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Chapter 7: Killer Clowns, Sammy. Killer Clowns.

Bella slipped inside as the fire burned into the night sky, wiping her own tears. "Bobby?" She called, looking around the living room and mountain of books. "Kitchen," He called. Bella followed his voice. "Do you have a car I can borrow? I need to handle some things in Florida for my mother,"

She looked to the floor, trying her best to get the image of what Phil had told her on the phone out of her head. Bobby turned to her; his own face pulled in a frown. "Yeah. Are you sure you'll be alright? The boys wouldn't mind,"

Bella rubbed her arm, leaning against the doorframe. "They don't need this right now. I can handle a funeral," Bobby motioned her forward. "Well, you'll need some things in case you run into something nasty out there. So, a gun, salt, holy water, oh and these," Bella raised a brow at the fake IDs. "Are those necessary?" She asked.

Bobby nodded. "Never know when you'll need 'em," Bella picked one up, looking to Bobby over the ID. "Cher Templeton? Cher? Really?" Bobby shrugged. "Wasn't my idea, Cher," Bobby suddenly turned serious, sitting at the table. "I don't know how this gift of yours works, but don't rely on it for everything. That son of a bitch wasn't affected by Holy Water, so don't expect a demon to be spotted so easily," Bella nodded, listening closely. She didn't think she'd run into anything, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared.

"Now, about your mother, how bad was it?" Bella shuddered, adverting her eyes. "I just know that a closed casket is required. I know she was in so much pain…." She trailed off, stopping herself from breaking apart.

"Don't hold it in now kid. I tried to teach Dean that when he was a kid, but you can see how that turned out," Bella chuckled softly. She sobered up pretty quickly, pulling what Bobby had given her. "I better be heading on out. I uh want to get this over as soon as possible," She stood from the table, and Bobby stood as well.

Bella leaned over, bringing him into a hug. Bobby's brows raised, and he laughed. "Affectionate you are," He grumbled, hugging her back. "You run into anything, give us a call. Okay?" Bella nodded, taking the keys he put in her hand. Bella grabbed her duffle bag, putting everything inside. "If nothing goes wrong, I should be back in a week," Bobby nodded. "Make sure you tell them boys goodbye before you go,"

Bella hoisted the bag over her shoulder, and made her way back outside, stopping as the two were briefly talking. She squared her shoulders, walking towards them. Hearing her feet, Sam was the first to turn around. "I thought you weren't leaving till daylight,"

Bella shrugged. "It's a 21-24 hour drive," Sam reached out a hand, pulling her into a hug. "Are you sure you don't want us to come with you?" He questions, letting her go. Bella shook her head. "No, I'll be fine, really. Bobby gave me some essentials, and I know what to do if I run across something. Besides, you two have your own thing going on right now,"

She softly smiled, squeezing his hand. She turned to Dean next, and Sam slinked away towards the house. "Are you going to be okay?" Bella smiled at his question and nodded. "I was about to ask you the same thing. I'll be alright. You'll be the first I call. Promise," Dean nodded, raking his eyes over her. "You don't have to go alone, Sam and I can still come along,"

Bella laid a hand on his shoulder, her eyes softening. "Dean. You just put your father to rest. You need to process that. I'll be okay. I've learned from the best, and I know my way around a gun," Dean ran a hand down his face, sighing in defeat. "Okay, just check-in alright? Yellow Eyes is still out there,"

Bella nodded, surprised when he pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing. "Take care of yourself, will you?" She pulled back, biting her lip. As she pulled away, Dean stopped her once again. "Be careful,"

Florida

It was 2 pm in the afternoon when Bella pulled in front of Renee's home, sitting in the car. Phil was waiting on the porch for her, hands in his pockets. She grabbed her bag, stepping out of the car.

"Hey," She called. Phil waved, and she walked to the porch, embracing him. She took in a deep breath, tears slowly leaking down her cheeks as she exhaled. "Did you want to go to the coroner's office now?" Phil asked as she walked inside. "Yes, if you don't mind," She sat her bag on the floor by the couch. "Do you need to settle down?" He asked, gesturing towards her bag. "No, I'm just here for the funeral and arrangements. What are you going to do? Last time mom and I talked, you two weren't together,"

Phil nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't do it. She was, you know? You're still like a daughter to me, and I couldn't just let you do it alone. Renee didn't have a will, but this house is paid for, and even before we split, we wanted you to have it. You don't have to live in it, but you can sell it, do whatever you want with it,"

Bella opened her mouth, unsure of what to say. Phil shook his head. "Nothing to say on this. We wanted you to have it. I know Renee was flighty, but, she loved you," Bella sniffled, looking around the bare home. She noticed some boxes of Renee's things and walked to them seeing a lot of her trinkets she picked up over the years, as well as family photos. "These can go into the attic. I can take her clothes to donation," She picked up a blanket that Renee had made a few years ago, holding it to her chest. "Except this," She whispered.

