( BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK )

PRISON
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      Kubrick is being swiped down with a metal detector, before he enters the prison visitors area. He sits down in front of Gordon Walker and picks up the two-way phone.

      "It's true. A Devil's Gate was opened in Wyoming. Big. St Helen's big. There's no solid fix on how many demons got out, but it's in the hundreds. An army." Kubrick says.

      "Sam Winchester was there, wasn't he?" Gordon asks.

       "Talked to a guy who knows a guy who knows Bobby Singer, and yeah it looks like the Winchesters were at ground zero when the gate was popped, but Singer said they went in there to stop it."

      "Uh uh, Bobby's edge ain't what it used to be. Sam could have him believing anything by now." Gordon says.

      "Listen Gordon, as far as talk goes, Sam Winchester checks out. He's a hunter, that's all." Kubrick sagas

      "That's all?" Gordon asks and Kubrick nods. Gordon Laughs. "Kubrick, I'm not even sure he's human." Kubrick laughs nervously. "You think I'm crazy? I told you there was a war coming, six months ago. Take a look around. It's here. Now I'm telling you this boy is a part of it. Track him down, Kubrick. You'll come to see it too. Sam Winchester must die." Gordon hangs up the phone.

HIGHWAY
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      The Impala is travelling along a quiet, dark road. Sam and Dean are arguing. "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 yells.

      "No one was chatting, Dean." Sam says.

      "Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?"

      "Because-Because she said she might be able to help us out." Sam says.

      "How?" Elena asks as Sam pauses.

      "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?" Dean asks.

      "She told me she could help you, OK?" Sam says and Dean looks incredulous. "Help you out of the crossroad deal."

      "What is wrong with you, huh? She lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is, it's me. What else did she say?" Dean asks and Sam is silent. "Dude?"

      "Nothing." Sam says. "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."

      "I just don't understand why you're willing to trust her." Elena says and Dean nods in agreement.

      Dean looks at Sam and sighs. You're OK right, I mean you're feeling OK?" He asks.

      "Yes I'm fine, Why are you always asking me that?" Sam asks. A phone starts ringing. Sam reaches for his own. "It's not mine."

      Dean goes for his. Nope. Check the glove compartment, it's Dad's." He says.

      "Dad's?" Sam asks.

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

      Sam opens the glove compartment, finds John's phone and answers it. "Hello? Yes...this is Edgar Cayce...No, no, no, no, don't- 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- my book in front of me,"

      Sam gestures to Dean for a pen. "do you- do you have the address so I can...Sure, OK. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot." Sam ends the call. "Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?"

      "What?" Dean asks.

      "Outside of Buffalo?"

      "No way." Dean says.

      "Yeah. And someone just broke into it." Sam says.

KUBRICK'S RV AND
CREEDY'S PICKUP
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      Kubrick and fellow Hunter Creedy are cleaning and checking weapons inside the RV. "So you got no hard evidence on this Sam Winchester guy, you're just working off Gordon's instincts?" Creedy asks.

      "You ever hunt with Gordon?"

      "No. I heard he's good." Creedy says.

      "Good?" Kubrick laughs. "He's the best, saved my ass more times than I can count. So if he says Sam Winchester's dangerous, I believe him."

      "He's gonna be covering his tracks. Won't be easy to find."

      "Last I got puts him in Nebraska three weeks back." Says Kubrick.

      "Not exactly a fresh lead." Creedy says.

      "He ain't invisible, Creedy. Some Hunter out there knows something. So we start calling out contacts. All we need is one break." Kubrick gets up from the table and looks over at Creedy, who has taken something out of an overhead cupboard and is fiddling with it. "Don't play with my Jesus."

STORAGE FACILITY
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      Sam, Elena and Dean are standing in an old elevator. "Man..." Dean starts.

      "What?" Sam asks.

      "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." Says Dean.
  
      "Well, we're about to learn something." Sam and Dean exit the elevator and find the storage container.

      Dean unlocks the padlock and opens the sliding door, both brothers with flashlights at the ready. On the dusty floor of the container is a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

      "No Demons allowed." Elena says.

      "Blood. Check this out." Dean holds up a tripwire which is attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull.

      "Whoever broke in here got tagged." Sam says.

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

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

      "Living the high life, as usual." Dean says.

      Sam, Elena and Dean venture further inside. Dean aims his flashlight on the skull and shakes his head. Sam looks over a desk while Dean picks up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.

      "1995." Dean says.

      "No way! That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this." Sam says.

      Elena grabs the trophy and smiles at Sam. "You played soccer?" She asks.

      "Yeah, but I kinda sucked." Sam says.

      "It's cute." Elena says.

      "Yeah... About the closest you ever came to being a boy." Dean says and spots something. "Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. 6th Grade." Dean Laughs and pumps the shotgun.

      Sam moves further into the container and opens a door to a back room. The chain on the door has been cut. Sam and Dean enter and pass their flashlights over the scene.

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

      Sam spots boxes inscribed with symbols on a far shelf. "Hey Dean, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes." He says.

      "Curse boxes? They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in right, kinda like the Pandora deal?" Dean asks.

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

      "Well Dad's journal didn't mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes, he never did say where they ended up." Dean says.

      "No, then this must be his toxic waste dump. One box is missing...Great."
 
      "Well maybe they didn't open it."

WAYNE AND GROSSMAN'S APARTMENT
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      "Come on man, let's open it." Grossman says.

      "Shut up about the damn box!" Wayne yells.

      Inside the apartment of petty thieves Wayne and Grossman, Wayne is sitting on the couch, his left shoulder bleeding from a gunshot wound. The missing curse box is on a coffee table.

