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Later that day, Casey walked out of her class with a perturbed expression on her face.

"Casey? Are you okay? You've been acting weird all day," Emily stated, matching her stride to her friend's.

"Yeah, I just---got a lot on my mind," Casey responded. Boy, that's an understatement, she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. First there was the clown that gave her the creeps, and then Derek had asked her if she'd train him. She wasn't sure how Mom and George would react to that. Mom probably wouldn't have a problem with it, but she couldn't say for certain about George. The two girls continued walking down the halls. Suddenly, they heard a scream.

"That came from the funhouse," Emily realized.

"Stay here," Casey instructed. Without waiting for a response, she hurried in the direction of the sound. Emily ignored her friend's advice and scurried after her, going into the attraction. Then, she skidded to a stop.

"Oh, my gosh," Emily gasped. Casey didn't say a word, but her eyes clouded.

"This is bad," she proclaimed. The kid had a massive amount of blood as if he had been stabbed numerous times. She felt her stomach flip-flop. The girl had seen blood before of course, but she never really got used seeing it in large quantities.

"Okay, okay. Everybody just calm down," a teacher told them, pushing through the crowd.

"What could've have done something like this?" Casey mused to herself.

"Miss MacDonald, do you have something to say?" the teacher asked.

"I was---just wondering what could've happened," Casey stammered, silently berating herself for being heard.

"We won't know until we call the police," the teacher responded.

"Yeah, that---that's a good idea," Casey said softly.

"You all right, Miss MacDonald?" the teacher questioned.

"Yeah, I---gotta---make a phone call," she responded. With that, she hurried out of the funhouse, not noticing Derek following her. Once, she was away from the crowd, she turned on her cell phone, waited for it to boot up, and then pressed a button.

"Hello?" she heard a few seconds later.

"Dean?" she asked.

"Casey, what is it?" Dean asked in concern.

"A---a kid was killed. There---there was so much blood," Casey stammered.

"We'll be right there," Dean promised. She hung up.

"You all right?" a voice asked. Turning around, Casey was surprised to see Derek.

"Wha---wha---?" she queried.

"You all right? You seem a little shaken," Derek noted.

"Yeah. It was just---I've never gotten used to so much blood," Casey admitted. Before Derek could reply, the guidance counselor, Paul Grieby, walked up.

"Casey! Are you all right?" the man asked.

"Yeah, I---I was nowhere near the kid when it happened," Casey hastened to assure. Just then, they heard pounding footsteps. The trio turned around.

"Dean!" she exclaimed in relief. Dean quickly took her into his arms.

"You okay, Kiddo? What happened?" he asked.

"I'm---I'm not sure. Emily and I had just come out of class when we heard the scream. We ran into the funhouse and---and there he was. Dean, there was so much blood," she told him.

"Yeah, I could never get used to all the blood either," Sam agreed.

"Who are you guys?" Paul wondered.

"These are my cousins, Sam and Dean. Dean's a cop," Casey replied.

"Can I see a badge?" Paul queried.

"He's on vacation right now, but he can still work," Casey answered for Dean.

"Where's the victim?" Dean asked.

"The funhouse is over there," Paul said, pointing. Sam, Dean, and Casey went towards the funhouse.

"Wait!" Paul cried. "You can't bring civilians into a crime scene," he continued.

"Sam's a consultant and Casey's an intern," Dean stated. With that, they continued into the building. As they walked through the maze, the Winchester men couldn't shake the feeling that there was something lurking in the shadows.

"I got a bad feeling about this place," Sam murmured.

"Second that," Dean agreed. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam caught sight of one of the clowns that had been set up and shuddered.

"Yeah, these ones give me the creeps too," Casey said softly.

"Guys," Dean said suddenly. Instantly alert, Sam and Casey walked up to where the older Winchester had stopped.

"What?" his brother asked.

"Check it out," came the answer. Sam and Casey stood beside Dean and looked at the clown. It was just like the other clowns they had seen with a wide grin and a polka-dotted costume except for one thing: on its right hand was a smear of blood.

"Oh, terrific," Sam sighed in exasperation.

"Who woulda thought?" Dean wondered. "Killer clown," he continued.