Plucky Pennywhistles Magical Menagerie
"I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in"
Sam and I were running, we ran around a corner and I was about to run just a little bit further when he jerked the back of my shirt and pulled me down beside him behind the vehicle. We were panting and I was fucking petrified.
"It's okay. They can't hurt us. They can't hurt us" Sam began "If it bleeds you can kill it. Yeah. If it bleeds you can kill it" He chanted. I wasn't sure if he was trying to tell us both or just himself...probably just himself but I was repeating his words in my head. He peered over the vehicle and his eyes bulged and when I heard the laughing I felt knots in my stomach. "Come on!" He said grabbing my arm. I followed and we both ran, turning my head was probably the biggest mistake ever because it was getting closer, lifting it's legs too high for my liking. Sam broke down a door and both of us managed to get in, and he bolted it behind him.
He moved some metal stuff in front of the door and I stopped dead, Sam banging into me and he turned seeing the clown. Oh holy mother of fuck! We began to back up, away from it but then the other appeared, both were laughing and I cringed. I couldn't stop myself from gripping onto Sam's hand...this was freaking me out more than it should.
DAY
60:00:00 Earlier
59:59:59 Earlier
59:59:58: Earlier
59:59:57: Earlier
Sam and I were standing near the jeep, well..Sam was leaning on it and I was standing with my arms folded. I hadn't really...been myself this past week, ever since they'd managed to get the demon out of me...I couldn't sleep right. The phone in the phone booth began ringing and Dean, cringing and making faces, answered it.
"Hello?" Dean asked a few seconds later "I am the eggman"
Sam smiled as Dean turned to look at us, I looked away and around the place not actually seeing much.
"Seriously Frank, pay phones? I mean, come on. I- I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it...Fred Savage? Really?...Yeah, no, I know, Big mouths are everywhere...Uh well since you asked, some actual intel on the Dick Roman guy would be nice...Fine. All right...Yeah, good looking out" Dean said and he put the phone down with a scowl on his face and walked back over to us. "I hope he finds somethin' quick, this whole protocol du jour thing's really creepin' my cheese"
"So, we got dick on Dick?" Sam asked.
"That's a very vivid way of putting it, Sam" I said.
"Yeah...You find anything on wonder woman?" Dean asked.
"No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But..." Sam began and held up the paper that read "Peculiar death baffles authorities" "I might have found something over in Kansas"
"All right, let's do it. But uh, few simple rules, okay? No babies" Dean said an I scrunched my face up. What? Oh...right. Sam smiled and I raised an eyebrow "In fact, no baby mamas, No bars. No booze. No hot chicks of any kind"
"Wait, wait, wait did you just say-"
"Hey. YOU spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool" Dean said and walked around the car. What an idiot.
-LATER-
"STOP IT"
"Sorry sweetheart, this has to be done. Once you make a deal you can't back out of it" The demon said.
The blood pooled from the man's body as the hell hound ripped his skin to shreds "STOP IT"
"VICKI? VICKI?"
My eyes opened and I sat up, seeing Dean staring at me. "What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing" I said making a face.
"You know you always make that face when you're lying"
"Shut the hell up, I'm not lying" I said sitting up.
"You kept saying, stop it what does that mea-"
"Dean" I grunted.
"What?"
"Nothing's wrong alright?"
"Okay then" he huffed and turned around.
Sam got back into the jeep and he stared at me, so my eyes narrowed and his widened and he turned away. Seriously, what the hell?
-MORGUE-
The doctor pulled back the sheet from the body of a middle aged man, the body was covered in large circular raised sores of various sizes that appeared to have been made of tentacles. Ew.
"Ohh those are not the fun kind of hickeys" Dean said.
"You're...You're saying an octopus did this?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Not just any octopus. Based on welt diameter, enteroctupos dofleini"
"And for those of us who skipped enteroctopus class?" Dean asked.
"Giant pacific octopus" The doctor said.
"How giant are we talking, Doc?" Dean asked.
"Approximatley 30 feet" The doctor said and I scoffed.
"How is that even possible?" I asked.
"I have no clue" He shrugged.
Sam laughed slightly and we all looked at him "I mean aren't...giant octopi rare around here?"
"Yet here we are" The doctor said.
"All right, so what happens? Guy comes home, cracks a beer, and gets...sucked to death?"
