Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 3. I know that you guys are probably waiting for Aeron to give Sam hell for trusting Ruby aren't you? I worked hard on the first chapter of this chapter. I hope that you enjoy it. Get ready for some angry Dean and angry Aeron. Without further ado Chapter 3. ENJOY!

Chapter 3

Aeron sat in the back looking out the window at night. She was very pissed off… no scratch that she was fuming. Her arms were crossed and she was biting her lip.

"Because demon, that's why. I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!" Dean yelled at his brother. He couldn't believe that Sam wasn't thinking.

"No one was chatting, Dean." Sam said, rubbing his face.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?" Dean said, narrowing his eyes at Sam.

"Because… because she said she might be able to help us out!"

"How?"

"Damn it Sam. How will some demon bitch help us out? No demon is that willing to help." Aeron huffed, not even looking in his direction.

"No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?" Dean questioned wanting the truth from his brother.

"She told me she could help you okay?" Sam defended Ruby even though he really didn't trust her because of her saying things about Aeron.

Dean looked at him in confusion.

"Help you out of the crossroads deal."

Dean looked at Sam like he had gone and lost his head. "What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is… it's me." Dean sighed. "What else did she say?"

Sam kept silent.

"Dude?"

"Nothing." Sam sighed. "Nothing, ok? Look I'm not an idiot Dean, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy. We don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it."

Dean sighed. "You're okay right, I mean you're feeling okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Why are you always asking me that?"

Aeron groaned. She knew why Dean was asking. Dean knew that he was still going to hell and Sam was either going to break and hurt someone or break and get himself killed. Hell she had gone through the same thing with her brother.

A phone began to ring.

Aeron checked hers. "It's not mine." She said harshly.

Sam reached for him. "It's not mine either."

Dean checked his. "Nope." Dean rubbed his face. "Check the glove compartment, it's dad's."

"Dad's?"

"Yes, I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call."

Sam opened the glove compartment and found John's phone. He answered it. "Hello? Yes… this is Edgar Cayce. No! No, no, no, don't call the police. I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I.. I uh, I don't have my book in front of me," He gestured to his brother for a pen.

Dean gave him a pen.

"Do you… do you have the address so I can… Sure, ok. Go ahead. Right, thanks." He hung up the phone. "Dad ever tell you that he kept a container at a storage place?"

"What?"

"Outside of Buffalo?"

"No way."

"Yeah. And someone just broke into it."

"Oh that's just grand." Aeron said, rubbing her face.

"Do you know something about the storage container?" Dean questioned her.

Aeron rolled her eyes. "No. But most hunters have them. Hell, I have one in Texas." She said scoffing.

"Huh… well I guess that isn't so odd then."

"Bet your skinny ass it isn't odd."

"Hey."

Aeron rolled her eyes. "It is a saying, Deano. Never would check out your ass."

"Hey."

She shook her head.

SNSNSN

The three of them were in the elevator.

"Man…" Dean said, rubbing his face.

"What?" Sam asked in confusion.

"Just dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man." Dean said, shaking his head.

"Well, we're about to learn something." Sam said, slipping his hands in his pockets.

The three of them got out of the elevator.

Dean unlocked the unit and slid the door open.

They slowly walked into the storage unit.

"No demons allowed." Sam said, looking at the devil's trap.

"Blood. Check this out." Dean said holding up a tripwire that is attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull.

Sam's eyes widened. "Whoever broke in here got tagged."

"Dear old dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, it looks like it was a two-man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking." Dean told them.

"So what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?"

"Living the high life, as usual." Dean said, shaking his head.

The three of them went further in.

"Well John certainly wanted to keep some memories locked up in here." Aeron said, looking around.

Dean laughed when he saw a skull. He shook his head.

Sam looked over at a desk while Aeron went further into the unit.

Dean picked up a trophy from a shelf. He dusted it off some. "1995."

"No way! That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this up." Sam said, taking it from Dean.

"Yeah… It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy."

Aeron shook her head.

Dean wandered off. "Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade." Dean laughed and pumped the shotgun.