She accompanied Phil to the Coroner's office, who stayed in the waiting area. Bella went to talk to the Medical Examiner. He was an older man with white hair and dark green eyes, standing at about 5'9. He greeted her at the door, shaking her hand. "I first want to say I'm sorry for your loss, but aside from her now ex-husband, we need a second verification on the remains including dental records. I'll give you a few seconds to ready yourself,"

Bella swallowed and nodded when ready. The medical examiner moved to the side to show a white sheet draped over a body. Bella sucked in a shaky breath as he gently pulled down the sheet. "Oh my god," She gasped, turning away. She covered her mouth with her hand, willing the bile that wanted to rise, down. "She's been semi-skinned. I also found some claw marks. She had a few broken bones and was partially dressed in hiking gear of some sort. A lot of people like to head out into the woods, so it has been ruled as an accident. It seems like she was hiking and broke her neck on the way down, then the elements and animals had gotten to her. When you are able, I need you to sign a few papers for us Ms. Swan," Bella nodded, gesturing for him to pull the sheet back up. "I can do that," She whispered, unable to resist grabbing the trashcan and emptying out her stomach.

After leaving the coroner's office, Phil and Bella started to work on funeral arrangements. She decided to cremate Renee and set up a memorial down by the beach. As Phil was driving her back to Renee's, they passed by a house with police cars swarming the place. "Wait, stop. That's Mr. and Mrs. Tanner's place," Phil pulled over on the curb, and Bella hopped out.

She used to babysit their grandkids when she was with Renee before going to live with Charlie. She saw the mocha brown twins sitting to the side who immediately recognized her. "Bella!" They chorused, slipping from the officer, and running to her. She hugged them tight, raking her eyes over them. They were both girls, one named Holly, and the other Janet.

She stood up, shaking the police officer's hand. "Bella Swan. I've known them since they were kids. Are their parents on the way?" The officer nodded, and after securely moving them out of the way, Holly pulled on Bella's arm, and Bella crouched down. "A clown hurt grandma and grandpa," Bella's brows furrowed. Janet nodded. "She's telling the truth. We went to a carnival yesterday and it followed us home. I was telling Grandma, but she didn't see it," The girls wrapped their arms around her, and Bella just looked around the scene mentally cursing.

Nebraska

"Dean? I think you should take a look at this," Sam called, glancing at Ellen in thanks. Dean looks up from the table he was staring at, shaking his head to clear it. "What is it?" He asked, reading the headlines of the paper. "A case?" Sam nodded. "I think so. Which part of Florida did Bella go to again?" Dean hummed in thought before answering. "Jacksonville, I think. Don't tell me," Dean read some of the pieces of information. "I'll call Bella and give her a heads up," Dean pulled out his phone dialing her number.

As it rang, Ellen looked between them. "Who's Bella? Another Hunter?" Sam nodded. "Yeah. We found her a few months ago, and the same demon that killed Dad killed her mother. She was traveling with us while we were searching for Dad. She left a few nights ago to gather funeral arrangements," Ellen winced in sympathy. "Jesus. Well, the next time you boys drop by, bring her in, I'd love to meet her," Sam gestured to the folder, and Ellen nodded.

"She's not answering," Dean slipped his phone back into his pocket and Sam frowned. "She's probably busy. We'll try her on the way. Thanks, Ellen, it was nice meeting you," Ellen gave them a nod as they walked out.

Dean was already on the phone again, leaving a message. "Hey, it's me. Call me when you get this. There seems to be a case in your area, sounds serious, we're heading your way," They got into the minivan Bobby loaned them, heading for the nearest highway.

Sam was already pulling out his laptop starting on research. "Think she's alright?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged. "I mean she's brave and can kick ass, but she's never handled one on her own. So what did you find?"

