[TM] Talk about something you lost.

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As Bela drove away from the graveyard, she knew that forty-six thousand—while a sizeable portion of what she was promised—wasn’t going to make up for losing the foot. It wasn’t going to make up for not having one-point-five million waiting for her at an airstrip just outside the city. And it wasn’t going to be any consolation at all to Luke. Luke wanted his lucky rabbit’s foot. Hearing that two idiot hunters had destroyed it wasn’t going to go over well.

She was going to leave out the fact that she was complicit in it all—she never wanted to destroy the thing to being with. But after having touched it, she couldn’t just hand it over to the buyer without question. Not with the fact that she would be dead soon after. As Dean had said, it was all about looking out for number one—and no matter what the price, she wouldn’t sacrifice her own life to get the buyer what he wanted. She just hoped that Luke wasn’t too opposed to that way of thinking. Either way, she probably should pack up and find a new place. Disappear for a while, and let him cool off. It would be the best for everyone, really.

She just hoped that Sam wasn’t too sore about the whole getting shot thing. She just had to find some way to shut his cocky bastard of a brother up. Dean was right, in a sense, she wasn’t a killer—or she at least tried to avoid it, if at all possible. She just wasn’t opposed to shooting someone to make a point. The brothers Winchester could prove to be useful in the future, and while she could live with them being angry with her, she didn’t want to have to deal with them feeling the need to hunt her down. It was baggage she didn’t need, but she had a feeling that they probably thought they had better things to do. Besides, she needed to see them again without being shot at.

They still owed her the balance of the one-point-five.



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