getting into trouble with the police!" Dean didn't say anything just flipped Zack off without turning around or stopping.
Dean broke into Bela's flat and began to case out the place. When he saw no sign of her he started to look for the foot. Finally he found it sitting on her desk, but just as he was about to grab it he heard the cock of a gun. "Son of a bitch" Dean cursed under his breath. "OK there asshole, don't move, and stay away from the foot. Or I'll shoot." Bela promised, "now you are going to turn around real slow and you're going to face me with your hands in the air. Make any moves I don't like and they'll be picking bullets out of your temple."
Carefully Dean pocketed the foot and turned around real slow with his hands in the air. "So you're the Supernatural Objects thief huh?" Bela smirked and flipped her long hair back. "That's right. And I've got someone who is willing to pay a hefty price for that foot so I suggest you just go home now." Dean shook his head, pretending he didn't have it already. "No thanks you stole that foot from my brother and now he's got the reversed luck. So I'm going to need that foot back before something happens to him, you know?"
Bela scoffed, "yeah you Winchesters are all about looking out for each other don't you? Yeah I know who you are Dean. And quiet frankly I find it sickening." He rolled his eyes, "right and selling objects that can potentially hurt someone. No shame in that at all." Bela smirked, "you should try it. You make a decent penny and you don't have to worry about anyone but yourself." Dean shook his head, "sure and all the people in danger from Supernatural assholes, that doesn't bother you at all does it? You don't care that people are dying and you could have saved them."
She sneered, "Who gives a fuck about them? They're stupid, not to mention weak. Its survival of the fittest out there man; if they couldn't protect themselves that's their loss. I mean come on we're all going to Hell Dean, might as well enjoy the ride!" Dean smiled and said pleasant, "I actually agree with you there. Anywho, this has been charming but look at the time. Oh and this…" He held up the rabbit's foot, "looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers. IF it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person." Then he walked out of the flat dodging bullets all the way.
Dean was walking into the motel when voices reached his ear. Dean pulled out a gun and walked further into the room, keeping his ears trained on the conversation going on ahead of him. "No…more…lies" an unfamiliar male voice snapped. "There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe, you can understand why we can't take chances." There was the sound of a gun being drawn and Sam saying, "Whoa, OK, OK, hold on a minute!" "Kubrick…" another male voice warned.
"NO! You saw what happened Creedy." Kubrick insisting, sounding like one of those crazy fanatics that got under Dean's skin. "Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen!" Sam tried again, "Look, I can explain all of it…" By now Dean was standing in the doorway, unnoticed by all of them, pointing his gun at the one named Kubrick. (At least that's what he assumed seeming as he was the one holding the gun.)
Shut up!" He snapped at Sam and continued trying to convince Creedy. "It's God Creedy. He led us here for one reason: to do His work. This is destiny." And that was where Dean felt the need to intervene. (Before this guy felt the need to put on a sermon.) "Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot." Everyone turned to face him and Sam shot him a look that was equal parts relief and "what took you so long?" Kubrick said in a patient tone of voice, "Put the gun down son, or you're gonna be scraping your brains off the wall."
Dean glanced at the gun absently. "Oh, this thing?" Kubrick nodded, "yeah that thing." Dean shrugged, "OK…but you see, there's something about me you don't know." Kubrick gave him a look that made it clear he was humoring him and asked, "Yeah? What would that be?" Dean grinned full on, "It's my lucky day. " Dean threw a pen into Kubrick's gun barrel, "Oh my God, did you see that shot?" Creedy lunged at him and he jumped out the way causing Creedy to smash into a wall. "I'm amazing!" Dean picked up the TV remote and threw it at Kubrick's head, knocking him out. "I'm Batman." Sam said sarcastically, "Yeah. You're Batman." Dean laughed untying Sam. "Come on let's get out of here before they wake up."
Bobby had supplied them with a ritual to destroy the curse so they went to the spot that the burning of the foot had to take place and got everything set up. Just before they burned the foot Dean scratched off a few more winning tickets snickering when he saw the winnings. "Come on, come on." Sam insisted impatiently. "Before Bela shows up." "Too late" a female voice said. Standing right in front of them is Bela with a gun pointed at them in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.
"Give me…the rabbit's foot boys." Bela demanded, "if you don't I will shoot you." Dean scoffed, "you're not gonna hit us." Bela's eyes narrowed in challenge and she fired the gun. It missed Dean and embedded into Sam's shoulder. "Gah, ow, damn it!" Dean's eyes widened slightly and he switched tracks immediately. "OK, that's enough there's no need to shoot anyone!" He snapped, took a deep breath and continued. "How about this, we both get what we want. You put the gun on the ground the same time I put down the rabbit's foot. You get to sell it to whatever idiot's willing to pay for it and we go in one piece…got it?"
Bela agreed and so they both lowered what they had in their hands at the same exact time; both of them twitchy and alert. Just before their objects touched the floor Dean said, "catch" and tossed the rabbit's foot across the fire to Bela. On pure reflex she caught it when it landed in her hand, becoming cursed. She gave a sigh of exasperation and looked up at Dean, he grinned. "Now…what do you say we destroy that ugly ass piece of dead thing?" Feeling resigned Bela tossed the foot into the fire. "Say good-bye, wascawy wabbit." Dean said.
Bela left pissed off and swearing she'd get even. Sam and Dean headed off to the car. "Well that ended better then I expected." Sam said. Dean laughed, "at least she didn't take…" he felt in his pocket for the winning tickets only to find his pocket empty. Bela had stolen them. "Son of a bitch!" Dean cursed. "What is it?" Sam asked, Dean just shook his head. "Let's just go." So they got into the car and let the tires eat up the pavement.