"Well, the cops have no leads, all employees are accounted for, alibis, and the little boy said he saw a clown vanish into thin air. Authorities are saying trauma," Dean glanced over at Sam, a smirk on his face. "Still scared of clowns Sammy?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Give me a break Dean," Dean laughs. "Man, you still hate the Ronald McDonald clown that comes on the tv," Sam pointed his pen at him, "At least I can fly on a plane!"

Dean scoffed, "Planes crash, big difference," "Not according to this. Clowns kill," Dean focused back on the road. "So have these murders happened before?" Sam looked at his laptop, reading the article. "Well, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales,"

Dean frowned. "That's weird. Spirits are usually bound to a specific place, house, town, you know. How's it getting city to city, carnival to carnival?" Sam hummed. "Only thing I can think of is a cursed object, so paranormal scavenger hunt. Great,"

Sam scrolled on the computer, his eyes flying across the screen.

"Um, Dean? Look what just ended up on the web. Twins find grandparents slain, Serial Killer Clown on the loose," Dean groaned. "Already?" Sam shook his head. "A few hours ago. Look who's holding the kids…" Dean quickly looked over at the picture, worry now settling in. "You don't think she's trying to do this on her own do you?" Sam asked. Before Dean could respond, his phone started to ring.

Pulling it out of his pocket, Bella's name flashed across the screen. He hit answer, putting her on speaker. "Hey, you alright?" Dean questioned. 'Yeah, I'm fine. I just got your message. I think there's some type of ghost clown on the lose or something,'

"We're on the way to you. We should be there in two days. Are there any carnivals in the area?" Sam asked. Bella quieted for a moment, and Dean and Sam looked at each other. "Bella?" Sam asked. 'Sorry. Phil's around for the night. Yeah, it's here till the end of the week. So, what is this? A ghost?'

"That's what we're thinking. Just scope out what you can, for now, we'll meet up with you," 'Sounds good. I'll send you the address and you can crash here till this is done,' She hung up the phone and sent the address like she said.

Jacksonville, Florida

Bella was waiting on the porch when Dean and Sam pulled up in the middle of the night. Dean shut off the minivan, and they stepped out, grabbing their bags. "Hey," She called. "You two look like soccer moms," She chuckled tiredly. Dean rolled his eyes. "See? I told Sam the same thing. Anything happen since?" Bella nodded, leading them inside. "Phil is asleep, so we can look over things in my old bedroom. Anyway, two more last night. This thing isn't slowing down. Parents were…ripped to shreds and there was a survivor, a little boy,"

Bella quietly led them down the hall and into her old room. Bella flicked on her lamp, illuminating her purple room in a soft glow. "Was the boy hurt?" Sam asked quietly, sitting down on her bed. "No. I don't think they're hurting children. Just the parents. I thought the best way for us to figure this out is to get up close and personal,"

Dean smiled a wide smile while Sam just gulped. Bella noticing this looked at the both of them. "What am I missing?" Dean turned to her, pointing to Sam. "Sammy here is afraid of Clowns. Hates the sight of them," Bella's brows rose, and she looked to Sam. "Well, you're not going to like what I planned. There's a help wanted sign at the Carnival here, and I went earlier this morning to tell the owner that myself and you two were coming to lend a hand," Sam just glowered at her causing Bella to shrug. "Sorry Sam," She whispered with a chuckle. "Phil's on the couch, and this is the only bed we've got. One of you can take the bed with me, and one of you can take the mattress," She looked to the both of them, waiting for a response.

"I'll take the mattress," Sam grumbled, eyeing the bed for length. "This is too small anyway,"

"Sounds good. Let me go grab a few things, and I'll be back," She bounced from the room, and Dean watched her leave before turning to Sam. "I call shower first,"

The next morning, the boys woke up to the sound of what sounded like a gun going off. Both boys ran on autopilot, and Dean started to creep down the hall, gun in hand. Sam was behind him, peering around his shoulder. They rounded the corner, guns drawn. "Jesus!" Phil was standing there, a gun drawn. "Who the hell are you?" Phil snapped, looking a mix between shaken and thoroughly confused.

Dean raised his hands, eyeing Phil's hand. "Easy, friends of Bella's," Phil raised a brow, looking skeptical. Right on cue, Bella walked in with groceries. "Phil…I have some…oh my god! Where the hell did you get a gun?!" She rushed into the room, pushing his arm down. "These are my friends. Sam and Dean. Sam, Dean, Phil. Give me this," She took the gun from his hands. "Go wash up and I'll put some breakfast on," She looked pointedly at Phil, shaking her head.

