( BAD LUCK )

      The Impala pulls into the motel lot and stops just inside the entrance. "All right Bobby, thanks. We owe ya, another one." Dean hangs up once again and turns to Sam and Elena. "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."

      "So what are we doing here?" Sam asks.

      "You my brother are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed." Dean says. "Elena, I need a little backup." Dean drives the Impala into the main lot, passing Kubrick's RV on the way.

      Later, Dean unlocks the door and leads Sam inside, turning on a light as he goes. "What am I even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asks.

      "Nothing, nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here, and don't move, OK?" Dean asks. "Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose."

      Sam sits in a chair and watched Dean leave, locking the door behind him. Sam wrinkles his nose a few times before risking a scratch.

QUEENS, NEW YORK

BELA'S APARTMENT
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      Bela's apartment is richly decorated and contains varied valuable artifacts. Bela is on the phone. She walks down stairs and into the kitchen. She talks with an affected British accent.

      "Because you shook on one point five. Well maybe I should just take it somewhere else?" She asks. Bela pets a Seal Point Siamese cat that is sitting on the counter. "Don't threaten me, Luke. Despite your reputation you don't scare me. Well I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour." Bela ends the call.

      Bela's security monitors register Dean approaching. Bela picks up the rabbit's foot with kitchen tongs and the Siamese cat hisses. Bela moves to look over at the security monitors, just missing Dean's arrival.

      Bela puts the rabbit's foot down, opens the wine cooler and extracts a gun from it before moving through the living room toward the front door. The door is ajar.

      As she approaches, she notices a beeping noise. The alarm system panel is flashing error. A bright yellow Post-It stuck to the panel reads TURN AROUND. Dean appears behind Bela, his gun drawn. Bela turns and draws her gun.

      "You left without your tip." Dean says and Bela smirks. Dean raises his eyebrows.

      Back in the motel, Sam rocks back and forth on the chair, bored stiff. Suddenly, the AC unit in the wall in front of Sam starts making a clunking, grinding sound. Smoke starts to pour out.

      "Oh come on, I- I didn't- I wasn't..."
He sighs. Sam gets up and cautiously approaches the unit. The unit catches on fire.

      Sam grabs the comforter off one of the beds and attempts to put out the fire with it. When Sam thinks he's got it, he gets up, only to find his jacket sleeve is now on fire. Sam panics and uses the curtain to put it out.

      The curtain rips and falls away, revealing Kubrick and Creedy staring in through the window. Sam falls back, knocking himself out on the floor. Kubrick smiles and looks to the sky in thanks.

BELA'S APARTMENT
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      Dean and Bela are engaged in a stand-off. "You're gonna give it back." He says.

      Bela laughs. "Sweetie, no I'm not." She says.

      "Yeah, We'll see. Bela, right?" Dean asks.

      "That's right, Dean."

      "You know the thing's cursed, don't you?" Dean asks.

      "You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that." She says.

      "Really?"

      "There's a lucrative market out there. A lot of money to be made. You Hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college." Bella says.

      "So you know the truth, about what's really going on out there and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?" Dean asks.

      "I procure unique items for a select clientele." She says.

      "Yeah. A thief." Dean says.

      "No, a great thief."

      In the Motel, Creedy is restraining Sam to a chair with Duct Tape. Sam comes to. "Oh, he's awake!" He yells.

      "Back with us, eh?" Kubrick asks.

      "We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all spastic, and knocked yourself out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs!" Creedy exclaims.

      "Who are you, What do you wa-" Kunrick snaps his fingers in Sam's face.

      Sam looks confused. "I used to think your friend Gordon sent me." Kubrick says.

      "Gordon? Oh come on!" Sam yells.

      "Yeah, he sent me to track you down, and put a bullet in your brain."

      "Great. That sounds like him." Says Sam.

      "But, as it turns out, I'm on a mission from God." Kubrick strikes Sam across the face.

      "Look Bela, my brother, he touched the foot. And when you took it from him, his luck went from-" Dean starts.

      "I know how it works."

      "So then you know he's gonna die unless we can destroy it." Dean says.

     Bela looks insincere. "Oh...You can have the foot." Dean looks surprised. "For one point five million."

      "Nice. Yeah, I'll just call my Banker." Dean says sarcastically. "How'd you even find the damn thing? Stuck in the back of some storage place, middle of nowhere."

      Bela looks over her shoulder. Dean follows her gaze to a Ouija Board and planchette on the mantle. "I just asked a few of the ghosts of the people that it killed. They were very attuned into it's location." She says.

      "So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?" Dean asks.

      "Being a Hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?" Bela
asks.

      "Well aren't you a glass half-full?"

      "We're all going to Hell, Dean." Bela says. "Might as well enjoy the ride."

      "I actually agree with you there. Anyhoo, this has been charming but uh, look at the time." Dean looks behind her and smiles.

      "Yoohoo." Elena says behind them and holds the rabbits foot in a towel. Bela and Dean look at her. "Oh and this? Looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers."

      Elena throws the rabbits foot to Dean and he catches it. "If it's any consolation I think you're a truly awful person." Dean says and he and elena run out.

