𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

Chapter 177-Things Have Taken A Turn

Later, we found out from Bobby that one of the guys they had fought earlier had died and that they had been hired by someone to steal the foot. We went back to the apartment. This time, Dean let me go with them because he needed extra eyes on Sam. When we walked up to the apartment, Dean easily opened the door because it was unlocked, and we walked in. A man was sitting in a chair, completely drunk "oh, man. What do you want?" The man said "heard about your friend. That's bad luck." Dean said "piss off." The man slurred "we know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman." Dean chuckled.

"Oh yeah? How do you know that?" The man asked "because she just stole it back from us." Dean said as the man laughed "listen, man, this is seri-." Sam said as he tripped on a wire on the floor, pulling a CD player off of a shelf which sent it and himself crashing to the floor. On his way down, he put his hand out and took a lamp down with him as well. I choked back laughter "Sam, you okay?" Dean asked "yeah, I'm good!" Sam yelled and then got up as the man smirked "I want you to tell us her name." Dean said "screw you." The man laughed.

"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner." Dean sighed "what?" The man said "it was the rabbit's foot." Dean explained "you're crazy, man." The man scoffed "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 here 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." Dean said as the man dropped his smirk and 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?" Dean questioned "no." The man whispered. The man told us that the woman who hired them was named Bela Lugosi. I thought the name sounded really familiar but just shrugged it off. As we left the building, Dean called Bobby "hello?" (...) "Bobby, that's uh, great, 'cept
Sam, uh-Sam lost the foot." Dean said as I looked over at Sam as he groaned. He was
looking at the bottom of his shoe, which had a massive chunk of gum stuck to it.

"Bobby, Bobby, listen. This, uh, this hot chick stole it from him." (.....) "I'm serious." (...) "in her mid-twenties, and she was sharp ya know, good enough at the con to play us." Dean said as Sam walked over and started to scrape the bottom of his shoe on a broken storm drain "and she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something. Uh, Luigi, or something?" Dean said as he looked over at us "Lugosi." Sam and I said in unison as Sam scraped his shoe a little harder, which ended up pulling his shoe off.

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute." Dean said as Sam's shoe splashed down in the drain, he peered down, looking completely lost "oh, Sam..." I said, looking at him with sympathetic eyes "well, she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a hunter?" Dean asked (...) "uh, I guess she's back." (...) "great." (...) "thanks, Bobby. Again." He said as he hung up and then looked over at Sam, who looked back defeated "what?" Dean asked.

"I lost my shoe." Sam said sadly as Dean looked down at Sam's foot, which now only had a sock on it. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and turned toward the Impala. Sam put his head down and followed behind Dean. I patted his back sympathetically. On our way to a motel, Bobby called back with more information on Bela "all right, Bobby, thanks. Hey, we owe ya another one." Dean said and then hung up "all right, 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." Dean said.

"So, what are we doing here?" Sam asked him "you, my brother, are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed. And you, my beautiful baby sister, are gonna babysit." Dean said as he looked at me as I thought for a minute and then shrugged in agreement. After Dean parked, we checked in and made our way to the room "what are we even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked "nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here...and don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose." Dean said as Sam sat down, looking pitiful.