Sam moved in further and opened a door to a back room. The chain had been cut.

The three of them slowly walked into the back room.

"This is really creepy." Aeron said, shaking her head seeing the arsenal that John had in here.

"Holy crap. Look at this, he had landmines… Which they didn't take. Or the guns. I guess they knew what they were after huh?"

Sam spotted some boxes that were inscribed with symbols on the far shelf. "Hey Dean… Aeron… check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes."

Dean and Aeron moved closer to get a better look.

"Curse boxes? Th… they're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kind like the Pandora deal?"

"Yeah. Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object."

"Well, dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes… he never really did say where they ended up."

"Yeah. Well this must be his toxic waste dump." He saw a rectangular shape in the dust. He ran his finger along the dust. "One box is missing… Great."

"And I hope it isn't the box that I think it might be." Aeron said, rubbing her face. She knew of some of the boxes that John had hidden due to Bobby.

"Well maybe they didn't open it."

"That's the worst thing to say Dean. We can't jinx ourselves on this. Come on."

"Aeron what are you doing?" Sam questioned looking at the strawberry blonde haired woman.

Aeron grinned. "Come on. Security cameras. We can only hope that they didn't black out their plates."

"Oh smart Red."

Aeron shook her head.

The three of them slipped out of the unit. They were going to go and check the cameras and run the plates to see where the plates would lead them too if they hadn't blacked them out.

SPNSPN

Dean, Sam, and Aeron pulled into the alley beside an apartment block next to another car.

Aeron stuck her head out the window kneeling on the back seat. "Connecticut. Last three digits 880."

"Yep that's it." Sam said smiling looking back at Aeron getting a good sight of her back and perfect ass. He rubbed his face.

Dean chuckled. "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera."

Aeron sat back down on the seat. "What did I say? There might be a good chance that they didn't black out their plates. Which is a dumb ass move if you are going to steal something. Come on and let's give these fuckers a scare."

"Only you would say that."

"Oh come on. Don't you want your box back?"

Dean got out of the Impala. "Guns."

"Yeah." Sam said getting out of the car as well.

Aeron slid out of the back seat.

"Aeron…"

"Now is not the time Sam." She snapped at him.

"You can't be mad at me…"

"I can be mad at you. No demon would be so willing to help us hunters." She took a deep breath. "I don't care what Ruby says." She looked into Sam's hazel eyes. "There is a slim chance to none. You need to know that." She looked down. "Come on." She said following Dean up the stairs.

Sam let out a soft sigh. How was he going to get her to listen to him? He didn't trust Ruby, at least not right at that moment. He was planning on using her to try to save Dean. Did she really think that Dean wouldn't be saved?

Dean knocked the door in with a kick.

The three of them burst into the room with their guns drawn.

"Freeze, Freeze! Nobody moves!" Dean yelled.

"Don't move!" Sam shouted.

"Don't move!" Aeron shouted as well.

"What is this?" Wayne asked.

"Stop!" Sam shouted.

"Alright, give us the box." Dean told them. "And please tell me that you didn't…."

"Oh they did." Sam said, looking at the box that sat on the table.

"You opened it?!" Dean yelled slamming Wayne against the wall.

"Are you guys cops?" Wayne asked.

"Huh?"

"Are you guys cops?" Wayne yelled again.

"What was in the box?" Dean questioned him with narrowed eyes.

"Answer his question." Aeron said not lowering her gun any.

Wayne looked over at the coffee table where a rabbit's foot sat.

Dean's gaze followed Waynes. "Oh, was that it, huh? It was, wasn't it? What is that thing?"

Wayne used Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand.

It fell to the floor causing it to fire. It ricochets off of a radiator and hits Sam's gun causing him to drop it and it then ricochets from his gun into Aeron's shoulder causing her to scream causing her to drop her gun.

Sam and Grossman both went for Sam's gun.

Grossman shoved Sam into Dean and caused Dean to fall onto the coffee table launching the rabbit's foot into the air.

"Sorry!"

Grossman threw himself at Sam knocking them both to the floor. Grossman threw punches at Sam's face.

