Chapter 52
Coulrophobia
Got a big switchblade, chop chop abilities
There's a deal goin' down, it don't go down around me
Rumors keep on spreadin' all over town
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Spirit is willing (skinny as a rail?) and you think you got what it takes
The only exercise you ever get is the shakes
Rumors keep on spreadin' all over town
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Get back to the hills, get back to back where you belong
Finally found out which way the wind blows
The rumors keep on spreadin' all over town
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay It Down Clown by The Replacements
For the past two weeks, Jack had been busy taking care of his newborn child, which wasn't an easy task. They had to fill birth certificate along with a few other papers before taking the little man home. They've helped Sam and Dean from home by taking down Chronos, God of Time who had sent Dean into 1944, but luckily he got back to the present with some help. And then there was an Amazon that got pregnant by Dean that almost resulted him being sacrificed by his daughter Emma who was killed by Sam. That's something that Dean would never ever go through it again.
So now, for the first the time since Kane was born, Jack was back on a case, it was in Wichita, Kansas.
Jack, along with Grace was in the morgue with the Winchesters when a doctor pulled back a sheet of the body that belonged to a middle aged man. The body was covered in circular raised sores of different sizes. They looked like they had been made by tentactles.
"Ohh. Those are not the fun kind of hickeys." Dean commented, definitely not.
"You're…you're saying an octopus did this?" Sam asked,
"Not just any octopus. Based on welt diameter, enteroctopus dofleini." Doctor explained, Jack, Grace and Dean looked confused by the explaination while Sam caught it on.
"And for those of us who skipped the enteroctopus class?" Dean wondered,
"Giant Pacific octopus."
"How giant we talking, Doc?"
"Approximately 30 feet." Sam laughed briefly of how big the octopus is.
"I mean, aren't... giant octopi rare around here?"
"Yet here we are." Doctor reminded,
"Ok, so what happens? A guy comes home, opens a beer and then gets… suckered to death?" Grace asked,
"Obviously, this was some kind of freak fetish attack. Someone created those hickey marks, then bled the man out." The doctor said as he showed a wound on the body's throat. Jack and Grace exchanged a look, what kind of thing had done that?
"That bite look a little vamp-y to you?" Dean asked as they left the morgue and walked through the hallway.
"Yeah, no question." Sam replied,
"So what are we looking for? An octovamp? A vamptopus?"
"I don't know, but this seems a little too crazy, even for us." Grace answered,
"Got that right. Ok, let's talk to the widow." Jack replied,
"We're sorry for your loss, ma'am." Sam said as they were seated around a coffee table in Mrs Harper's house, the window of the dead boy with tentacle wounds.
"Mrs. Harper, we know this is bad timing. But we just have a few routine questions that we need to ask you – is that okay with you?" Grace asked,
"Yeah."
"Did the house feel any different lately?" Sam questioned,
"Different...?" Mrs Harper asked confused,
"Anything strange, like cold spots. Uh, Smell anything weird like sulphur?" Jack clarified,
"No. Not that I can remember." she shook her head no,
"Okay, we're just ticking all the boxes here. Um, what about any skeletons in your husband's closet?" Dean asked,
"Skeletons? What do you mean?"
"Can you think of anybody who would want to do him harm? A colleague, an old flame." Dean simplified,
"The tiniest detail could really help." Sam added,
"You want to know what he was up to lately? Ask Stacey. She was here the night he died." She told them,
"Um... Stacey?"
"Our nanny. Any other questions?"
"No, that's... Thank you. You've been a big help." They got up and headed for the door.
"Really appreciate the hospitality, ma'am." Sam said and then they left the house.
"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 more productively." Dean said as they walked out of the house.
"The only thing I can't wrap my mind around is…."
"What, how wife lady summoned an octovamp?"
"Actually, more like why? I mean, kind of unrealistic, right?" Grace corrected,
"Yeah. All right, two of us needs to go talk to the naughty nanny." Dean stated as he walked around to the drivers side of his car. "The other two stay here, shake down the place when the wife leaves – see what we're dealing with."
"Ok, Grace and I are on the nanny." Jack said
"Grace and I are on the nanny." Dean corrected,
"What? I thought that you promised that it would be no hot chicks." Jack said, confused.