"Don't say it like that" I said shaking my head.
"Obviously it was some kind of freak fetish attack. Someone created those hicky marks and then bled the man out" The doctor said. He turned the man's head to expose the wound on the man's throat.
"Thanks, Doc" Dean said and we walked out. As we walked Dean spoke "That bite look a little vampy to you?"
"Yeah, no question" Sam said.
"So what are we looking for? An octovamp? A vamptpous?" Dean smirked.
"That's crazy even for us, right?" Sam asked.
"It does push the envelope. let's go chat up the widow"
-WIDOW'S HOUSE-
"We're really sorry for your loss, ma'am" Sam said to her.
"Mrs Harper we know this is uh, bad timing. But we just have a few routine questions that we need to ask you, is that okay?" Dean asked.
We were sitting on the woman's couch, both Dean and Sam holding cups of coffee and Mrs Harper holding a box of kleenex.
"Yeah" She nodded.
"Did the house feel any different lately?" Sam asked.
"Different...?" She asked.
"Anything strange? Cold spots? Uh, did you smell anything weird? Maybe sulfery?" Dean asked and I made a face, pretending to write it down.
"No. Not that I remember" She said.
"Okay we're just ticking all the boxes here. Um, what about any skeletons in your husbands closet?" Dean asked and I kicked his leg. For the past week...maybe more I hadn't really said a word to him, the only one I spoke with being Sam. I felt too awkward around Dean...part of me was still hurt, even though it was about a month ago that he'd called me pathetic, I could still hear it in my head when he spoke. He glanced at me with half a smirk before turning back to the widow.
"Skeletons? What do you mean?" She asked.
"Can you think of anybody that would want to do hm harm? A colleague an old flame?" Dean asked.
"The tiniest detail could really help" Sam explained.
"You want to know what he was up to lately? As Stacey. She was here the night he died" Mrs Harper said.
"Stacey?" I asked.
"Our nanny. Any other questions?"
"No, that's...Thank you. You've been a big help" Dean said giving her a nod.
We got up to leave "Really we appreciate the hospitality ma'am" Sam said to her and just as I was shutting the door I noticed the little girl, staring at us. I tilted my head slightly and shrugged slightly before shutting the door.
"Mom, dad, nanny-boy that is a love triangle right out of Casa Erotica. 'Course in those, the jealous wife tends to channel her feelings a little more productivley.
"The only thing I can't wrap my mind around his-" Sam began.
"What, how the wife lady summoned an octovamp?" Dean asked.
"More like why? I mean kind of impractical, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. All right, one of us needs to go talk to the naughty nanny" Dean said and he walked around the driver's side. "The other stay here, shake down the place when the wife leaves, see what we're dealing with"
"All right. I'm on the nanny" Sam said.
"I'm on the nanny" Dean argued.
"My god" I said rolling my eyes.
"I thought you said no hot chicks?" Sam asked.
"We don't know that she's hot" Dean smirked and Sam shot him a look "You comin'?" He asked me and I raised my eyebrows.
"I'll help Sam"
He stared for a minute, something burning in his eyes before shrugging and getting in the car.
-LATER-
We'd sat for a while, not saying anything while watching the little girl draw on the ground.
"So..." Sam began. Oh for the love of god.
"What?" I asked glancing at him.
"You and D-"
"Don't even say it" I said shaking my head "Not important"
"You've barely spoke three words to him since you..."
"Since I what, Sam?" I asked staring out the window.
"You were possessed" He sighed.
"So?"
"Vicki...I know what he said to you-"
"Sam can we not?"
"No...you have to talk to him eventually"
"I will. Eventually" I shrugged.
"I think he misses your banter" Sam said and I cringed.
"Don't say that word"
"What?"
"Banter...it's weird coming out of your mouth"
"Vic, stop changing the subject" He said and I rolled my eyes and looked down to my hand. "He didn't mean what he said"
I looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I don't care. He said it. Whatever"
"You do care" He said "You can see the hurt in your eyes everytime you look at him"
"Shut up" I said slouching in the seat.
"It's not a bad thing..." He began and then stopped and I could tell he wanted to say more.
"What isn't?"
"That you love him" Sam blurted and I choked.
"Excuse me...what did you say?"
He stuttered "I...you...I mean..."
"Mean what?" I asked...no no no no.