Wayne went for Dean's gun. He aimed at Sam. He hit Dean who had gotten up to his feet under the chin causing him to fall down again.

Grossman tried to strangle Sam.

Aeron moved quickly slamming into Grossman knocking him off of Sam.

Grossman turned and hit her in the side of the face with his fist sending her flying to the ground landing on her bad shoulder causing her to shriek.

Sam grabbed the rabbit's foot. "Dean! I got it!" He shouted standing up. He went over to Aeron and helped her up onto her feet.

Wayne moved forward, cocking Dean's gun in Sam's face. "No you don't."

Grossman got his hands on Aaron's gun while Wayne pulled the trigger on Sam.

The gun jammed on Wayne. Wayne panicked and tried to clear the chamber.

Dean got up off of the floor. He went over to try and stop him.

Wayne stumbled back and fell over the couch knocking himself out.

Grossman gets up and points at Aeron's gun.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

Grossman moved the books fell from the bookshelves and fell onto his head knocking him out. Aeron's gun flew into Sam's hand.

Dean looked astounded.

Aeron held onto her bleeding shoulder.

"That was a lucky break!" Dean looked at the item that Sam held. "Is that a rabbit's foot?"

Sam held it up. "I think it is."

"Huh." Dean shook his head.

"As much as I love the both of you boys…" Aeron said through gritted teeth. "But I think that my shoulder needs to be tended to."

Sam and Dean looked at her.

"Is it a clean shot?" Dean questioned her.

"How the hell can I tell? It feels like there is a bullet inside." She hissed holding her hand tightly over it to keep the blood at least at a slow pace bleeding wise.

"Well let's get it tended to and then we will eat."

"Sounds good to me." She looked at the rabbit's foot that Sam now held. She shook her head. She didn't like the look of that rabbit's foot. She had a strange feeling that it was going to be a lot more trouble than what it was worth.

SNSNSN

Dean stitched Aeron's shoulder up. Thankfully there was no bullet in it. It went clear through which was good for her. He then took them to Biggerson's Restaurant. He went in to do whatever he was going to do there.

Sam was looking through his dad's journal in hopes to find something.

Aeron was laying in the back, her head resting on her balled up coat.

Dean came back with a paper bag in his hands. He got in. Dean took something out of the bag.

"I'm not finding anything on it in dad's journal." Sam told Dean.

Dean pulled out several scratch cards in front of his brother.

Aeron rolled her eyes. Was he serious… wait scratch that he was serious.

"Dean, come on."

"What? Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun didn't jam. SO that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win." Dean said, handing a coin over and a car.

Sam scratched it off. "Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise dad wouldn't have locked it up." He said handing it back to his brother.

Dean looked at the card. "$1200... you just won $1200." He laughed. ``I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" He said, handing another card.

Aeron groaned. "Come on, Dean. I don't think we will have time for this."

SNSNSN

Dean was outside laying six scratch cards on the hood calculating their winnings. Dean laughed. "Oh, man."

Sam had called Bobby. "Now look at Bobby, we didn't know." Sam said, leaning against the car.

"You touched it? Damn it, Sam!"

"Well dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?"

"His lock up? Yeah, I knew. Hell, I built those curse boxes for him. Listen, you have got a serious problem."

Sam noticed something shining under a new paper on the ground. It was a golden watch.

"That rabbit's foot ain't no dime store notion."

Sam picked up the watch and showed it to Dean.

Dean mouthed awesome.

"It's real hoodoo, old world stuff. Made by a Baton Rouge conjure woman about a hundred years ago."

"It's a hell of a lucky charm." Sam told Bobby.

"It's not a lucky charm, it's a curse. She made it to kill people, Sam! See, you touch it, you own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the devil. But you lose it, that luck turns. It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week."

"Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby."

"Everybody loses it!"

"Well, then, how do we break the curse?"

"I don't know if you can."

Sam put it into his pocket.

"Lemme look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight and get Anne to dig in her books that she has on her. She might have something as well."

Sam put the phone into his pocket after Bobby ended the call.

Aeron looked at Sam. "What did Bobby say?"

"He's going to do some research. He said something about you looking too."

