In which a girl and her two brothers take over the family business of saving people and hunting things, but things get a little bit more complicated when something horrible happens to their own.
Book 1
Season 1-15
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Before we left the storage facility, we checked the security footage. We got the license plate of the people we suspected broke in, and Sam figured out where they lived. We pulled up into an alley beside an apartment, next to another car. Dean leaned out and checked its plates "Connecticut. Last three digits 8-8-0." Dean said "yep, that's it." Sam nodded as Dean clicked his tongue as if he were scolding them "should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera...you have to wait in the car." Dean said as he looked at me.
"What? No. You've let me be a part of so much lately." I said "yeah, well-." Dean said "well, what? It doesn't make sense, Dean." I said "my job is to keep you safe. And I haven't been doing that, that well. I mean, look at your arm." Dean said "who cares about my arm? Oh wow, it'll scar, big deal." I argued "I care." Dean sighed "I don't!" | yelled "hey! You listen to me right now! I'm not going to be around for much longer, and I plan to keep you completely intact for as long as I can!" Dean shouted.
As we stared at each other for a moment "I'll give you five bucks to stay in the car." Dean sighed "forty." I said straight-faced as Dean raised his eyebrows at me "ten." He said "thirty." I retorted "twenty." Dean said as I thought for a moment and put my hand up "deal." I said as Dean shook my hand and took out his wallet "I need to be more careful about what I teach you." He said as he handed me my money, and then he and Sam got out.
Sam and Dean came back out a while later, with a rabbit's foot. They explained that it could actually be lucky. Everything that happened in the building was out of pure luck. They barely had to touch the guys in the apartment. Apparently, they basically beat themselves up. We drove into town and parked in front of a Biggerson'sRestaurant. There was a convenience store right next door. So, Dean got out and went in while Sam looked through Dad's journal. Dean joined us a few minutes later, carrying a paper bag.
"I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal."Sam sighed as Dean pulled out several scratch cards from the bag and held them up in front of Sam "Dean, come on." Sam scoffed "what?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. Come on, Sam, scratch and win!" Dean said as Sam rolled his eyes but took the card and scratched it.
"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have locked it up." He said as he handed the card back as Dean looked at the card carefully "twelve-hundred bucks...you just won twelve-hundred bucks! I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me." He said as he handed Sam another card "Sam's right, don't you think that something that powerful is gonna have side effects or something?" I asked him "yeah, money." Dean said as I rolled my eyes.
After Sam finished scratching the cards, we got out of the car. While Dean calculated our winnings, Sam called Bobby "oh, man!" Dean laughed happily "now look, Bobby, we didn't know." (..) "well, Dad never told us about this thing. I mean, you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?" (...) "it's a hell of a luck charm." (...) "well, so I won't lose it, Bobby." (...) "well, then, how do we break the curse?" (.) Sam said as he put the phone down and sighed.
"Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Dean yelled with a massive smile on his face as we walked into the restaurant. We wanted to eat before we figured out what was going on with the rabbit's foot "don't worry, Bobby'll find a way to break it. Until then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man." Dean joked "look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay? Hi, uh, table for three, please." Sam said "congratulations!" The host yelled and rang a bell.
"Say that again?" Dean laughed "you are the one-millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" The host handed us a huge certificate, bigger than me. All the staff came out and swarmed us. They sang, brought us balloons, and popped confetti. Once they were done, they took our picture and brought us to our table. Sam took out his laptop and started researching while Dean and I engorged ourselves on our free sundaes.
"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." Sam said "I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Dean said as he clutched his head from a brain freeze while Sam and I laughed as a waitress walked over to our table with a pot of coffee "can I freshen you up?" She asked "yeah, yeah, sure. Thanks." Sam said as the waitress poured him his coffee, but as she stared and smiled at him, she spilled some on the table "oh!" She exclaimed.
"Oh! Oh, I uh..." Sam smiled "let me mop up here." The waitress said as she nervously pulled out a cloth "no, no, don't worry, it's okay, it's okay...I got it, uh..." Sam said as he tried to wipe it with a napkin "it's no trouble, really." The waitress smiled at him "okay." Sam smiled back shyly "sorry about that." She giggled "it's all right." Sam nodded as the waitress finished cleaning and walked away. Dean and I stared at Sam after the awkward, flirty exchange.
"Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky..."Dean said "shut up." Sam smirked "why? Every time. I mean, can't you guys just leave our waitresses alone?" I asked them as Sam laughed and went to pick up his coffee but instead knocked it over and managed to spill it on the table and himself "oh! Oh jeez, uh..." He said as he turned, and a waiter with a tray full of dishes crashed straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene "sorry!" He shouted and then turned back to us.
Dean and I stared at Sam, not having any idea what had just happened. Sam reached into his pocket and looked up, terrified "the rabbit foots gone." Sam said "son of a bitch." Dean said as we ran out of the restaurant, looking for our waitress, but she was nowhere in sight as Dean gestured for us to go to the car "come on!" Dean yelled as Sam and I ran after Dean, but Sam fell flat on his face in the middle of the parking lot "wow! You suck!" Dean shouted as I burst out in laughter, no longer able to hold it in.
While Sam slowly stood up and looked at me "thanks." He said as he looked down at his knees that were now scuffed and bloody "ow..." He mumbled "so, what, now your luck turns bad?" Dean asked "I guess." Sam sighed "I wonder how bad?" Dean asked.