"The demon...it told us"
"Demons lie Sam, you should know this" I said making a face, my heart was pounding.
"Yeah but.."
"But what?" I asked when he stopped.
"I know you do"
"No I don't" I said clenching my jaw.
"Vic-" Thank god. His phone began to ring and he answered it "Hello?...what?...So what do you think? A birthday wish gone wrong, something like that?" Sam asked. "I got a 20 on her right now...I'll try" Sam said and he hung up and he gave me this look as if to say, our conversation isn't finished. I merley huffed and got out of the jeep, slamming the door.
"Watcha workin' on there?" Sam asked.
"I know who you are" The little girl said.
"You do?" I asked.
"Mm-hmmm. You're the two that talked to my mom"
"That's right. We did" Sam nodded.
"Kelly! Where are you, honey?"
"Something wrong?" Sam asked.
"My mom will get mad if I talk to you" she said.
Sam crouched down "Um...how come?"
"Because of what I said to the police" She mumbled.
"What did you tell the police?" I asked.
"I told them I tried to warn my dad. That the monster would get him"
Mrs Harper opened the front door "Kelly. Come here! Now! Kelly!"
Kelly ran up the porch steps and into the house, Mrs Harper stared at the two of us with a glare on her face before she closed the door.
"Sam" I said looking down at the picture she'd drawn and Sam followed my gaze. She'd drawn an octopus, with sharp teeth and an unfriendly expression.
-TIMESTAMP- NOW
The second clown approched, laughing nastily and I swear to god I thought I was going to vomit. I punched it while Sam kicked the first one going towards him.
"If it bleeds you can kill it" Sam said. He pointed his gun at the one in front of me and it laughed, he shot the clown twice and oh fucking fantastic, it shot glitter flying everywhere.
"Aw man" I huffed. The clown wasn't injured at all which made me feel worse because I hated them more than anything. Both of them laughed and the second one came at me and before I knew it I was on the ground, because Sam had stupidly knocked me out of the way and Sam had been knocked into the first clown, which shoved him back to the second which caught him, and held onto him for the first one to headbutt him. Both clowns began to laugh manically.
-TIMESTAMP-
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-HOTEL-
I had managed to hold off this long without him saying anything to me about our conversation and I would keep putting it off so I didn't need to talk about it.
"Vicki-" He began and his phone rang, Dean I don't like you right now but I swear to god I love the fact that you keep interuppting Sam. "Hey" He paused for a long moment before answering "No...No dude, I hated them...Uh you would dump me and go trolling for chicks...Fun? Uh, they're lame. And they smell like puke. ANd the ice cream is all grainy...Look man, w-why Don't I just...why don't I just wait for you to get back?...Why-why-why don't I talk to billy right now?" What the hell was wrong with him? "What?!..No!...No" he put the phone away "if it bleeds you can kill it" Sam whispered.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Nothing"
"Where we goin'?"
"Plucky Pennywhistle's magical menagerie" He said shakily and I raised an eyebrow.
"I have no idea what that is. But okay"
We got there and I looked to the sign "WHERE ALL YOUR DREAMS ARE GOOD!"
"Ew" I said "We're too old for this"
"I know" He sighed and we walked in and instantly I regretted every deciding to stay with Sam on this one.
"welcome to Plucky Pennywhistles! Have fun!"
The recorded voice said and I jamp in surprise, almost scaring myself when I seen the picture of the clown. Sam noticed and he eyed me for a minute before he noticed it and flinched. He exhaled sharply before nodding. We walked to the ticket counter and I had to make sure I was right beside him because there was no way in hell I was gonna stay calm in this place. I realised why he didn't want to come and it was because of his fear of clowns, I couldn't say I had been any better as a kid. I hated them, the thought of them...ugh it wasn't even worth bothering about. "Welcome to plucky pennywhistles!" I stared at the mechanical clown and it's jaw began to move, I turned to face the front while Sam eyed it several times.
"Welcome to Plucky's, where all your dreams are good!" The guy said.
"Could you just...uh, maybe..." Sam began, he held up his badge "Just...get the manager for me"
Howard nodded and walked off.
"Okay" He nodded "Come on"
I followed behind him and when he stopped I banged into him. I noticed what he was looking at, a clown shaped sign that said "you must be this TALL to play here" I rolled my eyes and noticed how uncomfortable Sam looked.