Aeron let out a sigh. "Of course he did."

"Dude! We're up fifteen grand!"

Sam looked at brother , giving him a half smile.

"Come on, let's get something to eat."

The three of them walked into the restaurant.

"Don't worry, Bobby will find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man."

Sam shook his head at what his brother said. "Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, ok?" He looked at the owner. "Hi, uh, table for three please?"

"Congratulations!"

An alarm goes off.

Aeron shook her head. This was going to be one long day.

"It's exciting I know."

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!"

The staff took pictures and sang.

Sam looked embarrassed. This was probably one of the worst things that could happen right at that moment.

Aeron groaned, turning her head trying to ignore the noise going on around them.

Dean of course was ecstatic about the whole thing.

SNSNSN

Sam was on his laptop searching for the information that would hopefully help them. "Bobby's right. This lore goes way back. Pure hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth."

Aeron got up from the table. "Of course. I'll be right back." She said walking away from the boys. She tiredly walked towards the bathroom and went inside. She locked the door and removed her coat. She looked over her shoulder. Her fingers lightly pressed on it. She shook her head. She was going to have to be careful from now on. She was beginning to realize the more she was with Sam and Dean the more trouble that she got herself into. She came out after slipping her jacket back on and saw Dean and Sam were watching a woman retreating.

"Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky…" Dean said to Sam.

"Shut up." Sam said, rolling his eyes. Sam went to pick up his coffee and he knocked it over and it spilled on the table and on himself. Sam jumped up out of the seat. "Oh! Oh Geez, uh…" He turns and a waiter with a full try crashes into him causing things to fall and causing a scene.

Dean looked shocked.

Sam looked at the waiter. "Sorry!" He turned back to Dean.

"How was that good?"

Sam reached into his pocket and found it was empty.

"Don't tell me…" Aeron shook her head.

"Son of a bitch."

"I leave you two alone for five minutes and you lose the damn rabbit's foot. Seriously?" She shook her head. "Come on."

The three of them rushed out of the restaurant.

"Come on!" Dean said, running ahead.

Aeron was right behind him.

Sam tripped and fell flat on his face.

Dean stopped and turned. "Wow. You suck."

Aeron and Dean reached down pulling him up onto his feet.

"Ow."

"So what, now your luck turns bad?"

Sam groaned. "I guess."

Aeron looked at Sam's knees. They were ripped and his knees were bloody and raw. "Come on."

"I wonder how bad."

"That Dean… you better hope that you didn't jinx him." She said walking with him.

SNSNSN

Sam, Dean, and Aeron showed back up the apartment that they had gotten the rabbit's foot from. Dean and Aeron walked in and Sam hung back.

"Oh, man. What do you want?" Grossman asked, narrowing his eyes at them.

"Heard about your friend. That's bad luck." Dean said not in a caring tone.

"Piss off."

"We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman."

"Oh yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because she just stole it back from us."

He laughed.

"Listen man, this is seri…." Sam took a step forward tripping over a wire pulling a cd player off of the shelf and sending them both to the ground. A lamp was taken with him.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

Aeron shook her head and walked over to him to help him off of the ground.

Grossman smirked.

"I want you to tell us her name."

"Screw you." Grossman said.

"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner."

"What?"

"It was the rabbit's foot."

"You're a crazy man." Grossman said scoffing.

"You know I'm not. You saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And my brother is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head.``

Grossman looked worried.

"Now I can read people… and I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?"

"No." Grossman whispered.

"So are you going to help us?" Aeron asked, holding Sam close to her so he didn't get hurt. That was the last thing that they needed was Sam getting hurt even more.

Grossman nodded his head.

"Good."

SPNSPN

The three of them exited the apartment building.

Aeron was walking ahead of the brothers. She dodged the gum easily.

Dean's cell phone began to ring. He stepped over a wad of pink gum that was on the ground. "Hello?"

Sam followed only to step in it. Sam looked frustrated as he lifted his shoe up off of the gum.

"Dean, great news. Wasn't easy but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick."

