Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you would like background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Everyone Loves a Clown

She couldn't watch when they burned his body. The ritual was understandable, but she just could watch it. In fact she had broken down in tears just waiting in the car. Everything crashed so fast and there was no justice in it; they certainly didn't do anything to deserve it.

Two weeks later they were still hanging around Bobby's trying to get the Impala in working condition. Dean lived underneath that car and didn't want to be bothered with much of anything else. Sam and Kayla checked on him frequently.

"You need anything man?"

Dean rolled out from under the car and went to the bench for his next tool. "Stop asking me if I need anything, stop asking if I'm ok. I'm ok. Really."

Sam nodded but wouldn't let it go. "It's just that we've been here over a week and you haven't brought up dad once."

"Leave me alone."

"Dean," Kayla spoke with caution. "Can you stop moving for two seconds and talk about what happened?"

"She's right Dean, you can't just…"

They have got to be kidding. Who do they thing they're talking to? "Yeah you know, you're right. Come here Sammy, I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. We'll cry, hug, maybe even slow dance."

"Don't patronize me Dean. Dad's dead, the colt is gone, you know the demon is behind everything so say something. Anything. Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge?"

"Revenge. Right, sounds good. You have any leads on the demon? Did you find another way to kill it besides the colt? No? Ok, while you're doing that, I'll be working on my damn car."

Sam grimaced, he wasn't going to get through to him. "I did find something, a message on one of dad's old phones." He typed in the voicemail code and handed it to his brother.

Dean listened to the message and handed it back to him. "So who's Ellen? Did you find anything about her in dad's journals?"

"Nope, but I looked her up and got an address?"

"Ellen like Roadhouse Ellen?"

Sam looked at her. "The Roadhouse, yeah that was the address. You know her?"

She shrugged. "Not really, I've talked to her on the phone a couple times. Some random hunter gave me the number. The Roadhouse is supposed to be some kind of hunter hangout."

Dean glanced to her and put his tools down. "Well, let's find this place. See if Bobby has an extra car we can use."

He was all over this, whatever it was. Even if it was nothing, even if Ellen wasn't even alive anymore. It was something to do, a job to distract him while he ignored what was going on in his head. This was all getting to be too much for him to deal with.