"You alright?"
"What? Yeah" He nodded.
"Liar" He smiled slightly and we walked a little further noticing the wall. "Draw your worst fear...Plucky will make your fear disappear" The drawsing inclided a shark and various other monsters along with a name tag that said Kelly Harper.
"Real beauties huh? We rotate them out once a week. Kids love having their art on the wall"
"Draw your worst fear?" Sam asked.
"I know. But we don't post the truely evil stuff-just the standar crap like sharks and ghosts" She said and I noticed her name tag read JEAN. She held out her hand, Sam taking it first and shaking it. "Jean Holiday, shift manager"
"Johnson. FBI, this is my intern, Alice...So tell me...why even ask the kids to draw creepy stuff to begin with?"
"It's just an exercise...some pop psychologist came up with. Plus the owner's obsessed with aiding children's development. So the place mat is a safe way to get kids to talk about their fears. You know, we get them to sketch in a little box, and viola, Plucky transofrms it into rainbow and candy. Personally I think it's a load of hooey, but they say if these fears ru wild, then it affects kids long into their adulthood"
I stared up at Sam, and then noticed the clown which got awfully close and unintentionally I grabbed a hold of Sam's arm. Sam leaned back slightly.
"Yeah, I've...I've heard that. Um...so I-I don't know if you'll remember but there was a...a kid here yesterday named Billy Pogue fo a party?"
"Oh the conniption kid" She said and I let go of Sam. He obviously took notice of this and glanced at me.
"Conniption? He...he had.."
"No, no, no. Not him. He was fine. It was his dad. He pulls the kid away before the cake and presents and I guess the kid asked to stay for another fiveminutes. The dad pulls a full frontal douchebag, starts screaming. Just embaressed for the kid"
Sam pulled out his phone and tried to call Dean obviously, and I heard a whistle and turned to see the Janitor.
"hey" He whistled again "Hey"
Sam ended the call and the two of us went over to him "You cops?"
"He's a Fed. I'm an intern" I said.
"Uh what are you investigating?"
"Couple of crazy deaths. Why is there something you want to share?"
"Look...not now. Too many eyes. Come back after closing"
-HOTEL-
Sam and I entered, seeing Dean take out food out of a bag. "Hey. So what's the lowdown with trauma town?" Sam made a face and Dean smiled.
"I can tell you this much. Neither vic was up for parent of the year. Kelly's dad skipped her birthday and Billy's dad pulled one of those Dick parent scenes that make everyone cringe" Sam said. Sam put down some placemats in front of Dean.
"What the hell are those?"
"Kid therapy" Sam began "Um you draw your worst nightmare-poof!-Plucky fixes it. Um they hang them up on this big wall"
"Well, can't argue with this. leprechauns are deadly"
I couldn't help myself and I smiled, as I stared down at one of the pictures, while fiddling with a chopstick, whilest Sam gave a snort.
"Okay so Kelly draws a monster,, and then that goes after her father? that's what we're saying?" Dean asked.
"Well, here's the thing. They label those. And guess which two were missing. Well the name tag was there, no place mat" Sam said.
"Little miss octovamp" Dean said.
"Yeah. And...Bully. So...Somehow whatever he drew came to life and killed his dad. Riding a horse" Sam said, he poked at his food with a chopstick.
"Close but no seabiscuit. See I went and had a little chat with Billy. And he drew me this" Dean said holding up a picture of a unicorn with a ranbow coloured tail and a person impaled on it's horn.
"Wait. So now unicorns are evil?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Obviously"
"Great. Well now the question is, how did a unicorn come off a sketch and kill Billy's dad? how's any of this happening?" Sam asked but Dean gave a slight shrug while rubbing his chopsticks together.
-PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE'S MAGICAL MENAGERIE-
We got out the impala to see that two police cars, and an ambulance were outside the building. EMT's wheeled a body out of the building on a stretched and Dean held up his FBI badge.
"Hold on one second there, guys" He said. Dean looked under the sheet, the janitor. Oh for the love of-.
"Uh, thank you" Sam said appearing after talking to the manager.
"So?" Dean asked.
"The manager found the body in the ball pit. Blood everywhere" Sam said.
"The cops have a theory?"
"Yeah, they think the ball washer did it"
"The what?" I asked.
