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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺

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"Dean, why can't you listen to me?" Delaney huffed from the back seat of the Impala as Dean sped down the empty dark road.

"Because demon, that's why! I mean, the second you find out this Randy guy is a demon, you go for the Holy Water. You don't chat!" Dean chastised, clearly upset that Delaney had even given Randy a second look. 

Delaney rolled her eyes at Dean and crossed her arms across her chest. "No one was chatting, Dean."

"Oh, yeah? Then why didn't you send his ass back to Hell?" Dean countered.

"Because - because he said he might be able to help us out," Delaney informed, poking her head into the front seat. "He told me he could help you, okay? Help you out of the crossroads deal."

Sam gave Delaney an incredulous look. "Delly, he had to be lying. You have to know that, don't you? Randy knows what your weakness is - it's Dean and I. He knows you'd do anything if it meant Dean or I would be safe. Did he say anything else?"

Delaney growled lowly and pushed herself back so she was sat back in her seat with a pout on her face. "Nothing, Sammy."

Sam shot Delaney a look that practically screamed he didn't believe a single word that came out of her mouth.

"I said nothing, Sammy!" Delaney snapped, annoyed that neither Dean or Sam would listen to her about what Randy said. "I'm not stupid. I'm not talking about trusting Randy. I'm talking about using him. I mean, we're at war, right? We don't know jack about the enemy. We don't know where they are. We don't know what they're doing. Hell, we don't even know what they want. Now, this Randy guy 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, guys."

Dean and Sam exchanged a silent look with each other before Dean's eyes flickered to the rearview mirror so he could glance at Delaney. "You're okay, right? I mean, you're feeling okay?"

Delaney groaned and ran her hands down her face in frustration. It wasn't the first time Dean had asked her if she was okay since Yellow Eyes had died. Hell, even Sam started to ask her obsessively as well and that threw her off. Sam usually was the one that backed off and left her alone if she had said she was fine. Now he was on her case, too, and Delaney began to have flashbacks to when Will had first died and the boys were up her ass constantly. 

"Yes, I'm fine! Why are you always asking me that?"

A cell phone ringing cut off whatever remark Dean had and when the three realized it wasn't their phones, Dean told Sam to take out their dad's phone from the glove compartment because he kept it charged in case any of John's old contacts called. Sam had picked up the phone and shared a few words with the guy on the other line, mentioning something about not needing the police and for the guy to lock up whatever they spoke about.

"Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?" Sam asked Dean with furrowed eyebrows and sighed when even Dean seemed confused by it. "Well, it's outside of Buffalo and someone just broke into it."

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"Man..." Dean whistled as the trio rode the elevator down to the bottom floor where John's storage container was. "Dad and his damn secrets. We spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know him."

"Well, we're about to learn something," Sam replied and pushed up the door of the elevator when it stopped on the bottom floor, the three siblings stepping out.

Dean unlocked the padlock and opened the sliding door of the container, the three siblings switching on their flashlights. The floor of the container was caked with dust and a symbol drawn in red with several bloody footprints sat in the middle of the floor.

Delaney tilted her head as she shined her flashlight along the symbol. "Guess this a no demons allowed container."

"Blood," Dean noted, even though it was fairly obvious to Sam and Delaney how the footprints were made. "Check this out."

Sam shined his light along the trip wire that Dean fiddled with and it was attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull. "Whoever broke in here got attacked."

Dean chuckled softly and stood back to his feet. "Dear, old Dad. I got two sets of boot tracks. It looks like it was a two-man job. Our friend with the buckshot in him - it looks like he kept walking."

Delaney followed her brothers deeper into the dark container as they lights continued to shine around the place. "So, what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?"

"Living the high life, as usual," Dean sighed and shook his head.

Delaney stopped by a desk with Sam and the two inspected the scattered mess of notes and lore pages that littered the desk. It looked as if a bomb had gone off in the room and Delaney wondered if this was where John would disappear to when he and the boys separated to do different hunts. She just wondered why John had never mentioned anything to Dean because the man usually told the eldest Winchester pretty much everything.

"1995."

"No way!" Sam exclaimed and took the small trophy out of Dean's hand that had the statue of a small soccer player on the top. "This is my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept us."

"It's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy," Dean teased, patting Sam on the chest as he passed by him. He stopped next to Delaney and picked up a shot gun, inspecting it in awe. "Wow, it's my sawed-off! I made it myself. Sixth grade."

