Not Just the Family Business

Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)

"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 said as we walked into Biggerson's Restaurant.

Sam shook his head. "Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, OK?"

"Table for three, please," I said to the host, who was dressed rather fancy to be a regular host.

"Congratulations!" He shouted as a blaring alarm went off.

"It's exciting, I know." Dean smiled.

The restaurant owner handed us a comically large check as the staff started singing and taking photos. "You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family."

Balloons and streamers fell from the ceiling. Sam looked like he was so embarrassed he could die right there. Dean was thoroughly enjoying the fun. I was somewhere between them.

After all the hubbub was over, we were seated. Dean ordered half the menu because it was free. Sam and I ate our usual meals before Sam pulled out his laptop and went to work. Dean was only halfway through a bowl of ice cream when Sam found something.

"Bobby's right. Its 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 say from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Dean clutched his head as a brain freeze set in. Sam and I laughed.

"Can I freshen you up?" A pretty waitress held up a coffee pot.

I nodded. "Yeah, sure, thanks."

As she filled it, some dribbled onto my lap. Thankfully, it was warm not scalding. I jumped up a little.

"Oh!" The waitress grabbed a napkin and began to wipe off my leg. "Let me mop up here."

"It's okay. I got it." I tried to squirm away from her.

"It's no trouble, really," the waitress said. "It's my first day. I feel so bad."

I looked up at Sam as she continued wiping. I can't make her stop. It's her first day. She's so nervous.

"That's good," I said. "The rest will dry."

"Sorry about that." She blushed.

"It's alright," I said.

With a slight nod, she turned and walked away.

"Better watch your girl, Sam." Dean smiled. "I think that waitress is into her."

I narrowed my eyes. "Shut up."

As I grabbed my coffee to take a drink, I must've squeezed the cup too hard. I spilled it all over my lap as I brought it toward my lips. While the dribbles out of the pot had been warm, this amount was verging on hot. 

"Shit!" I leaped out of the booth. A waiter with a full tray bumped into me and everything crashed to the floor around us. "Sorry!"

The waiter shot me a death glare. I turned back to the guys.

"How was that good?" Dean asked.

"Melanie..." Sam looked at my jacket.

I reached into my pocket, which was hanging open. Before I even felt inside, I knew the rabbit foot was gone. I lowered my head.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered.

"We gotta get out of here," Sam said.

The three of us rushed out of the restaurant. As we made our way toward the car, I tripped on the curb and fell on my face.