Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. I'm only borrowing for your enjoyment.
This was one of my favorite episodes to watch. I hope y'all enjoy this twisted take of it!
As Sam rode the elevator down, he thought back to the phone call from earlier. Someone had broken into his dad's old storage locker. Since when did the old man have a storage locker, and what things were hidden inside?
Sam exited the elevator and walked over to the rusted door. He used the key on the new lock the storage place had put on the door, glad that after his dad died Sam had set up his dad's voicemail telling people to call his phone instead. The door creaked loudly as he pulled it open.
Taking out his flashlight, Sam looked around the room. A devil's trap was just inside the doorway, bloody footprints leading into the storage locker. Crouching down, Sam saw the tripwire the people (there were too many footprints to be just one person) had set off. Stepping over the wire, he followed the line to a shotgun hidden in a skull. The idiots had gotten themselves shot, or at least one of them had.
Laughing silently to himself, Sam walked deeper into the storage locker. His dear old dad was giving people hell even in the afterlife.
Filing cabinets and shelves were everywhere, filled to the brim with random junk, nothing seeming too supernatural besides the devil's trap. In his peripherals, Sam saw something reflective. Turning, he saw his old soccer trophy.
"My division championships soccer trophy?" Sam mumbled to himself. "I can't believe he kept this."
Putting the small trophy back, Sam walked farther into the locker. A metal door blocked his path. The chain keeping it locked was broken; Sam opened the door with caution.
"Holy crap." The wall on Sam's left had all sorts of weapons: guns, knives, landmines, grenades. None of the weapons had been tampered with. The guys who broke in knew what they were after. Looking to his right, Sam saw small boxes with a special white paint on them. He immediately recognized the symbols; they were used in binding magic. Sam was looking at curse boxes. If someone got a hold of one of those...
"Damn!" The middle shelf had a hole the size of one of the small boxes. The dust was everywhere but the hole, blood droplets mixed with the dust. The people who broke in had taken a curse box. Sam had to hunt down the bastards before they had a chance to open it.
Flipping open his phone, Sam called the storage locker company. "I'm going to need to see the security cameras."
Sam drove up to the apartment complex, stopping next to a beige piece of crap. Leaning out the window, he reads the license plate. "Connecticut, last three digits 880. This is it."
"Shoulda blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security cameras." Ruby smirked. "Amateurs."
Sam parked the car in front of the building. Judging by how sloppy these guys are, it should be a piece of cake taking them out.
Walking to the front desk, Sam smiled at the woman behind the counter, using what Dean called his 'puppy dog eyes.' "Hi, um, sorry to bother you, but I was supposed to meet a couple of my friends here, and they forgot to tell me their room number. Would you mind helping me out?"
"Do you know the name they registered under?"
"It would be either Grossman or Wayne."
The woman typed on her computer. "They're in room 403." She leaned on the table, her arms pushing her breasts up. "Anything else I could help you with?"
Sam smiled awkwardly, thankful when Ruby pulled at his arm. "C'mon, let's go!"
"Thanks for your help." Sam called over his shoulder to the annoyed woman.
Ruby opened the door to the stairwell. "So, Prince Charming, you gonna tap that when we're done here?"
Sam's face flushed red. "What? No, that's more of my brother's thing..." His voice trailed off. Sam still felt bad for betraying his brother, but it was his own good. Right?
Ruby pushed open the door and led the way to room 403. "Your turn."
Sam picked the lock quickly and crept inside, gun at the ready. He could hear voices coming from the living room.
"This thing really works. Ya know what I'm saying? Ha! I'll tell you one thing, there's no way in hell we are handing it over to that stuck up bitch. Not after all we've been through."
Sam nodded at Ruby, who had her gun drawn.
A voice said, "Let's get outta here; let's go have some fun."
Sam and Ruby both jumped around the corner, Sam yelling, "Freeze! Don't move!"
Two guys stood up, shocked looks on their faces. "What is this?!"
"We said don't move!" Ruby growled, pointing her gun at the man who spoke. "Give us the box. You weren't stupid enough to open it, were you?"
Sam groaned. "Ruby, they opened it."
Ruby pushed the guy, Wayne, into the wall, gun at his throat. "You opened it?! What was inside it? Where is it?"
Wayne's gaze looked towards the coffee table with a rabbit's foot, some playing cards, and a bottle of whiskey on it.
Ruby looked at Sam. "We came here for part of a dead animal?"
Wayne used the distraction to break free, knocking Ruby's gun to the ground. The bullet ricocheted off the heater and hit the gun out of Sam's hand.
Sam looked at his gun, which now lay on the floor. The other man, Grossman, from the gun to Sam. Both men lunged for the weapon. Grossman pushed Sam, who then fell into Ruby. She crashed into the coffee table, sending the rabbit's foot flying through the air.
"Sorry." Sam smiled sheepishly at the glaring demon. Grossman side-tackled Sam while Wayne picked up Sam's gun, swinging it around and hitting Ruby in the face. She stepped back, holding her nose.
"Damn!"
Grossman started to choke Sam, pushing his hands down as hard as he could. Struggling to breathe, Sam reached out for anything that he could use to hit Grossman with. His fingers wrapped around something fuzzy. Not thinking straight, Sam struck out with the fuzzy object. Surprisingly, Grossman let go, falling back. Sam brought his feet in and kicked the stunned man, sending him flying across the room.
"Ruby!" Sam called. "Are you okay?"
Sam stood up, only to stare down the barrel of his own gun. "She may be, but you're not." Wayne snarled. Thinking fast, Ruby kicked out and tripped Wayne. He fell backwards over the couch, effectively knocking himself out.
"Thanks." Sam reached down and helped Ruby get to her feet. A loud crashing sound brought their attention to the corner, where Grossman had tried to stand up and ended up knocking himself out with a shelf.
"What are you holding?" Ruby was looking at Sam's left hand.
Sam raised the object he had used to punch Grossman earlier. "It's a, uh, rabbit's foot."