Ok the only exception with chapter is that I replaced Ellen with Bobby.
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Chapter 11
Bobby showed up and picked up the boys and brought them back to his house. After a few days he told the boys that they needed to make preparations to burn John's body.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"It would prevent a demon or any other creature from taking over his body," Bobby explained.
Sam looked at Dean and Dean nodded. They took the body to a place not far from the Junkyard and burned their father's body. Sam tried hard not to let his tears fall, but they fell anyway. Dean led him back to the car Bobby had lent them and drove back to Bobby's. Dean immediately went to work on the Impala while Sam went inside. After several days passed, Sam went outside to check on Dean.
"How's the car coming?"
"Slow."
"Yeah. Need any help?"
"What, you under a hood? I'll pass."
"Need anything else, then?"
Dean rolled himself from under the car, "Stop it, Sam."
"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise."
"All right, Dean, it's just…we've been at Bobby's for almost a week and you haven't' brought up Dad once."
"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug and maybe even slow dance."
"Don't patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and your acting like nothing happened."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car."
"Revenge, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Make heads or tails of any Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it-oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. So you know the only thing I can do? I can work on the car."
Dean started to turn back to the car, but Sam grabbed him. Sam was pissed, he was angry at himself, his dad, Dean for what he just said. And on top of that, he was sexually frustrated, Dean hadn't touched him since they'd been at Bobby's. He wanted to punch Dean and kiss him at the same time. He wanted to push himself onto Dean so bad. But all he did was punch Dean in the face.
"Fuck you," Sam said and stalked inside.
Dean stared after Sam. He wasn't all that shocked that Sam hit him. He didn't mean to be that crude to Sam. Dean dropped the tool he had in his hands.
"Shit," he said and ran after Sam.
He found Sam in his room sitting on the bed. Sam looked like he'd been crying. Dean walked into the room and shut the door.
"Sammy…"
"Dean, I..."
"I'm the one who's sorry, Sammy. I didn't meant to rash at you like that," Dean said sitting next to Sam and putting his arm around his shoulders.
"I just feel bad, I mean the last thing I remember is picking a fight with him. He was right, all we did was butt heads."
Dean turned Sam to look at him and kissed him. Sam moaned against his lips and began to remove Dean's shirt.
"Wait," Sam said and parted.
"What?"
"Bobby."
"Don't worry about it," Dean shrugged and went back to kissing Sam and removing his shirt.
Dean laid Sam down so he was on top. Sam kissed him hungrily and roamed his chest. When Sam stroked one of his nipples, Dean moaned and bit Sam's lower lip. Dean stopped kissing Sam and rubbed his chin against one of Sam's nipples. Sam moaned and arched his back. Dean then used his tongue and teeth to tease both of Sam's nipples. Sam moaned again louder. Dean then placed kisses all the way down to the button of his jeans. Dean quickly unbuttoned the jeans and removed both the jeans and the boxers. Giving Sam a cheeky grin and then slipped Sam's cock into his mouth.
"Dean," Sam moaned. This is new, Dean never did this before. Damn, though, it's so good.
Dean gently bit his balls then licked the hardened shaft and teased the tip. Sam writhed and moaned. Dean took him out of his mouth and whispered
"Sammy, I can feel it, you wanna come. So come," he said and slipped his brother back into his mouth and continued to tease his hard cock.
Sam moaned again and arched his body as he released and came into Dean's hot mouth. Dean took the load and swallowed. Grinning at Sam he stripped his clothes and lay next to Sam. He began massaging Sam's cock until he felt it grow hard again. Then Dean handed Sam the tube of lubricant. This time Sam knew exactly what to do. He turned Dean over and inserted two fingers inside. Dean moaned and urged him to do it faster. So Sam did. Sam leaned over and placed kisses all down Dean's neck and back as he slipped himself inside. Dean moaned as he felt Sam move faster. He urged Sam to move faster. Sam did. Sam finally came inside Dean just as Dean came all over the bed sheets.
Afterwards, Sam took a shower while Dean changed the sheets. Then Dean took a shower. Then they lay in each other's arms.
"Dean, I am sorry."
"Sammy, I am sorry too."
"You know, we should go downstairs before Bobby wanders up here to see what happened to us."
Dean nodded and they both got out of bed and headed downstairs. They found Bobby at his desk surrounded by a bunch of books.
"Need help with something, Bobby?" Sam asked.
Bobby shook his head, but otherwise seemed to ignore them.
"When's the last time you ate?" Dean asked.
"What are you, my mother?" Bobby asked.
"Whoa, calm down Bobby, we were just checking."
Bobby handed them a folder. "Here, you wanna do something? Go check this out."
"You've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?" Dean asked. They were in a minivan that Bobby had let them use. It was raining.
"Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped to shreds, actually."
"And this family was at some carnival that night?"
"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals."
"So how do you know we're not dealing with some carnie psycho in a clown suit?"
"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course."
"Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?"
"Oh, give me a break."
Dean laughs, "You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still burst out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on television."
"Well, at least I'm not afraid of flying."
"Planes crash!"
"And apparently clowns kill!"
"So these types of murders, they ever happen before?"