Delaney laughed softly at Dean and smiled softly when she noticed an old drawing Delaney had drawn for John at school of her, the boys and him. She picked it up and chuckled when she saw how big she had made Dean's head. "I can't believe Dad kept this drawing I did in the first grade."

Dean glanced over his sister's shoulder and pointed to his giant head compared to the other three. "Hey, why is my head so big?"

"Cause Dad used to yell at you to stop having a big head when we were kids," Delaney explained, smiling at the memory. "Six year old me clearly thought that he meant you literally had a big head."

"I feel the love, Della," Dean rolled his eyes and brushed past her to a door in the back of the container that lead to a small back room. The chain on the door had been cut and he yelled for his siblings to join him by the gated door. He stepped in and shined his flashlight along the desks that had multiple weapons and explosives littered across them. "Holy crap. Looks at all this. He had land mines... which they didn't take. Or the guns. Guess they knew what they were after, huh?"

Delaney noticed a storage shelf behind her that had multiple boxes with symbols drawn on them. She picked one up and inspected it, wondering what was in the box if it had a symbol drawn on the top to clearly keep out a demon. "Boys, check these out. What are these symbols?"

Sam took the box that Delaney had in her hand and inspected the symbol drawn on the lid. "Dean, this is binding magic. These are curse boxes."

"Curse boxes? They're supposed to keep the evil in, right, kind of like the Pandora deal?" Dean asked, eyes scanning the other boxes that littered the shelves.

"Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object," Sam informed with a nod.

"Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know, dangerous, hexed items, fetishes. He never did say where they ended up."

Delaney scoffed softly and placed the box she took back onto the shelf. "This must be his toxic-waste dump." She froze when she noticed a rectangular shape in the dust next to the box she had just placed down, running her finger along the dust. "Well, one is missing... great."

"Well, maybe they didn't open it?"

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Once Dean had gotten the license plate number from the security footage (seriously, who parked in front of a security camera if they were stealing), he drove off to find the car. It didn't take too long to find as the car was only parked a few miles from the storage container outside an apartment complex.

"Connecticut. Last three digits eight-eight-zero," Dean read off from the license plate.

"Yep, that's it," Delaney answered, glancing down at the post it note she had written the license plate number on.

Dean clicked his tongue as he glanced back to the license plate. "Should have blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera."

The three Winchesters got out of the car and silently broke into the apartment, drawing their handguns. They could hear the two men, Grossman and Wayne, in the living room just around the corner they hid behind. 

"Freeze! Freeze! Don't move!" Dean yelled as he jumped out of his hiding spot along with Delaney and Sam. 

Grossman and Wayne stumbled off their couch and held their hands up, backing away from the trio. "What's going on?"

"Alright, give us the box!" Sam ordered, gripping his gun tighter in his hand. "Please tell me that you didn't - "

"Oh, they did," Delaney cut across Sam, nodding her head towards the open curse box with the rabbit's foot sat next to it on the coffee table.

"You opened it?!" Dean yelled in shock, shoving Wayne up against the wall.

Wayne's wide eyes bounced between the three siblings and winced when Dean pressed more on his bandaged shoulder, clearly having been the one to get shot. "Are you guys cop?"

"What was in the box, huh? What is that thing?" Dean asked, glancing behind him at the rabbit's foot.

Wayne used Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand. It fell to the floor, causing it to fire on impact. The bullet ricocheted off a radiator and hit Delaney's gun, the gun clattering to the ground as she jumped back from the stray bullet. The same bullet then ricocheted again and broke a lamp. Sam and Grossman both go for Delaney's gun. Grossman pushed Sam into Dean. Dean fell back on the coffee table, launching the rabbit's foot into the air.

Sam yelled out a sorry to Dean before Grossman launched himself at Sam, sending them both flying to the ground. Wayne went for Dean's gun and as he picked it up to aim it at Sam, he hit Dean - who has just gotten up - square under the chin, knocking him down again. Grossman wrapped his hands around Sam's throat, which kickstarted Delaney into action. She slid across the floor and grabbed the stray rabbit's foot and knocked Grossman off Sam, flying into the corner wall behind him.

"Boys! I got it!" Delaney yelled, jumping to her feet and dangled the rabbit's foot from her hand.