Dean and Sam slipped from the room, and Bella looked at the gun. "You went through my bag?" She asked, looking up at Phil with slight annoyance. "It was sticking out, I'm sorry. Are you in some type of trouble Bella? Are they really your friends?" He asked concerned. Bella softened a bit, slipping the gun in her jeans. "I'm okay. I promise. It's better for you not to ask. They are my friends, and I've been with them since Charlie died. How about you get out of town for a few days. I can handle things here and in a week we'll meet back up for the memorial,"

Phil wasn't as perceptive as Bella was, and nowhere near as much as Charlie was. It was a Swan thing she figured. "Can you just give me a little something? Just to ease my mind. Charlie nor Renee would like it if I let something happen to you,"

Bella bit her lip in thought, wondering how much she could actually tell him. "Do you believe that there are things we can't explain?" She asked, turning away from him to start breakfast. "You mean like ghosts, aliens, and things like that?" Bella shrugged. "Sure,"

"I mean I guess, sure. Are you about to tell me you and those two men back there are like ghostbusters?" Phil chuckled, only for it to die down as she continued cooking. "Are you serious?" He asked, sitting down at the table. Bella turned her head to look at him. "Something like that. Don't worry about it, but really, you should get out of town for a few days. It'll be good for you," Phil just rubbed his eyes, nodding to himself. "You'll be alright?" He asked.

Bella swallowed. "Yes. I'll check in," Silence descended between them until she was finished cooking, Dean and Sam rounding the corner dressed in their usual attire. She sat a plate in front of each of them, pushing a special plate of bacon to Sam. "Made you some turkey bacon,"

"Thanks," He murmured gratefully. Phil watched them all for a moment, eating slowly. "Ignore him," Sam mumbled around a bite, seeing Phil's expression as Dean shoveled food into his mouth. "This is much better than Bobby's," Dean stated, causing Bella to laugh.

"Wait till you taste her pie," Phil cut in. Dean stopped eating at the mention of pie, his green eyes widening as he turned to Bella. "You make pies? When were you going to tell me this?" He hadn't had pie in months and sure hasn't had a homemade pie since he can remember. Bella shrugged. "Pie hasn't really been a topic lately, but I'll make you a pie, just for you," She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Sam. Dean just smiled with a mouth full of food.

"Make it Cherry,"

Dean pulled up to a stop outside the carnival, and Bella leaned in between them, looking out of the windshield. "Through there is where we'll find Mr. Cooper. He's an older man, and from what I can tell, human. So, what are we looking for?" Sam shrugged. "A cursed object most likely. It's all that makes sense," Bella sighed, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "In this place? Easier said than done,"

Dean grabbed their duffle bag and opened the driver's side door. "Well, let's get to it," He opened the side so that Bella could hop out. Sam stepped out after them, his eyes searching the carnival yard. "Come on Sam," Bella called as they walked ahead of him.

Sam gave her a tight smile, but followed, narrowly passing a clown. They walked inside a small shack-like structure, and Mr. Cooper stood. "Ms. Templeton. Nice to see you," Bella walked forward, shaking his hand. "Same to you, these were the men I were telling you about,"

Mr. Cooper shook each of their hands, and Dean eyed the only other seat aside from the Clown decorated seat. Sam glowered at him but gingerly sat down. Bella sat in a chair beside the wall, mentally shaking her head.

"You three picked a hell of a time to join. We've had all sorts of local trouble. Folks around here been getting murdered, and the police like to snoop around here first. "I've already asked Ms. Templeton some of these questions so, you two ever worked a circuit before?"

Dena and Sam glanced at each other before Dean answered. "No, but we really need the work, and um, Sam here has a thing for the bearded lady," Bella closed her eyes, holding back her snort.

Mr. Cooper pointed towards a picture. "That picture there? That's my daddy. He was in the business. Ran a freakshow. Till they outlawed them, most places. Apparently displaying the deformed isn't dignified. So, most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's progress. You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you three? You should go to school. Find a couple of girls, or guys if that's your thing hon. Have two point five kids. Live regular."

