"Which means seriously bad luck for you." Bobby said over the phone, referencing Talbot. Sam had taken the rabbit foot and 'lost it'. Bela was now on the hunt for it, which started a burning trail of hurt. "If it is Bela... At least I might know some folks who know where to find her." "Just ... look out for Sam, ya idjits." Bobby said firmly, causing you and Dean to look at each other.

Sam had gone silent and you turned around to check on him. "Sam?" You narrowed your eyes and looked him up and down. "Why do you look so..."

He was frowning, his shoulders slumped, causing him to appear utterly dejected. "I lost my shoe." He replied, pouting and tilting his head.