Supernatural: Bad Day at Black Rock

A/N: Sorry for sounding grumpy in my Author's Notes last week, but I have been under a bit of stress lately due to getting ready for Halloween. Also, it turns out this is my 70th story and I didn't even realize it. So, this is also the final chapter for this story, which I hope you all have been enjoying and thank you to those who have posted reviews so far.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER FOUR: "SAY GOODBYE "WASCALLY WABBIT"

"But bade them farewell, saying, I must by all means keep this feast that cometh in Jerusalem: but I will return again unto you, if God will. And he sailed from Ephesus."

Acts 18:21

After calling the police about the location of Kubrick and Creedy, and Dean won on a bunch of scratch cards, they went to the nearest cemetery to finally get rid of the rabbit's foot, although Dean did suggest going to Las Vegas again, but they turned him down once again since Liz wanted the curse done before anything else happen to her.

While Dean worked on some more scratch cards Sam was prepping the items needed to destroy the rabbit's foot, and sprinkled something onto the embers of a small fire. "All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it."

"One second…" Dean muttered, scratching one more card, adding it to the pile of winning cards. "I'm just bringin' home the bacon."

"Whatever," Liz muttered, wanting the whole thing over with.

Dean stuffed the cards into the pocket of his jacket, which was swung over a gravestone, and pulled out the rabbit's foot. "All right, say goodbye "wascally wabbit"," he said cheerfully and tossed it onto the fire, where they watched it burned into ashes.

"Goodbye, ugly-ass piece of dead thing," Liz said while Sam shoveled dirt onto the remains of the fire after a few minutes to make sure, and then they all headed for the Impala. "So, how did Bela find the foot in the first place?"

"She used an Ouija Board to communicate with some of the pervious victims," Dean explained as they loaded their stuff into the back of the car. "She makes me think of Catwoman, only with a British accent."

"Well, if we're lucky, we'll never see her again," Sam stated as they climbed into the car. "Let's get out of here."

"We will," Dean said, pulling out the scratch cards, "but I've got to cash these first since we now have over forty thousand dollars in winnings here."

The others rolled their eyes, but didn't complain since the cash could come in handy, and so the next day, they waited as Dean cashed in the cards. It was then that they learned that Kubrick and Creedy had managed to escape before the police could arrest them, and they left a tip with the local FBI field office about the possibilities of finding the two rogue hunters and letting the BAU know about them, too.

Deciding that there wasn't much else for them to do, they headed back toward Sioux Falls to hook back up with Bobby and Ellen that they could find the demon that held Liz's contract soon…hopefully.

Los Angeles, California

Los Angeles International Airport, LAX…

Parker Turner yawned as he got off the plane and walked through the corridor into the massive building with his carry-on bag swung over one shoulder. He hated the fact that he was having to stay up until a certain period of time in order to cope with the time changes and the eventual jetlag as he checked his ticket to figure out where his next flight was.

'Just one more flight, and I'll be home,' he thought, looking around for a sign that would direct him to Gate C19, and sighed when he saw that his shoelace was untied. "Great." Pocketing his ticket, he set down his bag, and bent down to tie his-

BANG!

Parker dove to the floor as something shot past his head, causing a breeze near his hair, and there were screams and shouts. He looked up, just in time to see two security guards tackle a guy, who was trying to run for it, with a gun in his hand. Did that guy just try to kill him?

He slowly stood up, his eyes wide when he had a sudden feeling that he needed to get out of the way, and he took a step to the side – seconds before a second guy with a knife jumped at him. Realizing that he'd just escaped death a second time mere seconds apart, he lashed out with his foot, catching the second attacker in the stomach, making him double over, and then hit the guy in the back of the neck, knocking him to the floor.

"Are you okay, sir?" a security guard asked as he and two other security guards ran up.

"Despite being attacked by two complete strangers, I'm perfect," Parker answered, shaking slightly by all of this. "Who are these guys? And how did they get weapons in here?"

"No idea, sir," the security guard answered, "but we'll get to the bottom of this. Who are you, sir?"

"Parker Turner," Parker answered. "Newly returned to the United States after serving a mission in Japan, and I have to make a flight in two hours in order to return to Salt Lake City, Utah."

"I'll provide you with an escort, Mr. Turner," the security guard told him, offering a notepad and a pen, "just write down information about you, including your contact info."

Parker nodded, took the pad and pen, and wrote down everything that he could, including where he could be reached. "Sure." 'Man, this is getting crazy!' and once he did that, he was personally escorted to his gate a few minutes later, and it wasn't long before he was on his way home.

A/N: And that's a wrap on this story, see you all for the next story next week. R&R everyone!