"Bobby, that's uh, great, cept Sam, uh…" He looked over at his brother and grimaced. "Sam lost his foot."

"He what?!"

"Bobby. Bobby listened. This, uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. In her mid 20's, and she was sharp you know, good enough at the con to play us."

Sam tried to scrape the gum off of his shoe on a broken grate of a broken storm drain.

"And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something. Uh, Luigi or something?"

Sam is still trying to scrape his shoe off. "Lugosi."

"Lugosi."

"Lugosi? Lugos… Aw crap, it's probably Bela."

Sam moved his foot too hard and he lost his shoe. He kneeled down trying to get it back.

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute."

Aeron stopped in her tracks. "Son of a bitch." Aeron groaned.

"Bela Talbot's her real name." Bobby groaned. "Crossed paths with her once or twice. Anne ran into her a few more times. I am really not sure of what happened when Anne crossed paths. Anne won't tell me."

"Well she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a hunter?"

Aeron scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Pretty friggin' far from a hunter, but she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country." Bobby sighed. "Last I heard she was in the Middle East someplace."

"Ah, I guess she's back."

"Which means seriously bad luck for you."

"Great."

"But if it is Bela… At least I might know some folks who know where to find her."

"Thanks, Bobby. Again."

"Just… look out for your brother, ya idjit."

Dean put his phone in his pocket. He looked back at Sam. "What?"

Sam looked upset. "I lost my shoe."

Dean looked down and saw that one of his shoes was gone. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He turned away.

Sam hung his head.

"Come on boys." Aeron said getting into the Impala.

SNSNSN

Dean pulled into the parking lot and stopped inside the entrance. "Alright, Bobby. Thanks. Hey, we owe ya. Another one." He looked at Sam. "Alright, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick… lives in Queens. So it'll take me about two hours to get there."

"So what are we doing here?" Sam questioned looking at his brother.

"You, my brother, are staying here cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed." He said pulling into the main lot.

SNSNSN

Dean unlocked the door and led Sam inside. He turned on the light.

"What am I even supposed to do, Dean?"

"Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here." He said pulling a chair into the middle of the room. "And don't move. OK? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose."

"Dean." Aeron called to him.

"What is it?" He asked, looking at her.

"I'll stay with him."

Dean's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah…" Aeron said, nodding her head."Better to have an extra pair of eyes. Plus you don't want me to go with you." She shook her head. "Unless you want Bela dead."

"I take it you know her better than Bobby let's on."

"That's an understatement."

Dean nodded his head. "Alright. Just watch out for him."

Aeron nodded her head. "It's the least that I can do."

Dean headed to the door, locking it.

Sam sat down. Sam wrinkled his nose a few times before scratching it.

Aeron let out a sigh. "Don't scratch." She said grabbing onto his hands to keep him from scratching his nose.

Sam let out a sigh. "What do you know of this Bela…"

"Trust me. I don't think you would want to know the history between me and Bela. It's not pretty."

"Are you certain about that?"

Aeron removed her hands from his. "I am certain." She said sitting down on the bed. "Bela… she's just really bad news. I've come close to wanting to put a bullet between her eyes."

"She's wronged you?"

"In more ways than one." She let out a sigh. "She stole something of mine a while ago…"

"Don't you want to get it back?"

"In the worst way, yes. But it ain't worth getting myself killed."

Sam nodded his head.

"Besides… I am not too sure if she stole the item that she stole from me."

"Why do you say that?"

"She's a thief Sam. It's what she does. I don't like people who think they can steal rare objects." She shook her head.

Sam understood what she had meant. He could only hope that Dean would be able to find Bela and bring the foot back to destroy it.

"Sam."

He looked at her.

"Dean will find the foot. We will get this problem fixed."

"Is that why you stayed with me?"

Aeron locked her blue gray eyes with his hazel ones. "I didn't want something to happen to you." She stood up. "You think you'll be alright for 20 minutes?"

Sam looked at her confused.

"I'm gonna go and get a shower." She shedded her coat carefully. "Besides I think that I need to clean this wound up a little bit."

Sam nodded his head. "Yeah. I should be."