"No, you don't," Wayne said, pointing Dean's gun directly at Delaney's chest. He pulled the trigged and the gun jammed. While he was distracted with unjamming the barrel, Wayne had been pulled back by Dean. He stumbled back over a rug and fell back over the couch, knocking himself unconscious. 

Delaney shared a confused look with her brothers just as Grossman got to his feet with one of the guns in his hand. Though, Delaney didn't even have time to react to him because the books on the shelves above his head broke down onto his head, knocking him out next. She caught the gun that flew out of Grossman's head as he went down to the ground.

"Well... that was a lucky break!" Dean breathed and rose his eyebrows at the rabbit's foot in Delaney's hand. "Is... is that a rabbit's foot?"

"I... think so."

"Huh."

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Delaney sat in the back seat of the Impala, flipping through John's journal while Dean ran inside to the convenience store. She tried to find anything that even remotely mentioned a foot or a rabbit, but John didn't write anything about any of it. It was pretty frustrating to say the least.

Dean got into the car with a brown paper bag in his hand and turned his head to look at Delaney. "Anything, kiddo?"

"Nope. I didn't find anything in Dad's journal," Delaney explained and rolled her eyes when Dean held up a handful of scratch tickets. "Dean, seriously?"

"What? Hey, that was my gun he aimed at your chest and my gun don't jam, so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out - also a lucky break," Dean countered and handed a scratch ticket to Delaney. "Scratch one."

"Dean..."

"No, Sammy, she's gonna scratch and win," Dean interrupted Sam and placed a ticket and penny into Delaney's hand.

Delaney sighed and just decided to take the ticket and coin from him. If she didn't, he'd never shut up about it so might as well give in to him. "Look, Dee, it's got to be cursed somehow. Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have locked it up."

Dean took the awaiting scratch ticket from his sister and dusted off the film, eyes widening. "Della, you won twelve hundred dollars." He laughed and cheered loudly with his arms in the air. "I don't know, baby girl. It doesn't seem that cursed to me."

After Delaney won the scratch tickets Dean got, she stepped out of the car with her brothers and decided to call Bobby to see if he knew of anything about the rabbit's foot. She had explained to him everything had happened and he was not the least bit happy with her or the boys.

"Bobby, don't be mad, okay? We didn't know," Delaney defended weakly and ran a hand through her hair.

"You touched it, Laney? Damn it."

"Dad never told us about this thing," Delaney said, holding up the rabbit's foot so she could get a closer look at the thing. "I mean, you knew about a storage place in Black Rock?"

"His lock up? Yeah, I knew. Hell, I built those curse boxes for him. Listen, you have got a serious problem. That rabbit's foot ain't no dime-store notion. It's real hoodoo - old-world stuff. Made by a baton rogue conjure woman about a hundred years ago."

Delaney tilted her head when she saw something glint on the pavement below her feet and she bent down to pick up a gold watch. She turned to her brothers and held up the expensive looking watch and Dean's grin got even wider, if it could even get wider than it already had been. "It's one hell of a luck charm."

"It's not a luck charm. It's a curse. She made it to kill people, Laney. 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."

Delaney slapped a hand to her side and stuffed the rabbit's foot into her leather jacket pocket. "Bobby, I won't lose it."

"Everybody loses it!"

"Well, then how do we break the curse?" Delaney questioned.

"I don't know if you can, Laney. Let me look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight."

Delaney frowned when Bobby hung up and locked her phone, putting it in her back pocket and walked back over to the boys.

"Della, we're up fifteen grand," Dean informed and put the tickets into his inner jacket pocket, leading the way over to the diner that they were parked in front of. "Don't worry, okay? Bobby will find a way to break whatever curse this is. Till then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man, Della. Or, I guess, Rain Woman."

"No, Dean, we lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?" Delaney argued, not wanting to do anything that could get herself killed. She liked living thank you very much. Plus, that would just mean Dean sold his soul for nothing because she'd be dead and he'd still have to die within the year. She stopped in front of the welcoming podium and smiled politely at the man stood there. "Hi. Table for three, please."

"Congratulations!" the man exclaimed as an alarm went off and brandished a large check from behind the podium. "You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's restaurant family."

The staff crowded behind the man and cheered for the three siblings, snapping photos and singing. Delaney slowly raised the check to hide her face in embarrassment while Dean grinned like a kid on Christmas and Sam looked like he wanted to be anywhere but the center of attention.