"We don't know that she's hot." Dean replied, Jack gave Sam a look saying is he serious? Sam shrugged he's serious.
"Make sure that he doesn't hit on the nanny." Jack said to Grace.
"No problem, bro." Grace agreed, as she got in to the passenger seat and left with Dean.
Jack and Sam were on a stakeout at Mrs Harpers house in the Mustang when Sam's phone ringed. Sam went to answer it and put it on speaker so Jack could listen.
"Hey, we talked to the wrong person." Dean told them
"What?" Jack and Sam asked in unison,
"Yeah, forget the mom. Talk to the daughter, she's mad at her dad for ditching her birthday."
"Ok, so could it be a birthday wish gone bad or something?" Jack asked,
"I don't know. It could be." Dean replied,
"We got a 20 on her right now." Sam said as they watched the daughter drawing in chalk on a footpath outside of her house.
"Can you get to her without tripping the AMBER Alert?"
"We'll try."
"All right, see what you can find out." Dean hung up; Jack and Sam stepped out of the Mustang and approached the daughter who drew an octopus on the footpath.
"What you're drawing?" Jack asked softly, father mode switched on.
"I know who you are." She said looking up to them.
"You do?" Sam asked,
"Mm-hmm. You're the guys that talked to my mom."
"That's right. We did."
"Kelly! Where are you, honey?" that was Mrs Harper calling out for her daughter inside the house. Kelly glanced at the house for a second afraid.
"Something, wrong, sweetheart?" Jack asked,
"My mom will get mad if I talk to you." Kelly answered, Jack glanced at Sam for a moment before he kneeled down in front of her.
"Why would your mom be mad at you for?" Jack questioned,
"Because of what I told the police."
"What did you tell them?"
"I told them that I tried to warn my dad. That the monster would get him."
Just then Mrs Harper opened the front door and walked to the porch.
"Kelly. Come here! Now! Kelly!" She demanded, Kelly ran back into the house. Jack stood up as Mrs Harper looked at them unhappy walking back inside the house.
Jack and Sam took a closer look of the drawing of the octopus. Jack and Sam exchanged a look of concern. This case was getting confused.
Jack walked into the motel room where they were staying at in Wicthia. Sam was looking through some files.
"Hey." Jack said as he sat down on his bed
"Hey."
"I just got out of the phone with Dean. Do you remember a place named Plucky Pennywhistle's?" Sam froze in fear at the mention of Pluckys, too many bad memories for him.
"No."
"Really? Because Dean told me that you loved those places." Jack told Sam of what Dean said on the cellphone,
"No, dude, I hated them. Dean would uh, dump me there and go trolling for chicks."
"Seriously?" Jack chuckled with a grin, Sam nodded.
"Come on, it's not like he dumped you in jail. I mean those places are supposed to be fun." Jack said then he thought of something. "Maybe I should take Kane there for his first birthday."
"Fun? Uh, they're lame. And they smell like puke. And the ice cream is all grainy. Not a good place to celebrate your birthday." Sam argued,
"Ok, ok. Take it easy, Sammy. No need for one of your seizures, okay?" Jack said holding up his hand in surrender, "Anyway, uh. Dean and Grace hit a dead end with the birthday wishes gone bad- theory, but the two kids were at Plucky's the day of the murders. So they thought that we should check out the local Plucky's and ask about a kid named Billy."
"Look, man, w-why don't I just... why don't I just wait for you to get back?" Sam said, a bit petrified.
"No can do, Sam. Dean and Grace are on their way to talk to Billy as we speak."
"Why – why – why don't I talk to Billy right now? Besides, you wanted to take Kane for his first birthday there. Will be uh… a good time to know this place." Sam stammered,
Jack started to laugh as he realized something; something that Dean told him a while ago. "Wait. Is this about your… phobia for clowns, is it?"
"What?! No!" Sam lied.
"Sam." Jack said knowingly,
"No."
"Ok, if you say so. What in the world have they done to you? "Jack grinned,
"It's not what they have not done to me." Sam muttered looking down,
"Okay. Just so you know, that almost all of the clowns in the world can't hurt you, m'kay? If it bleeds, you can kill it." Jack said as he went to the batroom to change into his suit.