Sam suddenly leaned forward, and Bella raised her brows at how serious he became. "Sir? We don't want regular. We want this,"

Mr. Cooper stared at each of them before standing. "Well, you got yourselves a job," Bella let out a sigh of relief, standing as well. She followed behind Sam and Dean, looking around. There were people walking everywhere, just making an earning. As she walked forward, she ran into a man with sunglasses. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn't see you," She bet down to pick up the sunglasses. The older man chuckled. "I should be saying that," She stood back up, freezing at his eyes. "Here you go," She said softly, and the man smiled. "Thank you," He waved her ahead of him, and Bella scurried ahead.

She caught up to Sam and Dean. "What's the plan?" She asked looking at Dean. He handed her an EMF. "We scan. Split up and meet back up if we find something. What took you so long?" He asked. Bella rubbed the back of her neck. "Ran into a blind man. I wonder if any of the people around here know anything," She mused.

"If they do, they wouldn't tell us. To them, we're outsiders," Sam responded. They all split, keeping up the charade of working. Like Sam had stated, no one bothered to interact with them, and Bella was hoping to catch a break. She didn't know how much more tissues full of snot and/or food she could pick up.

As she was cleaning up a few of the tables, a chill ran down her spine. Kids were laughing and playing, and the carnival music seemed to amplify. She looked around in search of either Sam or Dean, finding the latter by the Ferris Wheel. She started to make her way towards him, in hopes he'd have an idea about what's going on so far.

She sped up a bit as the blind man she ran into caught up to Dean, roughly grabbing his arm. She frowned, rushing to meet him. She could hear him hounding Dean about EMFs and skeletons. "Is everything okay here?" She called, and the man turned in her direction.

"You. You know him?" Bella refrained from nodding. "Yes. We just sighed on with Mr. Cooper," She moved in between them, and Dean pulled his arm from the man's grasp. "Well, what's he doing talking about human bones and skeletons?" Bella narrowed her eyes as he seemed to follow her pretty well.

She mentally told herself that not everyone is a bad guy, no matter how weird. "Do you believe in ghosts?" She asked, looking to Dean who was watching the man with the same scrutiny. "What?" The man asked confused.

"We're writing a book about ghosts," Dean explained, looking at Bella with a shrug. "Yeah, he and his brother are doing research," The man was silent before he backed away. "Well, I'll leave you to it. But remember what I said boy," Bella and Dean watched him walk away.

"Do you get weird vibes or is that just me?" Dean murmured. Bella just nodded, staring after him. "Well, I'm glad you're here anyway. Sam thinks he has an idea. Come on," Bella followed behind him, and she grabbed his arm, remembering that she had sought him out for a reason. Dean looked down at her, a brow raised. "I was cleaning the tables before I came to you, and I just had a uh…one of those feelings again. Something just doesn't feel right,"

Her face scrunched up as she tried to put her finger on it. "Just keep a sharp eye out, alright?" She followed Dean towards the funhouse, spotting Sam who was waiting nearby. "What took you so long?" Sam questioned, eyeing them both. "Long story," Dean stated. A shiver ran down Bella's spine again, and she looked around for the source. "Mommy, look at the clown!"

Their heads snap in the direction of a little girl who is clearly pointing at something. Her mother looks around confused. "Sweetie, what clown?" The little girl points again, and Bella blinks a few times, even to go as far as to rub her eyes. "So we're clear that we don't see a clown right?" Bella asked, watching as the mother and daughter walk away.

Late in the evening, the three are watching in wait, and Bella is having trouble keeping her eyes open. She blinks again, masking a yawn. "I think Mr. Cooper brought sometime with him, and the Clown keeps following him. It's attached to something," Sam whispered lowly.

"Look," Bella leans in between them to look at the house, seeing the little girl beckon something invisible inside. "Let's go. Dean and I will get the clown, and you just keep the girl out of the way," Sam instructed. "Got it,"

They quickly crossed the street, slipping inside to lay in wait. They enter a room just outside of the hall, and as the little girl walks past, Bella quickly snatches her out of the way, covering her ears as Dean shot at the clown. The little girl screamed in fright, and the Clown fell back to the floor, hitting it with a thud. It quickly got back up, and turned away, running towards the glass door. Dean was already reloading when Sam aimed for it again, only to pause as the light in the hall switched on. "What the hell is going on?!" Bella let the girl go, who ran to her parents crying about her clown. The glass door was clearly busted, and there was no clown in sight.