"Uh, according to the file, nineteen eighty one, the Bunker Brother's Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales."
"It's weird, though, I mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town."
"So how's this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?"
"Cursed object, maybe. Spirit attaches itself to something and the, uh, carnival carries it around with them."
"Great. Paranormal scavenger hunt."
After locating the carnival site and doing a little searching, they head to a motel. Once inside Sam kisses Dean fiercely and pushes him back on the bed.
"Sammy, chill. What is with you and your insatiable sex drive?"
"I never wanted you so much, Dean."
"Dear god, you sound so much like a girl. Really Sam, not tonight."
Sam just smiles and pulls Dean's bottoms off.
"Sammy, I am serious. I am not in the mood. I am tired."
Sam just smiles again and leans over Dean. Grasping his brother's cock in his hands, he massages it until it gets hard.
"Oh, god," Dean pants.
Once Sam got Dean's dick hard, he slipped in his mouth.
"Oh, God! Sammy!" Dean moans.
Sam sucked on Dean's balls, nipping them gently. He then licked his way up the shaft to the tip. This caused Dean to moan and grab at the sheets as he thrust his hips up allowing Sam full access to his dick. Sam kept sucking and teasing until, with one final groan, Dean came.
Sam and Dean walk into a tent and see a man throwing darts.
"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?" Dean asked.
"What is that, some kind of joke?" The man asked. He pulls off the glasses to reveal that he's blind.
"Oh. God, I'm, I'm sorry."
"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?"
Dean whispers to Sam, "Wanna give me a little help here?"
Sam shook his head, "Not really."
Just then another man walks in. He is clearly short.
"Hey man, is there a problem?" He asked.
"Yeah, this man hates blind people," the blind man said.
"No, I don't, I…"
"Hey buddy, what's your problem?
"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding."
"Little? You son of a bitch!"
"No, no, no! I'm just, could someone tell me where Mr. Cooper is?"
Sam laughs.
"Please?"
Wearing a uniform jacket, Dean is putting trash in a dumpster when his phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, man."
"What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown."
"Very funny. Skeleton, actually."
"Like a real human skeleton?"
"In the funhouse. Listen, I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object, what if it's attached to its own remains?"
"Did the bones give off EMF?"
"Well, no, but…"
"We should check it out anyway. I'm heading to you."
Sam hangs up the phone and turns to Dean.
"Rakshasa."
"What's that?"
"Bobby's best guess. It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures, they appear in human form, they feed off human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited."
"So they dress up as clowns, and the children invite them in."
"Yeah."
"Why don't they just munch on the kids?"
"No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?" Sam said staring at Dean hungrily.
Dean saw the look in Sam's eyes, "Oh, no. Not now, house bunny. What else did you find out?"
Sam whimpered, but Dean shook his head. Sam sighed.
"Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects."
"Nice."
"Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess."
"Well, that makes sense. I mean, the carnival today, the Bunker Brother's in eighty one."
"Right. Probably more than that."
"Hey Sam, who do we know that worked both shows?"
"Cooper?"
"Cooper."
"You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him."
"You think maybe it was him?"
"Well, who knows how old he is?"
"Bobby say how to kill it?"
"Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass."
"I think I know where I can get one of those."
"Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make damn sure it's him."
"Oh, you're such a stickler for details, Sammy. All right, I will go round up the blade, you go check if Cooper's got bedbugs."
Sam and Dean enter the funhouse; as they go through, a door slams between them.
"Sam!" Dean yells.
"Dean! Dean, find the maze, okay?"
Sam finds a pipe organ, which is giving off steam. He grabs for one of the pipes, flinching from the heat. He takes something from his pocket and starts pulling off a pipe. Dean comes around the corner.
"Hey."
"Hey! Where is it?"Sam asked.
" I don't know, I mean shouldn't we see it's clothes walking around?"
A knife flies past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another pins his wrist.
"Sam!"
Sam pulls the pipe all the way off and stalks forward slowly. A knife flies past his head which he dodges.
"Dean, where is it?"
"I don't know."
Dean reaches up and pulls a lever; more steam pour from the pipe organ, giving a vague shape to the invisible attacker which Dean sees.
"Sam, behind you! Behind you!"
Sam stabs the pipe behind him without looking. He turns and sees it still buried in the still-invisible creature, blood pouring from the wound. Dean manages to free himself. They look to where it's fallen and see only empty clothes and a bloody pipe.
"I hate funhouses."
"So did you boys get rid of the thing?" Bobby asked as the boys walk in the door.
"Yes, sir." Sam said.
"You boys okay?"
"Yeah, just tired. Gonna get some sleep," Dean answered.
"Well, just don't break anything doing it," Bobby smirked.
Dean and looked at Bobby confused, then shrugged and went upstairs.
"Dean, do you think Bobby knows?"
"I mean we were pretty loud. I wouldn't put it past him."
Sam curled into Dean's chest and kissed him. Dean stopped him.
"I'm serious Sam, I am tired and want to sleep."
Sam pouted but nodded and laid down.
TBC...
Oh and as an after note: I am turning it into my own story now. I will limit the use of actual episodes.
