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"Sam, just because those guys were handing you your ass on a platter doesn't mean that stupid little rabbit's foot is the real deal."

Sam sighed. For the past fifteen minutes Sam and Ruby had been arguing over whether or not the rabbit's foot was real. Ruby was chalking it up to a normal day on the job, but Sam knew Winchester luck, and that lucky break at the apartment was more than just a casual day on the job.

"Ruby, just drop it. I'm going to pick up some food and we can talk about it later, okay?"

Sam could almost hear Ruby roll her eyes this time as she leaned forward and turned the music up. "Fine."

Sam pulled up into the first restaurant he could find and parked. The sign out front read 'BIGGERSON'S.'

Ruby snorted. "Fancy."

"Just get out of the car." As they walked through the front doors, Sam added, "And stay low. We don't need any unwanted attention."

Sam smiled at the bubbly man in the red vest in front of him. "Hey, table for two please."

The bubbly man jumped up and down. "Congratulations!" A loud bell sounded throughout the entire restaurant. "You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's family!" He passed Sam and Ruby a giant check. A waitress took their picture while streamers and balloons fell from the ceiling.

Ruby laughed. "So much for staying low, huh dork."

"Shut up, jerk."

"I'm tired of your shit Gordon. Tell me where my brother is!" Dean was pissed. First he broke Gordon out of prison, no easy feat, then, instead of telling Dean where his brother was, Gordon said he needed new clothes; something about not wanting to look like an escaped convict.

So here they were, civilian clothes on, sitting in baby, and Gordon had the gall to tell Dean to go get something to eat. Dean was tightly wound up, ready to explode, and Gordon was more relaxed than ever.

"Dean, do you want to know where your brother is?" Gordon was reclining in his seat, eyes closed. Dean wanted to strangle him right then and there.

Instead, Dean squared his shoulders and grit out, "Yes."

Gordon sat up and looked at the oldest Winchester. "Then let's go get some food. I know a quaint little restaurant. It's not too far from here."

Sam watched as Ruby scarfed down her ice cream. If she kept shoveling it in that fast, demon or not, she'd be sure to get a...

"Ugh!" Ruby grabbed her head, the inevitable brain freeze attacking her.

Sam laughed. "Brain freeze?"

Ruby glared at him, but it didn't hold. Soon, she too was laughing. "Yeah. I didn't realize I could still get those. Hey, next time we need food, we are totally going to another Biggerson's. Free food for a year means we don't need to go out scrounging for money."

At that moment, a waitress walked up to their table with a coffee pot in hand. "Can I freshen you up?"

Sam looked from the waitress to the coffee pot. "Uh, yeah, sure."

As the waitress pours Sam his coffee, some of it spills onto the table. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"That's okay, I got." The waitress continues to clean up the mess, ignoring Sam's protests.

She smiles coyly at him. "It's no trouble, really."

Sam smiles down at the table. "K."

"Sorry about that." The waitress takes the now damp rag and saunters off, occasionally glancing back at the two at the table.

"Ow!" Sam rubs the back of his head where Ruby smacked him. "What the hell was that for?"

Ruby glared at him. "I know you think you have this lucky little rabbit's foot, but even with that luck, you have no chance hitting anything, so get your head out of the gutter! Listen, in order to have a legitimate rabbit's foot, it can't come off any rabbit. It has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on Friday the thirteenth."

Sam raised his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay, I get it. Incredibly hard to come by. My only thing is it came from my dad's storage unit, and he isn't one to keep fake things locked up so tight."

Sam tried to pick up his coffee, only to spill it on himself. "Oh! Oh geez!" Sam jumped up as coffee spilled on his pants. He turned and ran into a waiter, food flying everywhere. "Uh, ah, s-sorry."

Sam turned to look at Ruby, confused. Realization dawned on her features. "Sam, where's the rabbit's foot?!"

Sam checked his pockets only to discover the rabbit's foot was gone. "It's gone!"

Ruby jumped up from the table. "Follow that bitch!"

They ran outside, looking left and right for the 'waitress.' Seeing red off to her right, Ruby said, "C'mon." They hadn't gone three feet when Sam tripped over the curb and fell. "We don't have time for this Sam! If we don't get that rabbit's foot back, your luck will only get worse and worse until you die. Get up so we can catch that bitch and I don't get reamed for letting you get killed."

Sam stood up, knees bloody. He looked around the parking lot. "I'm sorry Ruby, but she's gone."

Ruby swung around, eyes scouring the parking lot. "Damn!" She turned back to Sam, sighing. "Let's find a motel room to camp out in. The less you do the less likely you are to die sooner rather than later."

Dean pulled up into the Biggerson's parking lot. He turned to face Gordon. "This place? Really?"

Gordon patted Dean on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll be quick." He walked inside. "We'd like to order our food to go."

Gordon ordered his food and sat down to wait. Dean was furious beside him. "We came to a fucking restaurant because you 'can't remember on an empty stomach,' and you get the food to go? Why didn't I stop by a fast food joint instead?"

Gordon smiled. "Go look at the pictures while we wait."

Dean huffed, done with Gordon's bullshit. He scanned the pictures on the wall, only half looking. As Gordon picked up his food, he walked over to Dean. "Oh, look. These people got free food for a year, isn't that nice?"

Dean looked at Gordon. "Isn't that nice? Gordon my brother is-"

"Right here." Gordon forced Dean to look at the picture he pointed out moments ago. Dean's heart skipped a beat. His little brother was standing with some blonde chick, face scrunched up from the flash. His Sammy had been in this exact restaurant.

Dean turned to Gordon. "You knew he was here, didn't you?"

Gordon flashed his pearly whites. "What can I say? I keep tabs on people who might try to kill me one day. What do ya say we see if we can catch up to that brother of yours?"