      "Do you see what's happening here? I am literally bleeding to death!" Wayne yells.

      "Uh, I'm gonna open it."

      "Grossman!" Wayne yells.

      "Look what if this is really worth something? What, we should just hand it over to her? Hey, we took all the risk. Hell, Wayne. You got shot." Grossman says. "And all for a lousy few hundred bucks. Now we could make more selling whatever it is ourselves." He breaks open the lock on the box with a knife and lifts the lid.

      Wayne gets up from the couch to see what's inside. "Huh?" Grossman asks.

      "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!" Wayne picks up the object in the box. "It's a rabbit's foot- It's a rabbit's foot Grossman! I'm gonna die for a damn rabbit's foot." Wayne and Grossman are interrupted by banging on the front door. "Oh great, now what?"

      Wayne slams the rabbit's foot down on the table while Grossman answers the door. "Oh, hey Foster."

      "Hey, listen guys not to be a drag or nothing but it's six o'clock in the morning!" Foster yells.

      "Right..." Grossman starts.

      "Can't you keep it down?!" Foster asks.

      "No we...Just got a situation here is all, sorry."

      Foster turns to Wayne. "What the hell happened to you?" He asks.

      "Shotgun happened to me."

      Foster walks over to Wayne before turning back to Grossman. "Hey Grossman? Under my sink there's a medical kit. And get some water boiling."

     "OK." Grossman leaves and Foster checks Wayne's wound.

     "I used to be an Army Medic you know, in 'nam? So I guess this is your lucky day."

APARTMENT BLOCK
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      Sam and Dean pull up in the alley beside the apartment block, next to another car. Dean leans out and checks the car's plates. "Connecticut. Last three digits 880." He says.

      "Yep, that's it." Elena says.

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

      Wayne and Grossman are playing Poker. "Four Kings." Wayne says.

      Grossman groans. "Unbelievable."

      "You see that?" Wayne laughs.

      "Yeah, yeah yeah."

      "Deal 'em up again." Wayne says.

      Sam and Dean break into the apartment, armed, and sneak inside. "Royal Flush. Grossman, that's the second Royal Flush in eight hands."

      "Yeah, this is a lot of fun." Grossman says sarcastically.

      "I can't lose. I mean really, I- I can't lose!" Wayne grabs the rabbit's foot. "Maybe this thing really works? You know what I'm saying? I tell you something there's no way in Hell we are handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now, not after all we've been through. Uh uh. Let's go, huh? Let's get out of here, let's go have some fun."

      "FREEZE, FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE!" Dean yells.

      "Don't move!" Sam yells.

      "DON'T MOVE!"

      "What is this?" Wayne asks and he moves around the room.

      "STOP!" Sam yells.

      "All right, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't-" Dean starts.

      Elena looks at an open box with ancient letter written all over it. "Oh they did." She says.

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

      "Are you guys cops?" Wayne asks.

     "Huh?" Dean asks.

      "ARE YOU GUYS COPS?!" Wayne repeats.

      "What was in the box?" Dean yells as Wayne glances over at the coffee table where the rabbit's foot sits. Dean follows his gaze. "Oh, was that is, Huh? It was wasn't it? What is that thing?"

      Wayne uses Dean's distraction to knock the gun from Dean's hand. It falls to the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet ricochets off a radiator and hits Sam's gun, causing him to drop it. The same bullet then ricochets again and breaks a lamp.

      Sam and Grossman both go for Sam's gun. Grossman pushes Sam into Dean. Dean falls back on the coffee table, launching the rabbit's foot into the air.

      "Sorry!" Sam yells to Dean.

      Grossman throws himself at Sam, sending them both to the floor, and then starts punching Sam in the face. Wayne goes for Dean's gun. As he picks it up and aims for Sam, he hits Dean, who has just got up, square under the chin, knocking him down again.

      Grossman is now trying to strangle Sam. Sam desperately tries to reach for the rabbit's foot, which is almost out of reach. Sam just manages to grab it, then knocks Grossman's hands away from his throat and kicks him back into a corner. Sam gets up.

      "Dean! I got it!" Sam yells.

      Wayne moves forward and cocks Dean's gun in Sam's face. "No you don't." Wayne says.

      Grossman gets his hands on Sam's gun while Wayne pulls the trigger on Sam. The gun jams. Wayne panics and tries to clear the chamber, while Dean gets up and tries to stop him.

      Wayne is surprised and stumbles back, tripping over a rug and falling back over the couch. He knocks himself out. Sam, Elena and Dean look at each other, confused.

      Grossman gets up and tries to point the gun at Sam. "Sam!" Elena yells.

      As Grossman moves, the bookshelves above him collapse, knocking him out cold. His gun flies out of his hand and Sam catches it. Dean looks astounded.

      "That was a lucky break! Is that a rabbit's foot?!" Dean asks.

      Sam holds it up. "I think it is." He says.

      "Huh."

BIGGERSON'S RESTAURANT PARKING LOT
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      Dean walks over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands. He gets in. Sam and Elena are inside. Dean takes something out of the bag. "I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal." Sam says.

      Dean holds up several scratch cards in front of Sam. "Dean, come on." Elena says once she realizes what he had in plan.

      "What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at Sam's head, and my gun don't jam so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break." Dean says. "Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!"

      Dean hands over a coin and a card. Sam scratches it. "Dean it's gotta be cursed somehow, otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up. Sam hands the card back.

      "1200...You just won $1200." Dean laughs and hollers. "I don't know man doesn't seem that cursed to me!" Dean hands Sam another card.