"The...ball washer" Sam said making a face.
I bit back a laugh and Dean grinned "The what?"
"The ball-" Sam began and then threw his hands up in furstration and I muffled a laugh.
"Look at this" Dean said lifting the sheet up.
Sam raises his eyebrows and inhaled. "Thank you gentlemen" Dean said and they wheeled the body away.
"That's a shark bite" Dean said.
"Yeah"
"And uh judging from the radius I'd say a 20 foorter at least"
Sam looked at him skeptically.
"Shark week" man. How do you not watch that?"
"God you're both nerds" I said walking away from them.
"Whole week of sharks" I heard Dean say.
-INSIDE-
The two of them were looking at the placemats, and I followed a trail towards the ball pit. There was loads of blood, the ball washer still there and I laughed slightly, Sam's face entering my mind when he said it.
"Vicki?!" Dean's hissed.
I ignored it and ducked under the police tape, moving towards it and looking down. I wasn't sure if there was any shark still in there, hopefully not or I'd get eaten.
"Vic?" I rolled my eyes.
"What?"
"What are you doin'?"
"about to get eaten by a shark" I muttered, pulling my sleeve down over my hand and moving some of the balls around. I made a face when I lifted my hand, blood. Ugh. I moved and ducked under the tape and walked back to where Sam and Dean were.
"Where did you go?" Dean asked.
"The ball pit"
"Stay away from the ball pit" He said.
I stared at him blankly before putting my hand on his forehead and shoving him... "No" I said and moved away, I heard Sam chuckle and I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
-TIMESTAMP- NOW
Sam went flying through the air, and landed on a large pickup truck, breaking the windshield. "Sam!" I shouted and one of them pulled Sam off it, kicking him onto his stomach. I grabbed a tire iron and hit the clown with it. It fell down and I managed to smack the other one with it. It staggered back and I helped Sam to his feet, it was then that the first clown laughed and pointed behind us. I turned my head to see the second clown juggling some stakes in it's hand. "Uh...Sam" and it was then that it lunged at us with the stake in its hand.
-TIMESTAMP-
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Dean was looking at John's journal while Sam was using the laptop I was sitting on the bed reading through a bood.
"Maybe a...Tulpa?" Sam asked.
"No, killings are too spread out" Dean said.
"True...um an angel?" Sam asked.
"That's a bit imaginative for the god squad isn't it?" I asked.
Sam sighed "All right. So...what?"
"A guy doing a spell" I said and they looked at me questioningly. "What?"
"Nothin" Dean said rolling his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked down at the book.
"Well whatever it is at least we know where it is"
"Ugh. Plucky's" I muttered.
"That's where the victims are getting picked up"
"Yeah but we swept the place last night and nada" Dean said.
"I can go back. Go to the employees, maybe dig up some dirt" Sam said.
"What good's that gonna do?" Dean asked "They think you're a fed. The one guy who was gonna rat, he got Bruce'd. I anybody knows anything, they're not gonna tell you"
"All right" Sam said and he clapped his hand once. "Yep that's the plan. I'll go back, play bad cop, really lean into them"
"And...?" Dean asked.
"And when I'm done, then you watch 'em" Sam said.
"So if somebody feaks out, then that's our creep?" I asked.
"Or he'll lead us closer. You two can track him" Sam said pointing between us both. I glared at him before shaking my head and looking down.
"Well what's our cover?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Just hang back. Act normal...married couple maybe?"
I choked and threw the book at Sam's head. He dodged it easily before smiling at me. He went into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Yeah, yeah. because a guy in his thirties and a young woman in her twenties hanging out at Plucky's alone, that's normal. Not pervy at all" Dean said.
-PLUCKY'S-
Dean and I were sitting at the resterant area quietly and I felt uncomfortable in this place. "How are you?" Dean asked and I just looked at him for a minute.
"Fantastic" I said looking around, I made a face when a clown walked past us.
"Not you too" Dean grinned.
"What?" I asked.
"You afraid of clowns too?"
I shrugged "I just don't like them" I said.
"You and Sam are too alike" He said.
"Jealous much" I said making a face but trying to contain the grin. I didn't mind being like Sam.