The trio were eventually sat and Sam pulled out his laptop to do some research on the lore while Dean ordered himself a bowl of ice cream because they were awarded free food for the whole year. Dean Winchester never gave up the opportunity of free food... or food in general honestly. 

"Well, Bobby was right. This lore goes way back. Pure hoodoo," Sam explained and shut his laptop, placing it back in his bag between him and Dean while Delaney lowered herself further in her booth seat across from the boys. "You can't just cut one off any rabbit. It has to be in a cemetery under a full moon on a Friday the thirteenth."

Dean sighed dreamily as he finished up the rest of his ice cream. "I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." He groaned when brain freeze took over and he gripped his head, earning laughs from both of his siblings.

"Can I freshen you up?" the waitress asked, holding up her coffee pot.

"Sure," Sam smiled politely at the girl and allowed her to fill up his mug again.

The waitress gasped when the mug spilled over and some traveled over to Delaney's side. "I am so sorry," she apologized, wiping down the table with the rag over her shoulder. 

"It's okay," Delaney assured the waitress and helped her clean up the mess with a few napkins and rose an eyebrow when she shot Sam a wink before she turned and went to one of her other tables.

Dean and Sam leaned over to watch the waitress walk away while Delaney merely rolled her eyes at them staring at the woman walk away. "Sam, Delaney rubbed some of her luck off on you."

Sam scoffed softly and leant back in his seat. "Shut up, Dean."

Delaney went to pick up her mug of coffee, but it slipped right out of her hand and down onto the table. The hot liquid dripped down onto her pants and it burned it thighs, causing her to jump up and quickly pat down the table and her lap with napkins. She went to stand up out of the booth and knocked into a passing waiter, sending him and the tray of empty dishes to the ground.

"I am so sorry."

Dean blinked as he watched the scene unfold and glanced up to Delaney who looked as if she were about to panic. "How was that good?"

Delaney fumbled in her pockets for the rabbit's foot, but came up empty. Her eyes widened and she could feel the anxiety quickly claw its way through, her lungs already feeling like someone had gripped them with an iron fist and small wheezes escaped her lips. "Dean..."

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. "Son of a bitch."

The three siblings rushed out of the restaurant to see if they could see the waitress anywhere, but came up empty when there was no sign of anyone else in the parking lot but them. Dean yelled for his siblings to follow him towards the Impala, but Delaney had only made it two steps before she tripped over her own foot and crashed to the ground.

"Wow, Della, you suck," Dean said and helped Delaney stand back to her feet, dusting off her pants for her as she rubbed her sore hip. "So, what, now your luck turns bad?"

Delaney whined slightly when she moved a hot pain shot through her right hip. "I guess."

Sam grimaced and let Delaney lean against him. "I wonder how bad."

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Delaney followed Dean and Sam back into Grossman and Wayne's apartment to see Grossman sat in chair with a beer bottle in his hand, staring down at a picture of him and Wayne. His face soured when he heard the three siblings enter the living room.

"Oh, God. What do you want?"

"Sorry to hear about Wayne. It's bad luck," Dean said with a shrug.

"Piss off," Grossman snapped at Dean with narrowed eyes.

Sam stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and stepped closer to Grossman. "We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot - a woman."

"Yeah? How do you know that?" Grossman questioned, tilting his head at the three before him.

"Because she just stole it back from us."

Grossman threw his head back and laughed loudly at the fact that the Winchesters lost the rabbit's foot much like he had to them. Though, it wasn't really a laughing matter considering Delaney's life was on the line. Again.

"Listen, man, this is se- "Delaney broke off mid-sentence when she stepped forward and tripped on a wire, sending herself and the CD player crashing to the ground. She had taken out a lamp as she went down and just nearly missed having the glass hit her in the head. 

Dean merely rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to look back at Delaney. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Delaney groaned, her face pressed into the wooden flooring of the apartment.

"I want you to tell us her name," Dean ordered, not taking any of this lightly. They only had so much time before Delaney's bad luck killed her.

"Screw you."

Sam didn't even flinch at Grossman's obvious hostility, more worried about Delaney than anything. "It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner. It was the rabbit's foot."

Gross man scoffed and leant back in his chair, shaking his head. "Man, you're crazy."

Dean rose an eyebrow at Grossman, challenging him to argue with him further. "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 baby sister is next. Who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now, if you don't help us stop this thing, then that puts those deaths on your head. 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?"