"Ok… just try not to move." She said walking by him and patting him lightly on the shoulder before digging in her bag grabbing a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans along with a bra and panties buried into the flannel. She slipped into the bathroom.

SNSNSN

Sam rocked back and forth on the chair. Since Aeron had gone and gotten a shower he had gotten bored. He liked it when he was talking to her. He heard a clunking grinding sound. He looked up and saw that smoke was pouring out of the AC. Sam looked at it sadly. "Oh come on, I… I didn't… I wasn't…" He let out a sigh. He got up slowly and cautiously walked over to the unit.

The AC caught on fire.

Sam grabbed the comforter off of one of the beds and attempted to put the fire out with it.

Aeron came out of the bathroom. "Sam.. What the hell?"

Sam turned sharply.

"Sam."

"What?"

"Your arm is on fire."

Sam saw it and used the curtain to try and put it out. He ended up getting tangled in it pulling it down and falling back landing into Aeron taking her with him knocking them both out.

SNSNSN

Creedy restrained Sam to a chair with Duct Tape while Kubrick taped down Aeron.

Sam's eyes fluttered open.

"Oh, he's awake." Creedy said with a smile.

"Back with us, eh?" Kubrick said, looking at Sam.

"We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all in." Creedy wiggled. "Spastic, and knocked yourself out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis trying to stack chairs!"

"Who are you? What do you want…"

Kubrick snapped his fingers in Sam's face.

Sam looked at him confused.

"I used to think your friend Gordon sent me."

"Gordon? Oh come on!"

"Yeah, because he asked me to track you down, and put a bullet in your brain."

"Great. That sounds like him." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"But, as it turns out… I'm on a mission from God." He said, striking him in the face.

"What are we going to do about the slut?" Creedy asked.

"Oh. Nothing. Just let her watch the death of Sam Winchester."

"He really knocked her out, didn't he?"

"Oh yeah."

SNSNSN

Creedy threw a glass of water onto Sam's face.

Sam looked worse for wear. His cheek was bruised and his nose was bloody. Sam shook his head to get the water off of him. He saw Kubrick. He let out a sigh. He looked over and saw that Aeron had a bruise over her eye and her temple was bleeding. Aeron didn't deserve that kind of treatment by fellow hunters.

"You were part of that demon plan to open the gate weren't you?" Kubrick asked with narrowed eyes.

"We did everything we could to stop it."

"Lie lie lie! You were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?"

"No, I don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this."

"Where are they gonna hit us next?"

Sam sighed and stayed silent.

Kubrick struck Sam across the face.

Sam exhaled.

"Where?! Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kinda weirdo psychic freak?"

"No, not any more. I… no powers, no visions, nothing, it just…"

"Liar!" He yelled, punching Sam.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Aeron shouted. Her eye was swollen shut, but her good one was narrowed. "He's not lying."

Kubrick looked at her. He nodded his head towards Creedy.

Creedy walked over to her and grabbed her by her hair. "Shut up!" He yelled, slamming his hand across her face.

Aeron felt blood go into her mouth. She spat it out onto Creedy.

"Now no more lies. 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." He drew his gun. "Why can't we take chances?" He pointed his gun at Sam.

"Whoa, okay, okay, no, do… hold on a minute!"

"Hey, Kubrick just…" Creedy tried to intervene.

"No, you saw what happened, Creedy. 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."

"Look, I can explain all of that if…." Sam said only to be cut off.

"Shut up!" He pointed the gun at Sam, not even looking at him.

Sam let out a long suffering sigh. This was not going the way that he wished. This bad luck was really going to get him killed.

"It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do his work. This… is destiny."

"Whoa…." Dean said coming into the room.

Kubrick aimed the gun point blank range at Sam's forehead.

Sam's eyes squeezed shut.

Dean cocked his gun. "Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot."

"Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping your brain off the wall."

"Oh, this thing?"

"Yeah that thing."

"Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know." Dean said, putting his gun down looking fairly smug. He picked up a pen.

"Yeah? What would that be?"

"It's my lucky day." Dean tossed the pen and it lodged itself into the barrel of Kubrick's gun.