Dean grabbed Bella by her shirt, pulling her forward as they hauled ass out of the house, the angry father shouting behind them. Bella didn't wait to slide inside through the sliding doors. She crawled across the driver's seat and into Sam's lap, Dean gunning the van before he fully closed the door.

They were all breathing heavily as Dean sped down the street, and Bella let out a sigh, looking to Sam apologetically. "Definitely wasn't a ghost," Sam grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "It hit something solid. Why did it turn invisible then?" Bella asked, getting herself comfortable. Sam apparently didn't seem to mind, and it was much harder to crawl through the space from the front than the back.

Dean slowed down to a stop, in a sea of trees, cutting off the engine. "Bella, how far are we from your place?" Bella looked around at the street signs. "10 minutes by drive, 25 on foot," Dean nodded. "Well, we're walking. I don't want to chance it, and I can't stand this thing," They helped Dean cover the minivan and grabbed all of their belongings, including license plates.

"Whatever it is, it's a different breed. Do you think Ellen or that guy Ash will know?" Sam questioned. "Who's Ellen?" Bella asked, walking in between them. "Another Hunter down in Nevada we met. It's how we knew to come here, we saw it in a News article,"

"Nice," She hummed. "Dean, you think Dad and Ellen had a thing?" Sam chuckled dryly. "Nah, no way," Bella decided to walk ahead of them feeling like they needed some privacy.

Long time no chat.

Bella faltered for just a moment before gaining her bearings.

What? No hello?

What do you want?

Just wanted to pop in. Say goodbye really, I don't particularly need you anymore.

You leave Sam alone.

See you around Bella. Tick Tock.

"Rakshasa," Sam spoke, hanging up the phone. "A what?" Bella asked, looking up from her book on the table. "It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited,"

"Gross," She whispered. "So, they dress up as clowns, and the children invite them in," Sam nodded. "Okay, but why not eat the child and the parents? Why do they let the kids live?"

Sam shrugged. "No idea. Maybe the parents make them fuller?"

Bella's cell rang, and she dug in her bag to get it. "Hello?" She answered. "Dr. Miller. Um, it's a bit late. Her insurance declined to cover….are you serious?" Both boys looked up at her as she heaved a deep sigh. "Okay, talk to me out of costs. What am I looking at? Temporary urn. Dr. Miller, I really don't have the patience to do this right now. Give me a price, and I'll get back to you in the morning,"

She nodded to everything that was said, "Okay, I'll be to you by morning," She hung up the phone, scrubbing a hand down her face. "That didn't sound too good," Dean said, turning his head from his position on the couch to look at her. "It wasn't. I just want to catch this thing," She ran a hand through her hair, looking down at the brown book in her hands.

1994

"What's that?" 6-year-old Bella skipped up to the table, tilting her head and pointing a finger at the book Renee was writing in. Renee looked down with a smile, picking Bella up, and placing her in her lap. "Well, it's a diary. Something you write all your fears, hopes, wishes…it's a reflection of you," Bella smiled a toothy grin as Renee tapped her nose.

"Can I write something Mommy?" Renee handed Bella a pencil, and Bella concentrated hard as she scribbled out her sentence.

I miss daddy

Renee kissed Bella's temple, a sigh escaping her lips. "Maybe for the summer sweetheart. Now come on, it's time for school,"

Bella looked up at Renee confused. "School? It's Saturday,"

Renee laughed, facepalming. "I knew that silly! Just wanted to see how smart you were…"

"I love you Mommy," Bella's small hands wrapped themselves around Renee's neck, planting a wet kiss on her cheek.

The wet tear dropped onto the page before Bella could control herself. "If you need some time, we can do this without you, it's okay," Sam spoke up, swallowing is own lump down his throat. Bella immediately shook her head, looking towards him. "No. We have a job to do,"

They pile into the car Bobby had loaned Bella. "I'm thinking Cooper," Dean mentioned as he drove to the carnival. Sam nodded in agreement. Bella frowned. "Cooper makes a lot more sense, I guess. He and his father looked so much alike, almost like the same person. He's been at the center of this since what year now?" "1981 I believe it said," Sam responded.

Dean and Sam decided to scope out Cooper's office while Bella went in search of a brass blade. As they went separate ways, Bella ran into the blind guy who had just what she needed. She followed him to a small shack-like building, and he tapped his cane against a chest. "All my knives are in there. I may have a brass one or two in here doll,"

Bella went to the trunk, lifting it only to frown at the red wig that greeted her. She swallowed, looking up at the blind man. "I knew it," She whispered. The blind man took off his glasses, showing that he clearly wasn't blind.