Grossman had given them a name, Logosi, which didn't help much. It had to be an alias or something and Lord knew where they could find said person. She was probably far away by now with the foot.

Delaney followed her brothers outside the apartment block to make their way back to the Impala as Dean's phone rang and he picked it up. She paused when she heard a squish beneath her foot and grew increasingly frustrated when she picked up her foot to see gum stuck to the bottom of her boot. Delaney was about thirty seconds from losing her mind at this rate because these little inconveniences were seriously annoying.

Delaney stepped back and rubbed her boot along a broken storm drain grate to try and get the gum off the bottom of her shoe. She seemed to have moved her foot too hard or fast because her boot slid right off her foot and into the drain with a splash. Sam grimaced at the sound and the two exchanged an exasperated look with each other as Delaney dropped to the ground so she could get her shoe back.

Dean finally hung up the phone and turned to Delaney to see her stare dejectedly down at the sewer, hopping around on one foot so her non-boot covered foot wouldn't get dirty. "Della, what?"

Delaney pouted and turned to Dean with big, round green eyes that looked so vulnerable that Dean almost melted at the sight. He hated seeing Delaney so vulnerable and defenseless because she was usually more put together and had a tough exterior because she didn't like being weak. "I lost my shoe, Dee."

Dean's eyes flickered down to Delaney's pink sock that sat on the other foot to keep it off the ground and he turned away, visibly annoyed. He walked away towards the Impala, leaving the two younger Winchesters behind.

"It's okay," Sam pat his sister on the head and let her hop onto his back so she wouldn't have to hobble back to the Impala.

This bad luck was seriously going to be the death of her.

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"Alright, Bobby, thanks. Hey, we owe ya one... again," Dean said to Bobby before he hung up the phone and turned to face Delaney who sat in the back of the Impala. "Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick lives in Queens. So it will take Sammy and I about two hours to get there."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows and glanced between her two brothers in confusion, not understanding why Dean parked outside of a motel if they had to go to Queens. "So... what are we doing here then?"

"You, baby girl, are staying here. I don't want your bad luck getting us killed," Dean informed and lead the way out of the Impala. He opened up the motel room door and turned the light on as he entered the room with Sam and Delaney behind him. 

Delaney dropped her duffle onto the bed she would later share with Dean and turned to her brothers, slapping a hand to her side. "What am I even supposed to do while you both are gone?"

"Nothing!" Dean responded, pulling up a chair into the middle of the room and sat Delaney on the chair. "You are going to do nothing, you hear me? I want you to sit here and don't move. Don't turn on the light. Don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose. We'll be back soon, okay?" He bent down and kissed Delaney on the forehead and Sam gave Delaney a quick hug before they were both out of the room.

Delaney watched her brothers shut the door behind them and leave in the Impala, wrinkling her nose a few times as the urge to scratch her nose surfaced. Since Dean wasn't there to chastise her, she risked a quick scratch of the outside of her nose and relaxed when nothing happened. Her phone was on the bed and she really couldn't risk getting up again, so Delaney had nothing to do to pass the time until Dean and Sam came back.

Time seemed to pass slowly, especially since Delaney couldn't even tell how long it had been since the boys had left to go find the Bela chick. She just knew that it felt like an eternity and she was bored out of her mind. Out of all the things to happen to Delaney, this might have been the worse and she's died before. 

Suddenly, the AC unit in the wall in front of Delaney started to make a clunking, grinding sound and smoke started to pour out.

"Oh, come on!" Delaney whined, gesturing to the AC unit weakly. "I didn't even..." She sighed and pushed herself out of the chair to go over to the unit. 

The unit caught on fire as Delaney approached it. Delaney grabbed the comforter off one of the beds and attempted to put out the fire with it. When Delaney thought she had it and every thing was finally okay, she got up, only to find her leather jacket sleeve was on fire. Delaney panicked and used the curtain to put it out. The curtain ripped and fell away, revealing two men staring in through the window. Delaney stumbled back at the sight of the two men and knocked herself out when she hit the ground.

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Delaney groaned softly as she slowly blinked her eyes open, a light throb in her head from where she hit her head on the ground. She jerked up when she noticed she was tied to a chair and her eyes flickered up to the two men that she had seen in the window when she fell. 

"Oh, she's awake," the one with the beard and curly hair announced.

