The Usual Suspects

“So Sarah,” Sam spoke easing the tension, and making an excuse to get dean to turn down his rock music. “We never asked but what was it you took in college?”

“World history and mythology, ever since I was a kid I’ve always enjoyed the both. When I turned fifteen I knew after I graduated High School I wanted to study into the mythology part, I thought if it would help my father and me in the hunt why not.”

“Really?” Dean asked, “give us some insight then.”

“Well for one thing I know that those boxes back there in your fathers’ storage held cursed objects,” she retorted.

“Do you think whatever is in the stolen box is cursed?” Dean questioned.

At this she shrugged her shoulders, “it’s hard to tell when you haven’t seen the box. I know the outcomes of the other objects are not pretty, not pretty at all.”

“That’s, that then when we get it back let’s not touch it in case of the consequences,” Sam insisted.

With that said they arrived at the apartment building, the three hunters reached into the hidden compartment in the Impala trunk and took out a gun. Sarah looked at her personal favorite an AMT Automag IV and smiled taking off the safety and cocking it.

Dean looked at her impressed, he cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “is that a Winchester?”

“Yup,” she replied, “and the only Winchester I don’t mind sleeping with.” Dean looked defeated as Sam let out a small laugh. The three then headed towards the apartment, not before hiding their guns by placing the barrels in their jeans.

As soon as they entered the apartment it seemed that there was nothing but bad luck in the air. Sarah knew something bad was going to happen. It seemed like they ran out of luck and they were desperately losing against the robbers. Just as Sarah thought she had one of the robbers down she was thrown against the wall where she hit her head.

As she fought consciousness she saw a box near her, she noticed a foot, a rabbit’s foot, she groaned knowing full well what it was. Sam then picked up the foot, which caused Sarah to groan again as he helped her up. At this moment one of the guys pointed Dean’s colt at both of them, when he went to shoot it jammed. He looked at Sarah than Sam and tried again, it still didn’t work, at this moment Dean knocked him out cold.

“You ok Sarah?” Sam asked.

“Oddly enough,” she responded, rubbing her head, “better than when I hit the wall.”

“That was a lucky break,” Dean started, and he then looked at the foot in Sam’s hand, “is that a rabbit’s foot?”

“I think it is,” Sam replied, Sarah rolled her eyes at this and Dean just gave her a look, she bit her lip nervously, that look was slowly growing on her.

He then looked at Sam, “huh,” he then cleared his throat seeing how Sam was still holding Sarah up around the waist. At this Sam made sure Sarah was find and was able to stand before stepping away from her. At this they left the building.

Before hitting the motel they hit a convenience store where Dean picked up a few lottery tickets, when he came back out he gave the tickets to scratch. Sam cautiously took them, as Dean rubbed his hands together he smiled broadly. Sarah couldn’t help but laugh at how foolish and childish the elder Winchester looked. At that moment she noticed how much of a boyish look the hardened brother could look.

“Dean, c’mon,” Sam groaned.

“What? Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head. My gun don’t jam, so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break,” Dean told him. “Here, scratch one. C’mon, Sam. Scratch and win!”

“ Dean, it’s gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise, Dad wouldn’t have locked it up,” Sam replied, worriedly of course, Sarah knew it was cursed. Since she knew this she decided she would also keep an eye out just in case something was to happen to it. Finished scratching the ticket Dean grabbed it and started checking it out.

“ $1,200. You just won $1,200. Ha ha! Whooo! I dunno, man, it doesn’t seem that cursed to me,” he replied, Sarah laughed at the look on his face causing him to her face and abruptly kiss her. Not only did Sarah look shocked but Sam did as well. At this he whipped out another lottery ticket and gave it to Sam to scratch. At the motel Sarah laid back on a bed while Sam stood by the window, Dean sat down beside Sarah looking as serious as ever.

“I think we should call Bobby,” Dean finally spoke, being so used to calling her father he didn’t bother asking her. At this Sam came over and sat at the end of the bed and nodded, Sarah than sat up and squeezed in between the brothers. Dean then grabbed his cell out of his jean jacket pocket, Sarah watched as he went through his contacts until the name Bobby Singer popped up. He then hit call and placed the phone on speaker so his taller brother and the girl could hear what the elder man had to say.

“Hey Bobby this is Dean,” he said into the phone.

“Did you find out what was missing?” The man on the other end asked.

“Yeah,” Sarah replied, “it’s a rabbit’s foot that was in a box.” She added in a matter of fact tone of voice.

At this Sam spoke up, “when I grabbed it we ended up coming by a lot of good luck.”

The three young people sitting on the old motel bed heard a sigh come from the other end of the line, “You see, you touch it, you own 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,” Sam responded.

“Everybody loses it,” Bobby raged, Sarah stood up off the bed and stretched. She went to the fridge where they had stored bottles of water. She grabbed one for herself and two beers for the boys, Dean who had just hung up the phone took the beer happily from the girl.

The next day seemed to start way too early, Sarah slowly got out of the bed to make sure she wouldn’t wake up the youngest Winchester brother in the process. She’d always sleep in one of their beds and being the nice person she was she didn’t want either brother falling asleep in an uncomfortable chair. She grabbed some clothes from her duffle bag and headed to the shower. When she was done and dressed she walked out of the bathroom to see both brothers were now awake.

“You hungry Sarah?” Dean asked..

“Starving Dean, let’s go eat,” she replied smiling at the boys. At this the trio made their way to the Impala and to a diner they passed coming in to town. In the diner Sarah took a seat by the window and Dean sat in next to her while Sam took the seat across from the two. As Sarah was watching Dean Pig out on his ice cream she listened to Sam talk about the foot.

