theron09

This one is for trollmela who is such a lovely person. I’m so glad we met through Oceans 11 and I’m also so glad that I got you hooked on Supernatural. I hope you have a very Happy Christmas and I look forward to another year of friendship and beta-reading! Hope you enjoy this!

Title: A Bad Loot

Fandom: Supernatural/Oceans 11

Summary: Sometimes, even Danny and Rusty need a little help.

The ring was solid gold, chunky and etched with symbols that made it look as though it came out of a fantasy movie. It was going to make them a fortune. Rusty walked across the hotel room, pulling the ring out of his jacket pocket as he went.

Danny began to pour some drinks, eyes on Rusty as he examined the ring from every angle, “We need to-”

“Find a buyer, I know.”

He nodded and reached for the vodka, “I’m thinking Bill, or maybe Charlie.”

“Alexander.”

“We’ll go to him first.”

Rusty raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, you’ll go to him first.”

“I will. Until then,” he slid the ring onto his finger, “This is the safest place for it.”

He held out the drink, let go when Rusty took it from him and watched as it slid through his fingers and smashed as it hit the floor. “Huh.”

---

“Stupid freaking thieves.”

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, Sam dug his nails into his palms as Dean pushed the car to her limits.

“I mean, seriously, we’re always cleaning up after them.”

Shaking his head, he glanced at the road map on his lap, “You should have taken that last turn.”

Cursing, Dean hit the brakes and swung the car around, “You’re supposed to tell me.”

“You’re going to fast – I didn’t have time.”

“If I go any slower we won’t get there in time.”

“I’d rather be late than dead.”

Dean shook his head but eased his foot off the pedal. Satisfied, Sam shifted in his seat and looked out of the window, watching as the dusty landscape passed by.

---

Danny paced up and down the room, and tried not to look at the blood-stained bandage on Rusty’s hand. Things really didn’t make sense; Rusty was never clumsy, was the most graceful guy he knew yet, in the last ten minutes, he’d dropped a glass, cut his hand whilst trying to pick it up, tripped over the bed and knocked his head off the wall. Frowning, Danny turned back towards the bed and watched as Rusty remained perfectly still, a matching frown on his own face.

“It has to happen sometime, right?”

“What?” Giving in, Rusty brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

“You, having a clumsy moment. I mean, it happens to everyone.”

“Yeah, but,” he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, “Not me.” A look of determination on his face, he began to stride across the room and cursed when he tripped over the carpet.

“It’s strange.”

Rusty looked up from the floor, “I know,” he shrugged, “But there’s nothing we can do about it. I’m going to go and chase up Alexander.”

“Want me to-”

“No.” He stood up and walked, very carefully, to the door, “I won’t be long.”

Frowning, he stared at the closed door for a moment before pulling his cell phone out of his jacket and dialling the number of Dylan, who had given them the tip off about the ring. Something was wrong.

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They’d arrived in Boston an hour ago, checked into the cheapest motel they could find and started to ring around the hotels because apparently, these guys had a reputation for spending money. Now, stretched out on the bed while Sam continued to pace up and down talking into his phone, Dean was bored. Drumming his fingers against the covers, he glanced around the room for something to do, eventually just settling for watching Sam as he rang contact after contact to try and get some information on the thieves that they were looking for.

Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Sam hung up the phone and turned to look at him, a triumphant grin on his face, “We’ve got them. They’re at a hotel about fifteen minutes away.”

“Finally,” he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, “Do we know much more about them?”

Sam grimaced, “They’re good. Really good. They’ve got a reputation for being honourable and they really don’t like being targeted which means that-”

“We have to tread carefully, I get it. Let’s go.” He reached for his jacket.

“We also need to tread gently. Thieves or not, Dean, these guys need our help. It’s not like we’ve never broken the law.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on.” He headed for the door, didn’t bother checking to see that Sam was following because he knew that he would be.

---

Holding an icepack against his forehead, Rusty watched as Danny poured himself yet another glass of whisky. With his other hand, he reached out and grabbed a candy bar out of the box that was next to him on the bed, eyes falling on the ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, Rus?”

He shrugged, “Alexander.”

“It wasn’t your fault. How’s your head?”

“Sore. I’m-” He cut himself off when he heard a knock at the door and lowered his voice, “Alexander?”

Danny placed the glass down, “Probably.” He nodded towards the restroom and began to head towards it, winced when he heard Rusty crash to the floor behind him and sighed before going to answer the door. He swung it open, forcing a pleasant smile onto his face. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”

Rusty clambered up from the floor and came to stand behind him; the two men didn’t look all that threatening but, as they’d both learnt in the past, appearances could often be deceiving.

“Actually,” the taller of the two spoke, “I think we can help you.”

Rusty scoffed, “And how-”

“Been a little clumsy lately?” The other guy looked pointedly at the bandage on his hand.

“I-”

“Thought so. It’s the ring, you see.”

“Dean.”

He shrugged, “Sammy, the sooner we help them, the sooner we can all forget about each other again.”

Danny stepped back and inclined his head, inviting them in, “How did you say you could help us?”

They walked into the room and Dean smirked when he saw the icepack on the bed, “It’s the ring.”

“What?”

Sam nudged his brother and glanced at the ring on the blonds’ hand, “The ring, it’s – this is going to be strange – it’s cursed.”

“Cursed?” Rusty held up his hand and watched as the stone changed colour in the light.