Sam looked at his brother and was impressed.

Aeron shook her head.

Dean laughed. "Oh my God, did you see that shot!?"

Creedy lunged at Dean and tried to punch him.

Dean easily sidestepped and Creedy ran into the wall hitting the floor.

Kubrick looked at his gun that had the pen in it. He tried to dislodge it.

"I'm amazing." Dean picked up the television remote then threw it hard at Kubrick. It hit him right between the eyes, knocking him out cold. Dean smiled. "I'm Batman."

"Yeah." Sam said sarcastically. "You're Batman."

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Sam was crouching over a small fire. He sprinkled something over it.

Dean was busy checking over the scratch cards he had.

"Alright. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it."

"One second…"

"Dean you…"

"Hey back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon."

Aeron rolled her eyes.

Sam sighed.

Dean smirked and stashed them into his pocket of his jacket which was hanging over a gravestone. "Alright, say goodbye wascally wabbit."

Aeron turned sharply when she heard a gun cocking.

Dean turned as well.

"I think you'll find that it belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever." Bela stated. "Put the foot down, honey."

Aeron pulled her gun out, cocking it.

"No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I have to be able to read people. Ok, you're a thief, fine, you're not…"

Bela ignored Dean and aimed at Sam.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Bela." Aeron said with narrowed eyes.

"Oh Aeron, is that you sugar?"

"That's right bitch."

"Oh you're still mad at me."

Aeron kept her gun aimed at Bela. "What do you think the answer is Bela?"

"Oh pooh. You can't be mad at me for stealing that one thing."

"Tend to one you sold it."

"Oh yes…"

Aeron lowered her gun. There would be no way to get it back.

Bela shot Sam in the shoulder causing him to go down.

"Son of a…"

"Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger."

Sam slowly got up clutching his shoulder.

Aeron moved over to Sam to look his shoulder over.

"You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your brother? Him I can't miss."

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!" Dean shouted.

"Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."

"Alright! Alright. Take it easy." Dean goes to drop it, but he throws it at Bela. "Think fast."

Bela catches the foot and curses.

Dean smiled.

"Damn."

"Now, what do you say we destroy, that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?"

Bela sighed in annoyance."

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Aeron had bandaged Sam's shoulder up.

Bela dropped the rabbit's foot in the embers. "Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer."

Aeron scoffed.

"Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?" Dean asked, looking over at his brother who Aeron was taping the bandage in place.

"Nope. Not even a little." Sam said, shaking his head.

"Hmm. Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry." Bela said looking at the brothers leaning over the gravestone that had Dean's jacket hanging over it.

"Oh don't go away angry. Just go away." Dean said, rolling his eyes.

She smirked. "Have a nice night, boys. And I am sure that I will be seeing you around." She said looking at Aeron.

"And I might be putting a bullet in your head." Aeron said with venom lacing her voice.

She walked away from the three hunters.

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The three of them walked back towards the car.

"You good?" Dean asked, looking at his brother.

"I'll live." Sam said, putting his hand on his newly patched shoulder.

"And what about you?" Dean asked, looking at Aeron.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Aeron said, putting her hands in her pockets.

Dean let out a sigh. He could tell that she was pissed. Very pissed off with the information that she had found out from Bela. Hell he wanted to know what was stolen from Aeron, but was truly afraid to ask her. "I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the… scratch tickets." Dean reached into pockets and found nothing.

Aeron shook her head. "That's why you keep things close to you." Aeron said scoffing.

The three of them looked at one another and watched Bela drive away.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled angrily.

Aeron shook her head. "Come on boys. We should go back to the motel. Time for us to go to get some sleep."

"And how do you think we are going to pay for the room?"

Aeron rolled her eyes and pulled out her money. "If you have forgotten I had some money." She shook her head. "Come on. Let's get some sleep."

The three of them walked back to the Impala to get some sleep from the long night that the three of them had.

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This is the end of chapter 3. I hope that you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think of what I revealed about Bela and Aeron. What do you think Bela had stolen from Aeron? I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Do you think Bela lied to her? Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Until next time.