“You just can’t cut one off of any rabbit; it has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon on Friday the thirteenth.”
Sarah and Sam burst out laughing as Dean tried to play off an ice cream headache. Then at that moment waitress came over to give Sam coffee. She noticed there was something off with the waitress’s hair, at that exact moment she spilled coffee on Sam’s lap.

“Oh I’m sorry,” she said before grabbing some napkins and wiping some of the coffee up. She walked off quickly after she had finished and disappeared.

“Well,” Dean stated, “looks like it’s time to go.”

“Wait, Sam do you still have the foot?” Asked Sarah, he then checked his pocket and it was empty.

“Dammit!” Exclaimed Dean, he then quickly threw down some money and they all ran out. Sarah and Dean heard a smash and looked around to see Sam on the ground. Both ran back to help him up, his knees skinned. “Wow you suck what now, so your luck turns bad?”

“I guess,” Sam replied, looking back down at his knees. When they made it back to the car Dean took the lottery tickets that were still in Sam’s jacket pocket.

“Dean,” sighed Sam trying to grab them back.

“Hey, back off jinx, I’m bringing home the bacon.”

“Look you two the only way we’re going to find out who that chick was is to go back to the robbers place and see who they were working for,” Sarah said putting her seatbelt on.

“When you’re right, you’re right,” Dean added starting up the engine, the impala purred as the ignition started and they were on their way.

At the apartment they tied the guy up, the other mysteriously died after the foot was taken. Standing behind Sarah who had her arms crossed and a somber looking Dean, Sam loudly crashed to the floor taking a lamp and the table it was on down with him.

“Sam you ok?” Asked Dean.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he replied. Sarah couldn’t help but notice the smirk on the guys face; she wanted to wipe that smirk off badly. At this Dean walked over to the guy as Sarah went to Sam and asked who it was. He replied with the name Bela. Once outside Dean’s phone begin to ring, Sarah leaned up against the Impala as Dean answered, he stood in front of her blocking the view of Sam who was coming up cautiously. Before reaching them though he managed to step in a big wad of fresh gum.

“Hello,” Dean spoke into the receiver; he was standing close enough to Sarah that she could hear her father on the other end.

“Dean, great news. It wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick.”

“Bobby, that’s uh, great, except Sam, uh...Sam lost the foot. “

“He what!” She heard her father on the other end yell.

“Bobby listen, listen, this uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. She's in her mid-twenties, and she was sharp, you know. Good enough with the con to play us. And she only gave the guys she hired a name, probably an alias or something,” he turned and looked at Sam who was trying to get the gum off his shoe by scraping it up against a grate, “Luigi or something.”

“ Lagosi,” Sam corrected.

“ Right, Lagosi.”

“ Lagosi? Lagosi... Aw crap, it's probably Bela,” replied Bobby.

“ Bela Lagosi? That's cute,” Dean asnswered saracastically.

“Bela Talbots her real name, I crossed paths with her once or twice.”

“She knew about the rabbits foot is she a hunter?”

“Pretty friggen far from a hunter,” added Bobby, “she does go around the territory, she’s been out of the country last I heard she was in the middle east some place.”

“Well I guess she’s back,” Dean said.

“Which means seriously bad luck for you.”

“Great.”

“If it is Bela at least I know some folks who might know where to find her.”

“Thanks Bobby again, by the way we’re taking excellent care of Sarah,” he added at the end.

“She can take care of herself, just look after your brother you ijit,” at this Dean hung the phone up and they both looked at Sam who had a very disappointed look on his face.

“What?” Asked Dean

“I lost my shoe.”

“Come Sam,” Sarah replied walking over to him and grabbing his arm, “we’ll get the foot back, do the ritual and get your luck back to normal. I don’t need to be losing either of you boys, we’ve only been with each other for over a week and you’ve both grown on me like a bad rash.” Dean smiled at Sarah from across the car before getting in, though in the car it went straight to a sigh.

At this moment Sarah knew Dean and everyone else was hiding something from her. At the motel Dean made Sam sit and a chair and not move. Dean explained that he was going to hunt Bela down and get the foot back, Sarah on the other hand went to get the stuff they needed for the cleansing ritual. Sarah was just about to hail a cab when she received a phone call.

“Hello.”

“Hey this is Dean, I got the foot, the bad news is someone’s got Sammy, don’t worry I’ll get him in one piece go get the cleansing ready and we’ll meet you there.”

“There’s not a day that goes by that you boys don’t get yourselves in danger is it,” she smiled.

“Well sweetheart that’s what Winchester’s do; I’ll see you around ok.”

“See you around Dean,” instead of hailing a cab Sarah found a parking lot that was empty of people and stole one of the cars. That was after she checked around for cameras; she found the perfect car and headed off. About twenty minutes later she had everything ready when she heard the sound of the impala coming around the bend.

“Bela got the foot back,” Dean spoke sounding very disappointed in himself, Sarah then looked at Sam noticing the red stain on his jacket.

“You ok Sam?”

“Yeah Sarah, she shot me but Dean patched me up before we got here.”

At this moment they heard another car come up, a woman stepped out of the car, “Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer” She said with a very clear, very proper British accent.

“Wow...I really don’t feel bad about that, Sam? Sarah?” Dean asked looking at the two of us.

“Nope,” the two of us replied at the same time.

“Well,” she spoke back, “maybe next time I’ll hang you out to dry.” She then looked at Sarah trying to read her and then back to Dean.

Dean shook his head, “aw, don’t go away angry, just go away.” And with that the brothers and Sarah were off to the Impala and back to the motel.