"If it bleeds, you can kill it." Sam whispered to himself, why oh why had to be Plucky's and clowns? He thought to himself.
Jack and Sam stood by the front entrance of Plucky's in their FBI suits.
"I'm too old for this." Sam muttered, Jack held back a smirk; Sam really didn't want to visit Plucky's, that's for damn sure. They entered Plucky's and looked around the place. Sam was getting a bit uncomfortable. Jack was really enjoying this so he decided to do something evil.
"Hey, Sam." Jack told him as he saw a picture of a large clown on a wall. Sam turned around to see what was Jack looking and flinched when he saw the big clown picture. Jack grinned evily at his prank on him. Oh, he was having a blast.
"I hate you." Sam hissed, glaring at Jack
"Do you?" Jack chuckled as he walked to the counter with Sam following him.
"Welcome to Plucky's, where all your dreams are good." A staff member named Howard greeted,
"Could you get the manager for us?" Jack asked as he held up his FBI badge, Howard nodded and walked off. Jack then saw Sam eyeing a mechanical clown.
"Sam." Sam got startled by it, "Come on." Jack nudged him to follow him as they walked further into the room. Sam was getting more and more uncomfortable by the moment.
"I just need you to stay sane for three more hours. Okay? Here. Finish your homework." Another staff member named Libby told a young boy and she walked away.
"Like I can concentrate in here." The boy said; Libby stopped in her tracks trying to keep her from having a fit before she went back to work.
"If that's Kane in six years, so help me, I'm gonna kill himself." Jack commented seeing the whole thing. Sam and Jack walked towards a wall and looked at paper placemats that said "Draw your worst fear... Plucky will make your fear disappear." The drawings included a shark and various monsters. Jack spotted a name tag on the wall with Kelly's name without a placemat.
"Real beauties, huh?" the manager said as she appoarched Jack and Sam, "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 truly evil stuff – just the standard crap like sharks and ghosts." Jack shrugged as the manager held out her hand
"Jean Holiday, shift manager."
"Johnson, FBI." Sam replied as they shook hands, "My partner Waltman." Jack repeated the handshake with Jean.
"So tell us – 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." She used air quotes at "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 it in a little box, and – voila! – Plucky magically transforms it into rainbows and candy. Personally, I think it's a load of hooey, but they say that if these fears run wild, then it affects kids long into their adulthood." Then a laughing clown walked between Sam and Jean getting a bit close to Sam who leaned back out of fear. Jack shook his head with a smile at that.
"Yeah, I've – I've – I've heard that. Um... so, I – I don't know if you'll remember, but there was a – a kid in here yesterday named Billy Pogue for a party?"
"Oh, the conniption kid."
"Conniption? He – he had…"
"No, no, no, not him. He was fine. It was his dad. He pulls the kid away before cake and presents, and I guess the kid asked to stay for another five minutes. The dad pulls a full-frontal douchebag, starts screaming. Just embarrassed for the kid."
Jack shook his head with sympathy for Billy; no way he would do that to his own son not now not ever.
Sam was about to call Dean on their way out when they heard a whistle.
"Hey." It was the janitor, he whistled again loud this time. "Hey."
Sam looked at Jack who shrugged as Sam ended the call and they walked over to the Janitor who was looking around to see if someone's watching.
"You guys are cops?" the janitor asked,
"Feds actually." Jack answered,
"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." Janitor told them,
"Hey. So, what's the lowdown with trauma town?" Dean asked as Sam and Jack entered the motel room. Grace and Dean took out boxes of chinese food out of a bag with chopsticks attached. Sam made a bitchface while Dean smiled along with Grace and Jack.
"Well, not much. Neither vic was exactly parent of the year, Kelly's dad skipped her birthday." Jack began,
"And Billy's dad pulled one of those Dick Parent scenes that makes everyone cringe." Sam continued as he put some of the placemats from Plucky's on the table.
"What the hell are these?" Dean asked as he looked at it
"Kid therapy. Um, you draw your worst nightmare…poof!" Sam made a gesture "Plucky fixes it. Um, they hang them up on this big wall."
