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Sam slumped in his chair, none too happy with getting benched. "What am I supposed to do, Ruby?"

"Nothing. I don't want you to do anything. Just sit there and exist. Do anything more than that and you'll be dead. Don't mess with the lights; you'll get electrocuted. Don't touch the thermostat or that will break. Hell, don't even scratch your freaking nose, who knows what could happen then." Ruby turned, walking towards the door. "I'm going to find this chick and bring her back here. I know the spell that will destroy the foot once and for all, so, uh, survive until then, okay?" Ruby shut the door, sealing Sam in the motel room.

Hearing the door lock, Sam looked around the room. Who knew how long it would take for Ruby to get back? Sam's nose twitched. Crap, Ruby talking about scratching his nose made his nose itch! Scratching his nose wouldn't kill him, would it? Sam rebelliously scratched his nose, pleasantly surprised when nothing happened.

Dean looked up at the apartment building in front of him. "You sure this is the place?"

Gordon sighed. "Yeah, this is where we'll find out more about your missing brother."

They got out of the Impala and walked inside, heading towards the stairs. Dean let Gordon go first, unsure whether or not to turn his back on him. He still felt bad about breaking Gordon, the man who tried to kill his little brother, multiple times, out of jail, even if it was for a good cause. What would Sam say? Would he even want to talk to him anymore?

Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when Gordon stopped in front of a door. "We're here."

Dean slowly opened the door to see a balding man drinking whiskey and looking at a picture.

Grossman lowered the picture and stared at the two men in front of him. "Aw, man. What do you want? I've had enough shit for today."

Dean walked in slowly, Gordon right behind him. "Heard about your friend. Sorry. Did his death have anything to do with a tall brunette man and a blonde bitch?"

Grossman rolled his eyes. "You're working with them? Piss off."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the drunken man before him. "I'm trying to be nice, but you're testing the small patience I have. The man who was here earlier is my brother; I'm just trying to find him. Where did he go?"

Grossman leaned forward. "Screw. You."

Dean walked up to the drunk and socked him across the jaw. "Where's my brother you son of a bitch?!"

Rubbing his jaw, Grossman glared at Dean. "I don't know, okay? He left with the damn rabbit's foot, and now Wayne is dead and I'm sure she's going to kill me but whatever."

Gordon got in Grossman's face. "Who's going to kill you?"

Grossman, still rubbing his jaw, smirked. "I bet you'd like to know."

Gordon didn't bat an eye. "Yeah, and if you don't tell me, I'm going torture your sorry ass until you do. Who's going to kill you?"

Grossman was quiet for a few minutes, whether he was thinking about it or trying to remember her name, Dean couldn't tell. "Lugosi. Now get the fuck out."

Gordon grabbed Dean's shoulder, pulling him back into the hallway. "I recognize the name Lugosi; it's an alias used by Bela Talbot. She sells things with supernatural qualities to the highest bidder, and I'd bet either the rabbit's foot the drunk is blabbering about is actually lucky or she's planning on selling your monster of a brother." Dean bristled. "Either way, I'll bet that your brother is with her. Let's go find Ms. Talbot."

"Maybe I should take it somewhere else?" Bela Talbot was annoyed at the man on the phone. They shook on 1.5 million U.S. dollars for the rabbit's foot, but now he wanted to pay her less! "Don't threaten me, Luke!" Bela growled. "Despite your reputation, you don't scare me." Bela smirked as Luke tried to make amends, sipping her coffee. "Well, I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour."

"You won't be able to make your date. Might as well cancel." Bela turned, gun at the ready. The blonde in front of her was relaxed, not at all unnerved by the gun aimed at her head. "You might not be scared of Luke, but you damn well better be terrified of me."

Bela stared down the blonde. "How did you get in here? I have security cameras at every entrance, and an alarm system that could stop the FBI."

Ruby laughed and threw her head back. When she looked back at Bela, her eyes were black. "You couldn't stop me if you tried. Now, you stole something from my partner, and I will get it back."

Bela cocked her gun. "Are you telling me I outsmarted a demon earlier? I'll put that on my resume." She smirked "Is your little boy-toy dead yet?"

Ruby glared at Bela and threw her against the wall, gun sliding across the room. "You are in no position to speak like that. Am I clear?" Bela clawed at her throat, vainly trying to stop an invisible force from choking her. "Yes? Good. Where is the rabbit's foot?"

Ruby dropped Bela, the latter gasping in air. Quickly recovering, Bela stood up and squared her shoulders. "What do you care if your pet human dies? Just get another."

Ruby narrowed her eyes. "Watch your tone. Give me the damn foot and you might survive this."

Bela laughed. "You think I'm scared of you? I procure unique items for a select clientele. You aren't the worst I've dealt with."

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "No? You might have to rethink that." Bela's eyes slid closed and she slid down the wall to the ground, out cold. "I'm not only a demon; I'm a witch. And this witch slipped a sleeping spell into your coffee." Ruby spotted the foot on the counter and picked it up in a rag. Looking at the unconscious form on the floor, Ruby asked, "Let's go on a little road trip, shall we?"

Sam sat sullenly in the chair, twiddling his thumbs. Bored couldn't even begin to describe his mood. Sam rocked back and forth in his chair, listening to the hum of the air conditioning.

A loud squeak emitted from the air conditioner, causing Sam to stop rocking as he peered at the offending machine. Smoke floated out of the air conditioner.

"Aw, c'mon, I-I didn't..." Sam slowly stood up, trying his best not to break anything. He approaches the air conditioner with trepidation. A flash of orange and suddenly the air conditioner caught fire. Grimacing, Sam ripped off the comforter and beat the flames.

"Really, Sam? What did I say about leaving the chair?" Sam jumped and fell backwards, landing not so gracefully on his ass.

"Ruby! I... The air conditioner..." Sam looked at the air conditioner, which was no longer on fire, and back and Ruby. "Sorry."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "I've got the foot and the supplies we'll need to destroy it once and for all. Oh! And I brought you a little present." Ruby helped Sam up and motioned towards the other bed where a brunette woman was tied up, unconscious. "This is Bela Talbot, our thief."

Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Ruby, you can't just kidnap someone! There are rules and etiquette-"

"And stealing a mystical object voids her of any protection. ESPECIALLY since it put your life in danger." Ruby interrupted. She held up the rabbit's foot. "C'mon. We have a rabbit's foot to burn."