      Bela fires at Dean and misses completely. She fires again, the bullet ricocheting around breaking several objects and hitting the Ouija Board. Dean laughs and holds out the rabbit's foot to taunt Bela and makes a run for the door.

      Bela fires again at Dean's retreating form, the bullet again ricocheting around and destroying more objects. The Siamese cat runs off and Bela ducks. Dean escapes. "Seeya!" Dean yells. Bela sighs.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Creedy throws a glass of water in Sam's face. Sam's cheek is bruised and his nose is bloody. Sam shakes the water off while Kubrick watches, sitting on one of the Motel beds.

      "You were part of that Demon plan to open the gate weren't you?" Kubrick asks.

      "We did everything we could to stop it." Sam says.

      "Lie lie lie!" Kubrick yells. "You were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?"

      "No, I don't, OK? You're wrong about all of this." Sam says.

      "Where are they gonna hit us next?" Kubrick asks as Sam sighs and stays silent. Kubrick strikes Sam across the face again. "WHERE?! Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kinda weirdo psychic freak?"

      "No, not any more I- no powers, no visions, nothing, it just-" Sam starts.

      "LIAR!"

      Kubrick punches Sam hard. "Now no more lies. There's an army of Demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe you can understand why we can't take chances." Kubrick draws his gun and points it at Sam.

      "Whoa, OK, OK, no don't- hold on a minute!" Sam yells.

      "Hey, Kubrick just-" Creedy starts.

      "No, you saw what happened Creedy, ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this Motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen."

      "Look, I can explain all of that if-" Sam starts.

      "Shut up! It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do his work. This is destiny." Kubrick says.

      "Whoa..." Sam says.

      Kubrick aims the gun point blank at Sam's forehead. Sam squeezes his eyes shut. The sound of another gun being cocked is heard in the room.

      "Nope. No destiny, just a rabbit's foot." Dean says from behind them.

      "Put the gun down son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall." Kubrick says.

      "What, this thing?" Dean asks.

      "Yeah, that thing."

      "OK. But you see there's something about me that you don't know." Dean puts his gun down, looking smug, and picks up a pen sitting next to it.

      "Yeah? What would that be?" Kubrick asks.

      "It's my lucky day." Dean tosses the pen toward Kubrick. It lodges itself in the barrel of his gun and Sam looks impressed. Dean laughs. "Oh my God, did you see that shot!?"

      Creedy lunges at Dean and aims a punch. Dean easily side-steps and he runs straight into the wall, falling backwards and hitting the floor.

      Kubrick stares at the pen in the barrel for a few moments before trying to dislodge it. "I'm amazing." Dean picks up the TV remote from the table and throws it hard at Kubrick, who is just about to aim for Dean. It hit's him right between the eyes, knocking him out cold. He drops like a stone. "I'm Batman." He says suavely.

      "Yeah. You're Batman." Sam says sarcastically.

CEMETERY
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      Sam is crouching, and sprinkles something onto the embers of a small fire. Dean is checking over more scratch cards. "All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it." Sam says.

      "One second..." Dean says.

      "Dean, you-" Sam start.

      "Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon." Dean says and Sam sighs. Dean smirks and stashes the cards in his jacket, which is slung over a gravestone. "All right, say goodbye "wascally wabbit"."

      The sound of gun is heard cocking. Dean turns round. "I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever. Put the foot down, honey." She says.

      "No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not-" Dean tries and Bela ignores Dean, aims at Sam and fires.

      Sam goes down, groaning. "Son of a-" Dean says and Elena starts to lunge for Bela.

      "Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger." Bella says. Sam gets up, clutching his shoulder. Bela turns to Dean. "You've got the luck, Dean. You I can't hit. But your brother? Him I can't miss."

      "What the Hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!" Dean yells.

      "Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people." Bela says. "Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."

      "All right! All right. Take it easy." Dean goes to drop the rabbit's foot, but instead throws it at Bela. "Think fast."

      Bela catches the foot and curses. "Damn!" She says.

      "Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?" Dean says.

      Bela drops the rabbit's foot in the embers. "Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer." She says.

      "Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?" Dean asks him.

      "Nope. Not even a little." Sam says angrily.

      "Hmm. Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry." Bela goes and leans on the gravestone where Dean's jacket is.

      "Oh don't go away angry, just go away." Dean says.

      Bela smirks. "Have a nice night, boys." Bela walks away. The rabbit's foot burns in the fire.

      "You good?" Dean asks.

      "I'll live." Sam says.

      "I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck." Elena says.

      "Oh! I forgot we're up $46000, I almost forgot about the... scratch tickets." Dean searches his jacket and comes up empty. Bela's car roars in the distance. Sam and Dean look at each other, then watch her drive away.

      Bela smirks to herself, Dean's scratch cards laying beside her. Bela picks up the pile and laughs.

      "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yells.

PRISON
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      Kubrick is talking to Gordon. His nose is taped up. "You were right about everything. Sam Winchester is more than a monster. He's the adversary." Kubrick says.

      "And what was it that convinced you?" Gordon asks.

      "God led me to him, and his will is clear."

      "OK... That's great. Glad to have you onboard. But, uh, first things first. We gotta get me the Hell out of here. 'Cause like I told you before, Sam Winchester must die." Gordon hangs up the two-way phone.