"Well, can't argue with this. Leprechauns are deadly." Dean commented as Jack sat next to Grace and was handed a box of his food by Dean. Sam snorted as he untied his tie.
"So, Kelly draws a monster and then that goes after her father? That's what we're saying?" Grace asked,
"Not exactly. You see; they label those." Jack said pointing to the place mats, "And guess which of them are missing except for their name tags of course."
"Little Miss Octovamp." Dean stated,
"Yeah. And... Billy. So... somehow, whatever he drew came to life and killed his dad, riding a horse."
"Close but not close enough. Dean and I went to have a little chat with Billy, he drew us this." Grace said motioning to Dean taking out a piece of paper and unfolded it. It revealed a unicorn with a rainbow-colored tail. There was a person impaled on its 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?"
"Beats me." Jack replied as he began to eat his meal,
They drove back to Plucky's to meet the janitor when they saw the police front and an ambulance there outside of the entrance. It turned out the Janitor was found dead in a ball pit by Jean a couple of hours ago. The cops said the ball washer did it but there were bite marks of a 20 ft shark, so they can rule out the ball washer. They went inside the place and looked at the wall of placemats when they found a drawing missing. Sam found out that it belonged to a kid named Omar Cooper who was afraid for sharks and whoever was responsible for it wanted to slience a whistle-blower. They searched around the place for any traces of EMF or sulphur, but they found nothing, which meant that they were back to square one on this.
They were back at their motel sitting at a table thinking how of many possible creatures they were dealing with.
"Maybe a... Tulpa?" Sam suggested looking at his laptop,
Grace shook her head no, "The killings are too spread out."
"True. Um... angel?"
"It's a little imaginative for the God squad, don't you think?" Dean said the obvious,
Sam sighed in frustration.
"All right. So... what?"
"We're tapped out, basically. We got nothing." Jack told them, they drank their coffees"But whatever it is, at least we know where it is."
"Plucky's!" Dean stated,
"That's where the victims are getting picked up." Sam added,
"Yeah, but we swept the place last night, and nada."
"I can go back. Go to the employees, maybe dig up some dirt."
"What good's that gonna do? They think you're a Fed. The one guy who was gonna rat, he got Bruce'd. If anybody knows anything, they're not gonna tell you."
"Me either, which means that I can go in as a clivian this time." Jack continued,
"All right." Sam said as he clapped his hand," Yep. That's the plan. I'll go back, play bad cop, really lean into them." Sam stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
"And?" Jack asked, wanting some more explaination.
"And... when I'm done, then you watch them."
"So if somebody freaks out, then that's our creep." Dean replied,
"Or he'll lead us closer, and you can track him."
"Well, what's our cover?
"I don't know. Just hang back. Act normal." Sam said as he went into the bathroom and closed the door about to change.
"Yeah, yeah. Two guys and a chick in their thirtes hanging out at Plucky's alone – that's normal. That's not pervy at all." Dean muttered,
"Not to mention two of them are parents. Now that's not pervy." Jack added,
Jack and Grace were watching kids having fun at Plucky's, Dean was following Jean while Sam was interrogating the staff. Jack sighed thinking of how happy the kids are here. No worries about where to go to college or deciding where to do in life. Just enjoying happy moments in life, growing up. His thoughts were interrupted when a chubby kid was kneeling on the skeeball machine, putting ball directly into the rings.
"Hey! Stop cheating!" that was the boy from Jack's first visit to Plucky's, he was not happy about the chubby kid cheating. The chubby looked at him saying what are you gonna do about it and continued to what he was doing. So being parents as they are, Jack and Grace left their table and headed to the chubby about to give him an earful.
"You heard him, young man. Knock it off or I'll make sure that you don't ever go to Pluckys' again." Jack threatened, the chubby kid obeyed as he ran off.
"Jackass." Jack and the kid said in unison, they both looked at each other and Jack cracked a smile. Grace cracked a smile too.
"Tyler, soup's on." Libby told her son as she walked towards Tyler carrying a slice ofp izza on a plate. Taylor walked over to the a table and sat down as Libby put the plate in front of him.
"But, Mom, I don't want…" Tyler began,
"Just eat it."
"But it sucks!" Lizzy sighed as she walked away.