"Back with us, eh?" the blonde haired one asked, walking back over to the duo from his spot on the bed. 

"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," Beard chuckled, an amused smirk on his face.

Delaney tugged against the duct tape that kept her pressed to the chair, but it was no use. Beard had tapped her so tightly to the chair, she didn't think the tape would budge. "Who are you? What do you wan- "

Blondie snapped his fingers in Delaney's eyes, earning him an odd look from the young girl. "I used to think your friend Gordon sent me..."

Delaney scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Gordon? Seriously? This really is a bad day."

"...Because he asked me to track you down and put a bullet in your brain," Blondie continued as if Delaney hadn't spoken at all, slowly pacing around the room. 

"What, is he still pissed I sent his ass to jail?" Delaney mused with an amused grin even though she knew that it was probably a bad idea. It would be like poking a bear with a stick, but who ever said that Delaney cared about riling people up. It was her talent. "Still mad he got outsmarted by a girl?"

Blondie turned back to Delaney and Delaney wondered if he was the head guy of this operation since Beard never uttered a word except when she woke up. "But as it turns out... I'm on a mission from God."

Delaney's head whipped to the side when Blondie struck her across the face - three times, mind you - and she turned her head back to him, a dark glare on her face and small trail of blood trickled down her nose. She could already feel the bruise forming on her cheek. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit a lady?"

Beard tossed a glass of water in Delaney's face and she coughed softly, blinking the water away from her eyes. 

"You were apart of that demon plan to open the gate, weren't you?" Blondie asked, even though Delaney was sure this guy already knew that she was.

"We did everything we could to stop it," Delaney rasped, shaking some of the water that got in her hair.

"Lie, Iie, lie! You were in on it. You know what they're next move is, too, don't you?" Blondie accused, a finger pointed in Delaney's face and Delaney wished she could move forward just a few more inches so she could bite the bastard's finger off. 

"No, I don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this," Delaney informed.

Blondie placed his hands on his knees so he could bend down to be eye to eye with Delaney. "When are they gonna hit us next?"

Delaney sighed and gave Blondie an exasperated look, only earning herself another back hand across the face. She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes at the two men in front of her. "I don't know, okay?! Why can't you get that through that fat head of yours? Though... they do say the bigger the head, the smaller the brain."

Beard went to move forward to attack Delaney, but Blondie held him back before he could take more than a step closer to Delaney. "You've got a smart mouth on you, sweetheart. Gordon told me about you and your powers. You're some kind of weirdo psychic bitch."

"No, not anymore. I have no powers, no visions - nothing. It just - " Delaney was cut off by another hit to the cheek and she was sure if he hit her again, her cheekbone would shatter or break.

"Lie!" Blondie barked and got in Delaney's face. "Now no more lies, sweetheart. There's an army of demons out there, pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the end game here, right? So maybe, just maybe you can understand why we can't take chances."

Delaney's eyes widened when Blondie brandished a gun and pointed it between Delaney's eyes. "Whoa, hold on!"

"Kubrick..." Beard whispered, not approving of the new tactic Kubrick broke out. It seemed as if he really didn't want to kill Delaney. Just scare her and rough her up a bit.

"No! You saw what happened, Creedie," Kubrick barked and turned to face Creedie. "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 - "

Kubrick held up his hand to stop Delaney from talking, who let out a long suffering sigh in response. "It's God, Creedie. He led us here for one reason - to do his work. This is destiny."

Delaney squeezed her eye shut when Kubrick cocked his gun and pointed the gun between her eyes again. 

"No!" Dean yelled as he and Sam burst into the room, both cocking their own guns as they pointed them at Kubrick and Creedie. "No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot."

Kubrick glanced over his shoulder, the gun not moving an inch from its position. "Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall."

Dean waved his gun around and smirked at Kubrick. "Oh, this thing?"

"Yeah, that thing."

"Okay," Dean shrugged and placed the gun down on the bedside table next to him. "But there's one thing you don't know about me."

Kubrick turned with the gun and pointed it at the two brothers behind him. "Yeah? What would that be?"

Dean picked up the pen that was next to his gun and twirled it around in his hand. "It's my lucky day." He flipped the pen and it slid right into the barrel of Kubrick's gun. Dean let out a loud cheer and smiled widely at Delaney who looked shocked. "Oh, my God! Did you see that shot?!"