He stared back at me, clearly trying to contain his own shit eating grin. I rolled my eyes and noticed the little girl walk past, with the giant ranbow colourd slinky. Obviously Dean noticed because when I turned he was looking at me with wide eyes and he almost fell off his seat trying to get up. I got up and followed him. I noticed one behind the shelf.
"Howdy, Friends" Howard said and I narrowed my eyes. Why did he seem to fimiliar? I know I'd met him the other day but there was something about him.
Dean raised his hand childishly to the slinky "Giant slinky. Would have killed for one of those when I was a kid" I felt bad instantly. "How much?"
"1,000 tickets"
"Americano Dinero. How much?" Dean asked.
"Oh we don't take cash here at Plucky Pennywhistle's. Only tickets won through hard work and determination" Howard said.
"You kidding me?" I asked. "Just give him the slinky"
"We don't take money here" He said narrowing his eyes at me. I raised my eyebrows and folded my arms.
"You mainlined the cool-aid huh?" Dean asked.
Howard laughed and Dean stared at him unamused, and I tried not to laugh but failed miserably.
"It's double ticket tuesday if you play skeeball.
A young boy walked up to the counter with loads of tickets "Howdy friend!"
-LATER-
The ball went in the "30" and Dean beamed like a child. He tore of the three tickets that came out of the machine and looked less pleased and I laughed.
"Tough break, Dean" I said.
He just gave me a sideways smile and I shook my head. He tossed another ball which went to go into the "100" ring but he didn't wait because Jean came out of the office, grabbing her jacket. We followed her and peered out, seeing her lighting up a joint. "Wow" I said as we entered again. He text Sam as we walked back in.
"So you talkin' to me again?" He asked looking at me.
"No" I said.
"Liar" He grinned.
When we got back to the skeeball, there was a small chubby kid putting the balls directly into the rings.
"Hey! Stop cheating!" A little boy shouted at him.
The chubby kid looked at the other before turning back.
"You heard him. Knock it off" Dean said to him and he got up and ran for it.
Seconds of silence came over before the word "Jackass" Was said by both Dean and the little boy. They looked at each other and I rolled my eyes.
"Tyler, soups on" The woman said to him. He walked over to a child size table, while I walked over to the maching and picked up the tickets the other kid had left. Dean watched the kid and I pushed them into his pocket.
He looked down at me and I patted his cheek "There ya go kiddo" I said and he beamed slightly.
"But mom I don't want-" Tyler began.
"Just eat it"
"But it sucks!"
She sighed and walked away, Tyler moved the plate to the side and pulled out a placemat which he began drawing on.
"Hey why don't you cut her some slack?" Dean asked.
"What do you care?" Tyler asked.
"Because I've been where you are" Dean said.
"Your mom made you camp at stupid Plucky's after school?" Tyler asked.
"Y-No. But my dad...he hauled me places. Besides, she's working a tough gig." He said nodding towards her. "You know? She's exhausted. You should take pity on the old. And hey free grub"
"The stuff tastes like butt" He grunted.
"What? Come on. It can't be that bad" Dean said.
He picked up Tyler's plate "Let's see here" He took a bite and chewed, with a "not that bad" expression. "Ah..." he said spitting out.
"That is butt" He said making a face.
He put the plate down and Tyler smiled, I looked at Tyler's drawing.
"You're scared of robots?" I asked.
"They have laser eyes" Tyler said.
"Yes" Dean said.
-FIVE MINUTES LATER-
We were just standing when we heard "DEAN!" and we turned seeing a young man in a costume running for it, and we followed.
"Hey! Hey! Come here!" Dean shouted, he managed to catch a hold of the lion costume "Hey!" he managed to tackle the young man into a pile of tires and he put him onto his back and held him down.
"If this is about the meth lab that fireballed up in Butte. It wasn't me. Okay it was my brother, but um, we got the same fingerprints and..."
"Nobody has the same fingerprints you idiot" I said.
"Please...this is the best job I ever had"
"All right, look, uh..."
"Cliff"
"CLiff. You're not usuing kids nightmares to smoke people are you cliff?" Dean asked.
"I don't...think so"
"Get up" Dean said looking at me and Sam.
"What's going on?" Cliff asked as he was hauled to his feet.
"All right cards we don't care that you, you know, broke bad , or whatever. But there is some seriously weird stuff going on in there" Dean said.
"You mean like the sub basement"
"his place has a sub basement?" Sam asked.