"Hey, kid. Cut some slack on your mom, ok?" Grace said as she and Jack approached Tyler.
"What do you care?"
"Because my sister and I have been where you are right now." Jack replied pointing between him and his sister.
"Your mom made you camp at a stupid Plucky's after school?"
"Okay, good point." Jack agreed, seeing his point of view,
"But still… cut some slack. She's working hard." Jack said as Grace pointed to Libby at the restaurant area.
"She's just exchausted, stop being a pain in the butt. And you get free lunch." Grace added,
"That stuff tastes like butt."
"Come on, it can't be that bad." Jack argued as he picked up the plate.
"Let's have a taste, shall we?" Jack said; he took a bite of the pizza and chew. He spit it out quickly. The quality was bad.
"Ok, that does taste like butt." Jack replied as he put the plate down on the table. Tyler smiled when Grace saw what Tyler drew.
"You scared of robots, kid?" she asked,
"They have laser eyes."
"Huh." Jack and Grace replied glancing at each other
"Howdy, friend. What's your name?" Howard asked as he bumped into another kid.
"Text him." Jack whispered to Grace who pulled out her cellphone sending Sam a text message about Howard.
Moments later, a man in a lion suit ran past them with Sam on his tails. Jack, Grace and the Winchesters followed when a laughing clown suddenly cut off Sam. Jack, Grace and Dean followed the lion out of Plucky's through the Employees door and rounded the corner.
Then Jack flew to a corner waiting for the lion man to show up and as in on cue, the lion man showed up and Jack clotheslined him out of his boots.
"Hey there, pal." Jack greeted as he picked him up and went back to the others. There was Sam, Grace and Dean waiting for him knowing that Jack would get the lion man.
"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... Please. This is the best job I ever had." He begged,
"All right, look, uh..." Dean trailed off not knowing his name,
"Cliff."
"Cliff. You're not using kids' nightmares to smoke people, are you, Cliff?"
"I don't...think so."
"All right, listen. We don't care about your screw-ups, Cliff. But there's some weird stuff going on." Jack said,
"You mean the sub-basement."
"This place has a sub-basement?" Sam asked curious,
"Sure. Door's out back. Easy to miss if you don't know."
"What's in there?"
"Alls I know is... Me and Saul used to come in after hours sometimes and..." Cliff laughed, "You ever shroom in a ball pit?" Sam was not amused by it, which wiped off the smile off Cliff's face.
"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." Cliff said,
They walked back to Plucky's where they saw Libby once again having one of their arguments with Tyler.
"Okay, kiddo. Let's go." Libby said carrying a bag and put an arm around him walking off
"But somebody stole it!" Tyler whined, Libby stopped and put her hands on his face.
"So, draw another one! Okay? We gotta go." Libby snapped, Tyler looked at Jack and Grace who gave him disapproving looks.
"Okay. I'm sorry." Tyler apologized,
"Thank you." Libby said relieved,
"That place mat sucked anyway." Jack and Grace exchanged a look of amusement at the statement as Libby and Tyler walked off. Jack and Grace walked to Tyler's table and looked for the placemat that Tyler drew but it wasn't there, someone snatched it.
"Grace, Jack. What? What is it?"
"Whlie you were being Dirty Harry with Cliff, Tyler's mom got pissed at him and now his place mat's missing." Grace told him,
"So, what do you think?"
"Easy: the bitchy mom plus sad kid plus, place mat with something wacky written on it… equals a corpse." Jack stated, making hand gestures putting two and two.
"So you think she's next on the list?" Jack and Grace nodded, "All right, I'll tail them just to be safe. The rest of you…"
"Check the boiler room. Got it." Grace finished, Sam walked off and then turned back to ask them about the sketch.
"Oh. Oh. Uh, guys, hey, uh, any idea what he drew?"
"A robot." Jack replied,
"Robot?" Sam asked confused,
"About the size of a house. Shoots laser beams out of its eyes."
"At least I'll see it coming." Sam said,
"Yeah."
They entered the boiler room when night showed up with flashlights and looked around when Dean saw a large pot with a flame burning in the center of the room.