Creedie rushed forward with his fist pulled back to hit Dean across the face, but he swiftly dodged it and Sam stepped to the side. He ran right into the wall and effectively knocked himself out, much like Delaney had earlier.

Dean picked up the TV remote next and chucked it at Kubrick's forehead, knocking the blonde man out next. He shifted his gaze to Delaney and sent her a cocky grin. "I'm Batman!"

Delaney snorted and gave Dean an odd look. "Yeah... you're Batman alright."

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After Sam had cut Delaney from her chair and Dean cleaned up her face so the small cuts on her cheeks wouldn't get infected, the three made their way to the cemetery with the rabbit's foot to carry out whatever ritual Bobby had mentioned to Dean on the phone. 

Sam was crouched in front of the small fire the three made and sprinkled various items into the burning embers while Dean continued to scratch off tickets. "Alright, bone ash, cayenne pepper. That should do it."

"One second."

Delaney rolled her eyes at Dean and crossed her arms across her chest. "Dean - "

"Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon," Dean cut Delaney off and continued to scratch the tickets. He finished up the last ticket in his hand and stuffed the handful of tickets into the inner pocket of his jacket pocket that laid over one of the tombstones. "Alright, say goodbye to Wascawy Wabbit."

Before Dean could drop the foot into the burning fire, a gun cocked behind him and the three siblings shifted their attention a few feet away to the Bela girl. She was a beautiful girl with brunette hair and blue eyes. "I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know... whatever. Put the foot down, honey."

"No. You're not gonna shoot anybody," Dean challenged, gripping the rabbit's foot tighter in his grip.

Bela raised an eyebrow at Dean as if she silently asked him if he really wanted to go down that road.

"See, I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine. You're not - "

Bela ignored Dean and aimed the gun at Delaney, shooting the girl in the shoulder and sent her to the ground with a yelp.

"Delly!" Sam cried and dropped to the ground next to his baby sister, pressing a hand to her wound as he helped her stand up.

"You son of a - "

Bela pointed the gun threateningly at Delaney again when Dean went to make a move toward her for shooting his baby sister. "Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one move, and I'll pull the trigger. You got the luck, Dean. You I can't hit. But your precious baby sister - her I can't miss."

Dean glanced behind him to look at Delaney who nodded her head, silently telling him she was okay. Which wasn't a total lie. It hurt like a bitch, but she wasn't dead. Yet. "Dee, I'm okay."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Dean barked, turning back to Bela with wide eyes. "You don't just go around shooting people like that!"

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

"Alright, alright, take it easy," Dean held his hands up in defense and went to place the rabbit's foot on the ground, but threw it at Bela the last second. "Think fast!"

Bela caught the foot in her hand and glared at Dean. "Damn you!"

"Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?" Dean suggested, motioning to the burning fire behind him. 

Bela huffed and stuffed her gun into the waistband of her jeans, walking over to the fire and dropping the foot into the burning flames. "Thank you very much. I'm out one point five million and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer."

Delaney winced when Sam pressed a bit more on her wound, the pain shooting down her arm. "You know, I don't feel bad about that at all, bitch. Boys?"

"Nope."

"Not even a little bit."

Bela hummed and turned to walk away, but turned next to the tombstone that Dean's jacket rested on. "You know, maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry."

"Oh, don't go away angry. Just go away," Dean begged, waving the British woman off.

"Have a nice night, guys," Bela remarked and spun on her heels, walking away from the trio.

Once the three siblings were sure that every last bit of the rabbit's foot had burnt away, they grabbed their stuff and began to make their way back towards the Impala.

"You good, baby girl?"

Delaney pressed the small handkerchief that Sam had given to her on her wound and flinched when she pressed down a bit too hard. "I'll live, I guess."

"I'll stitch you up when we get back to the motel room, Delly," Sam promised his sister and pat her back gently.

"I guess everything is back to normal. No good luck. No bad luck," Dean said, freezing when he remembered the scratch tickets. "Oh! I forgot. We're at forty-six thousand dollars. I forgot about the..."

Delaney noticed Dean trail off as he continued to pat down his jacket pockets for the scratch tickets. "Dean?"

Bela honked her horn as her car sped past the three and Delaney instantly knew where Dean's scratch tickets had gone.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Oof the Winchester luck really shined in this chapter, eh? Gordon is bout to be a real pain in Delaney's ass... mega yikes. We are already down to the last thirteen chapters of this story because season three is short WOW!