Selina Winchester Season 3

Bad Day at Black Rock Pt. 2

Dean walked over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands. He got in. "I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal," Sam explained as he looked at the Rabbit's food. Dean held up several scratch cards in front of me.

"Dean, come on,"

"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,"

"Dean, they didn't knock themselves out I used my telekinesis..."

"Just scratch one." Dean begged "C'mon Selina, scratch and win!" Dean handed over a coin and a card. I scratched it.

"Dean, it's gotta be curse somehow." Sam said "Otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up," I handed the card back to Dean

"$1200...You just won $1200!" Dean laughed and hollered "I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" he handed me another card expectantly. Sam took the rabbit's foot and dialed his phone. As Dean laid out 6 scratch cards, calculating our winnings. "Oh, man!" Dean laughed.

***

Sam watched as Dean looked like a kid on Christmas as he counted the winnings on the scratch cards "Now look Bobby, we didn't know,"

"You touched it?" Sam looked down at the Rabbit's foot he was holding "Damn it, Sam!"

"Well Dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?"

"His lockup? Yeah, I knew. Hell I built those curse boxes for him. Listen, you have got a serious problem." Sam noticed something shining under a newspaper on the ground. It was a gold watch "That rabbit's foot ain't no dime store notion." Sam picked up the watch, turned and showed it to Dean. Dean mouthed 'awesome!' "It's real Hoodoo, Old World stuff. Made by a Baton Rouge conjure woman about a hundred years ago,"

"It's a hell of a luck charm," Sam noted

"It's not a luck charm, it's a curse! She made it to kill people, Sam! See, you touch it, you own it. You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the Devil. But, you lose it, that luck turns. It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week..." Sam went silent "Sam?"

Sam turned to look at Selina sitting in the back seat of the Impala watching Dean with a smirk on her face. "Bobby...Selina touched the rabbit's foot,"

"Balls!"

"How do we break the curse?"

Bobby sighed "I don't know if you can." Sam placed the rabbit's foot in his jacket pocket "Lemme look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight and keep an eye on your sister,"

"Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Dean announced as he and Selina exited the Impala. Sam gave a half-smile, looking worried.

"Sam..." Selina voiced "What's wrong?"

***

We entered the restaurant after Sam explained the curse of the rabbit's foot "Don't worry," Dean told me "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 told Sam

"Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, OK?" he looked at the restaurant owner "Hi, uh, table for three please,"

"Congratulations!" The Restaurant owner exclaimed as an alarm went off

"It's exciting, I know," Dean said

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" Staff began singing and taking photographs. Balloons and streamers fell from the ceiling. Me and Sam looked embarrassed while Dean looked ecstatic.

***

Sam was on his laptop. While Dean at a bowl of ice cream, Dean looked towards me but I shook my head, my appetite gone. "Bobby's right." Sam said "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," I groaned slamming my head against the table.

"I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's," Dean proclaimed. I narrowed my eyes as he was struck with a brain freeze. Sam laughed as a waitress approached our table with more coffee.

"Can I freshen you up?" The waitress asked

"Yeah, yeah sure." Sam said "Thanks," The waitress poured Sam more coffee but, smiling at him, spilled some.

"Oh!"

"Oh! Oh I uh-"

"Let me mop up here,"

"No, no, don't worry it's okay, It's okay-I got it, uh..."

"It's no trouble, really,"

"Ok,"

"Sorry about that,"

"It's all right," The waitress finished cleaning up and walked away, looking over her shoulder as she went and smiled. Sam and Dean both leaned in and watched her retreat.

"Oh..my god!" I groaned as I watched the two.

"Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky..."

"Shut up," Sam smirked as he went to pick up his coffee, he knocked the cup over and managed to spill it all over the table and himself. Sam jumped out of his seat. "Oh! Oh geeze, uh..." he stood up only to crash into a waiter with a full tray, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and I looked shocked. "Sorry!" Sam told the waiter as I looked back at the Dean.

"How was that good?" Dean asked

"Sam..." I looked at him with fear in my eyes "please tell me you still have it,"

Sam searched his pocket "I still have the rabbit's foot," but Dean and I could tell he was lying.

"Son of a bitch," we muttered

***

We rushed out of the restaurant. "Come on!" Dean shouted, Sam fell flat on his face.

I slowed down and turned around "Wow! You suck!" I reached down and picked Sam up off the ground.

"Ow..." Sam muttered

"So what, now your luck turns bad?" Dean asked as we noticed Sam's jeans were torn at both knees, which were bloody and raw.

"I guess,"

"I wonder how bad?"

"Well let's go to the men who originally stole it," I suggested.