"Now, that's perfectly normal." Dean muttered, Jack saw the drawings on a wall and a picture of two young boys with a birthday cake." Happy birthday, Howard." Well now they know who was responsible. It was Howard, all this time. Well played for a lowlife.
Grace looked at a table that had three dolls next to an open spell book. She closed the book and found Tyler's placemat underneath it.
"Drop it." They turned around to see Howard holding a gun,
"Drop it!" they did as they were told.
"Kick it over." Jack kicked away his gun, Grace and Dean followed him.
"Some pretty heavy hoodoo you got here. I gotta say, as far as I know, none of these things, uh, can poop out a Unicorn." Dean said,
"There's power in fear." Howard replied as he walked closer, "And when a child draws what he's afraid of, a little of that mojo ends up on the page.
"You're telling us that you toss it into the fire and then suddenly some bedtime horror comes to life? Really? Really?" Jack asked skeptical.
"I got to get something off the parent, too. Something they own. That bit gets tricky."
"Well, it hasn't seemed to slow you down." Dean commented,
"I'm just doing what I need to!" Howard snapped,
"Okay. Okay. I get it. Okay?" Dean said trying to calm Howard, then he picked up the spell book and threw at Howard. Grace quickly picked up the drawing and ripped it in two.
"No drawing... No Iron Giant!" Dean said as Grace crumpled the two halves of the drawing and tossed them away.
"Oh, that b-word is still on the list! But not tonight. Bigger fish."
"You're gonna shoot us, Howard? Do you really want bodys on your hands? Is that you really want?" Grace asked critically,
"I'd shut up! 'Cause I got lots of ways to take care of bullies. Don't you worry. Like that FBI guy. He's your pal, right? I saw you chase Cliff down. Five minutes ago, his business card was torched. Along with something from my... personal collection." Howard said as he picked up several placemats from the wall. "I – I – I picked it out real special for him, too."
That didn't settle well with either of the hunters knowing Sam's phobia for clowns.
"Soon as I saw him, I noticed. He was staring at every little Plucky like it was gonna stab him or something." Howard explained,
"Uh oh." Jack mumbled,
"Guy's got a real thing about clowns."
"Huh. Should've gone with him earlier." Jack muttered, then noticed a set of dolls on the table. "Have to admit tough, pretty nice dolls. Did you made those?" Jack asked as he picked up a clown doll, howard didn't respond so it was a yes.
"Uh, friggin Plucky." Dean shook his head,
"Plucky helps kids. It's all I ever wanted to do. And when the management slot opened up, I... but they passed me over." Howard began,
"Wow, quite a shocker." Grace said sarcastically rolling her eyes,
"No, I told them, "No one cares more than me." Howard continued, Jack put the doll back on the table. "But suits never listen. So, I'm doing it my way." Unnoticed, Dean slipped a doll into the back pocket of his jeans.
"So let me get this straight. You didn't get the good parking space, so you start dropping bodies?" Dean asked,
"Those parents were horrible. They deserved what they got."
"What about Saul?" Grace questioned,
"Saul had a big mouth!" Howard replied,
"Some guy hits on the babysitter, all of a sudden he's the world's worst dad?" Dean asked,
"A good parent puts his kids first." Howard stated,
"And having his little girl watch her dad getting killed by the closet monster? Is that putting her first?" Grace asked with a disapproving look, just because they make mistakes doesn't mean that they are bad parents. Most of them, anyway.
"In the long run, they'll all be better off."
"You think so? Really?" Jack snorted in disbelief,
"I would have been." Then it dawned on them why Howard was doing this as they turned back to the wall.
"This is about your brother, right? What happened to him?" Jack asked glancing back and forth between the photograph, the drawings on the wall and Howard.
"It's not my fault! It's theirs!" that hit a nerve there on Howard
"It was an accident." Grace said,
"They let him die!" Howard snarled, Dean took the picture of the person under water with off the wall and held up to to Howard
"I'll bet you still have nightmares. In fact, I'll bet you haven't been in the water since." Dean said,
"Shut up!"
"Because you're afraid." Dean added as he picked up the clown from his jeans pocket and then tossed both of the doll and the drawing to the pot.
