Dean was a smug bastard after getting his hands on the rabbit's foot. Who could blame him, he'd won like 50k in scratch tickets. Of course he only touched the damn thing and stole it back from Bela for you, since you'd lost it and had been having the worst luck imaginable. His poor baby.

"I know you're not gonna shoot."

Dean says easily, standing there with you and Sam in the dark next to the small fire you'd made to burn the freakin' foot. Bela had a gun on him, needing the cursed object to sell.

"I can read people, Bela, and I know you-"

Dean jumps a little as she pulls the trigger, watching with horror in his eyes as you desperately hold you shoulder and cry out in pain.

"You psychopath! You just shot her!"

Dean yells at Bela, tossing the foot into the open flame without a second thought as he goes to you, his green eyes worried.

"Lemme see, lemme look at ya-"

He rushes through his words, gingerly brushing your hair away from the sticky blood on your jacket. Dean winces at the bullet gash, just a graze, but still deep enough for stitches.

"I swear to god, Bela, I'm going to kill you if I ever see you again!"

Dean shouts at her angrily without looking up from you, trying to stop the bleeding.