"SUre. Door's out back. Easy tomiss if you don't know"
"What's in there?" I asked.
"Alls I know is...me and Saul used to come in after hours and..."He laughed "You ever shroom in a ball pit?"
"Yeah because the three of us have shroomed in a ball pit" I said sarcastically.
He looked from me to Sam with a laugh before his expression dropped. Yeah no wonder I'd be scared of a 6'4 giant that I hadn't met before.
"Not that I...would agents. It was Saul. Just Saul. All alone...anyway...sometimes we'd hear like spooky stuff, through the vents...coming up from the boiler room"
-LATER-
We watched Tyler and his mother walk towards the door. Tyler noticed Dean who gave him a look and he said something to his mum before they were gone. Dean walked over to Tyler's table and looked at the placemats.
"Dean. What? What is it?" Sam asked.
"While you were out there being dirty harry, uh, Tyler's mom got pissy with him and now his palcemats missing"
"So what do you think?" Sam asked.
"I think the bitchy mom, plus uh, sad kid, plus placemat with something nuts written on it...equals wacky corpse" Dean saod.
"So you think she's next on the list? All right, I'll tail them just be safe. You-"
Dean nodded "Check the boiler room. I know" He said and looked at me "Vicki go with Sam. Just in case"
"Right" Sam began to walk and I went to follow but he stopped "Oh. Oh. Uh Dean, any idea what the kid drew?"
"A robot" I said.
"Robot?"
"Yeah about the size of a house, shoots destructo beams out of it's eyes" Dean said.
"At least we'll see it coming"
"Yeah" Dean said.
-THIRD PERSON POV-
"Soon as I saw them, I noticed, the two of 'em looked at every little plucky like it was gonna stab them or something"
VICKI'S POV
Sam and I got out of the jeep after watching for Libby when a clown appeared, I let out a yelp and Sam gasped.
TIMESTAMP RIGHT NOW
The clown held Sam and Sam headbutted it, the first clown sprayed me with seltzer from a flower on it's jacket and I groaned "I hate clowns!" I muttered to myself. Sam hit one clown in the groin with the tire iron I had dropped and I ducked when he swung round and hit the other one with it. A tooth came out, followed by glitter.
The two of us stood, and went to run at us, one holding a metal bar ran at Sam and the other ran at me, Sam grabbed me and then suddenly I could feel what felt like glitter. I looked up and both had disappeared and Sam spat glitter out of his mouth.
-PLUCKY'S-
Dean was leaning aganst the car, as Sam pulled the jeep up and the both of us got out. Both of us were covered in glitter and Dean took a step forward, Sam raised is arm and made a circular motion with his finger.
"Let's roll" He said.
Dean stared at the two of and I shook my head while Sam opened his arms in "Go ahead. Say it"
Dean laughed "I'm sorry" Sam smiled "You two look like you got attacked by some PCP-crazed strippers" I laughed and Sam grinned.
"They sprayed us with seltzer from the flower" I said.
Dean laughed even louder, surprising us both. "I'm s-whew. What?" He asked.
"Nothing. Carry on" Sam said.
"Ohh. That's...Sam...I'm sorry for...psychologically scarring you" Dean said.
"Which time?" Sam asked and I laughed.
"Shut up. Seriously. You know me-ditching you when we were kids. Dick move. You know the whole clown thing-"
"You know what man? Honestly...I don't know about Vicki...but getting our asses kicked by those juggalos tonight was...uh it was therapeutic"
"You faced your fear" Dean smiled.
"Exactly. And now what else could a clown possibly ever do to me? I feel good"
"Well congrats"
"Oh...by the way..." I said.
"What?" Dean asked.
I moved back to the jeep and leaned in, grabbing the giant slinky I'd stolen.
"did you win this?" he asked me.
"Uh no. I stole it" I said. The two of them laughed.
"Ha ha" He said taking it from me with a grin. "Hey I got you guys a little something too" He put the slinky on the roof of the impala and reached into the car and flung something at me. I caught it and I dropped it.
"You dick" I said.
"What? You said you were over it"
"I'm not over it" I said "Sam can be over it all he wants. I'll never get over it"
"Well just think of it as a clown phobia sobriety chip" Dean said.
"Caulraphobia" I said movin to the back.
"Shut up" He said and we got into the car, and drove away.
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