"No!" Howard moved towards the fire but he backed up as the flames leaped up, all of them leaned back, Howard shot three times as Dean dropped to the floor drawing out his gun while Jack protected his sister but they froze as a young boy appeared with bullet holes on his chest. Howard's face went pale in fear as he saw the young closing the bullet holes. He moved towards Howard who scooted away.
"It wasn't my fault." Howard tried to apologize but the young boy continued to walk towards Howard. "I'm sorry." Dean got back on his
The boy touched Howard's right hand that was holding the gun. Howard got to his knees as he made choking sounds. Water began to splutter from his mouth, the hunters watched Howard's gruesome death in first hand as the doll and the placemat went up in flames. Moments later Howard crumpled to ground as the young boy disappeared. He was dead by choking himself to death.
"Well, there goes Kane's birthday party at Plucky's." Jack stated,
Jack and Grace were leaning on the Mustang next to Dean's car when a jeep showed up and parked in front of them. out stepped Sam who was covered in glitter. The trio walked up to Sam trying so hard not laugh at him; he looked like an idiot.
"Go ahead, say it." Sam spread his arms expecting their reaction and they bursted into laugh.
"I'm sorry Sam…" Jack tired to hold back his laughter but failed miserably,
"You look like you got attacked by some PCP-crazed strippers." Dean joked, that caused them to laugh even more, Sam smiled at their reaction.
"Dude, one of them sprayed me with seltzer from his flower." Sam told them which caused them to laugh a bit louder. Sam was a bit surprised by their reaction. Then somehow they managed to control themselves. Oh that was fun.
"I'm sorry, whew. What?"
"Nothing. Carry on."
"Ohh. That's... Sam... I'm sorry for... psychologically scarring you." Dean apologized,
"Which time?"
"Shut up. Seriously. You know, me – me ditching you when we were kids, that was a dick move. You know, the whole clown thing…"
"You know what, man? Honestly... getting my ass kicked by those juggalos tonight was, uh... it was therapeutic." Sam said, feeling good.
"You faced your fear." Jack said
"Exactly. And now what else could a clown possibly ever do to me? I feel good."
"Congrats, Sammy." Grace chuckled,
"By the way, to celebrate..." Sam walked back to the jeep,getting something from the jeep.
"What?" Dean asked, his face lit up when Sam walked back with a giant slinky from his jeep.
"No!" Dean exclaimed,
"Yes." Sam said as he handed the giant slinky to Dean. He walked to the passenger door of the car.
"Did you win this?" Dean asked,
"We earned that."
"Ha ha!" Dean was happy to get that as he walked back to the driver's door.
"Hey. I got you a little something, too, actually." Dean said as he put the giant slinky on the roof of the car, he reached into the car to get a clown doll which he tossed it to Sam who shuddered when he caught it. He held it up with his bitch face.
"What You said you were over it. You can think of it as a... clown phobia sobriety chip."
"Yeah, nothing says I over conquered Coulrophobia like a clown doll." Jack laughed as he and Grace walked into the Mustang. Sam tossed the clown doll away and climbed into the Winchester's car. They drove off leaving Wichtia, Sam really hopes that he never ever stepp in to Plucky's again. He hates the place.
I smell the fear that rains inside
The thought of children who must oblige
To tainted dreams and polluted seas
The missing moon and melting trees
A mist of doom and clouds of pain
A toxic waste and an acid rain
The passing of our ignorance
A lifetime spent in abstinence
I living in fear, I living in fear
I can't tell you no lies
I living in fear, I living in fear
Conditioned to hate and them to blame
Their search for God is just the same
Machines for hearts, how warped a view
Forgeting that they're human too
Waiting like a branded steer
Who first will launch the burning spear
When every day may be your last
You think we'd learn from our past
I living in fear, I living in fear
I can't tell you no lies
I living in fear, I living in fear
Ouh yeah yeah yeah yeah
I smell the fear that rains inside
The thought of so many lives denied
More wounded soldiers, another burning flag
And rows and rows of body bags
No time for tears as the night falls cold
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The day survivors crawl back in their holes
As for the rest they're shipped back home
Home to the rows of white tomb stones
I living in fear, I living in fear
I can't tell you no, tell you no lies, yeah yeah
Fear, I living in fear
Ouh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fear by Lenny Kravitz