"Catch me if you can," He disappeared before her eyes, and she cursed, hurriedly heading out of the small place. She ran into Sam and Dean on the way, shaking her head. "The Blind Guy is the clown, and no brass blade,"

Sam suddenly comes up with an idea and leads them to the funhouse. They each get separated, Bella and Dean following the maze of the funhouse to reach Sam. Sam grabbed a pipe organ, and he looked around. "Where is it?!" Sam called, this hissing steam screeching loud in his ear. Dean was the first to catch up to him, followed by Bella a few seconds after. "Um…" Bella looked around, her eyes catching a lever. She hit Dean's arm, pointing towards the level.

Dean pulled on it, snorting out a "Short stuff," at the end earning a slap to the gut from Bella. A knife flew past her face, pinning Dean's sleeve to the wall behind him. "Jesus!" Dean snapped. "If this wasn't dire, I'd say that's what you get,"

"Enough you two. Tell me where the damn thing is!" Sam snapped, looking around in front of him. Bella caught the outlined shape just as Dean yells, "Behind you, behind you!" Without looking, Sam shoves the pipe backward, feeling it hit something. He turns, and there is the invisible creature, blood pouring, from it, the clothes it had on soaking in blood.

Bella helped Dean pull the knife from his sleeve, letting it drop to the floor. "I hate funhouses," Dean muttered. "Same," Bella mumbled, looking at the clothes and bloody pipe.

Bella stared at herself in the mirror, running the brush through her hair. A knock on her door, made her look up to see Sam dressed in a tux. "You clean up nice Sam," Sam chuckled, giving her a shrug. "Phil and Dean are waiting," Bella nodded, taking in a deep breath, setting down the brush.

"I don't know if I can do this," She admitted quietly. Sam walked into the room, standing behind her. "I know it's hard," Bella sniffed, looking up at him through the mirror. "Will we lose all the people we love to this?" Sam frowned, sitting beside her. "Some yes. Some of us are fortunate to keep the ones we love, but it's very uncommon. Sometimes it's good to have what Dean and I have. Walking alongside one another, hunting together. We're the only thing that matters, and sometimes it's easier you know? Fewer people, fewer casualties. I won't say it'll be easy, but it won't always hurt like this,"

Bella gave him a watery smile, wiping under her eyes.

Phil laid a hand on Bella's shoulder as she spoke through tears, her voice wavering as she looked into the sea of people that Renee had met over the years. People were silent as she spoke, sniffles heard in the crowd. Bella lifted the black and white urn, opening the top. Everyone stood as she walked down the white carpet, kicking off her shoes so that her bare feet hit the beach sand.

"May you rest in peace," Bella whispered, turning over the urn as the wind blew, blowing her ashes into the ocean. Bella placed her hand over the necklace she wore filled with just an ounce of Renee's ashes. Phil wrapped an arm around Bella's shoulders as she silently cried.

Seeing as everyone was giving them condolences, Sam went to console Bella as Phil took the brunt of apologies and 'she was a good woman' speeches. Dean sighed, thinking about John. He looked around for a moment, stopping in his tracks at the figure that stood off to the side, watching Bella and Sam.

Dean weaved through the crowd with ease, walking up to the figure. "Castiel?" Dean questioned, coming to stand next to him. Castiel's icy blue eyes looked to Dean with indifference. "Yes,"

Dean's brows raised and he turned around to face everyone as well, his eyes on Bella and Sam. "What's so special about them? Why her? Why Sammy?" Castiel didn't say anything, causing Dean to become annoyed.

"They're the key to everything Dean. He's the darkness, and she's the light. In order to keep your world from ending, she must die. She must die so that he can live," In a flutter of what sounded like wings, Castiel was gone, leaving Dean alone with his hands at his sides, an expression on his face that conveyed sadness and determination.

He wouldn't lose his brother, and he wouldn't let Bella take Sam's place.

Castiel let himself be seen for a reason, and Dean knew it was a silent way of telling him that whatever is meant to go down is going to happen soon, and the plan has already been made.

AN: Chapter 7 for ya. So, a lot of people have been asking about Devil's Darlin' and if there are any of you following that story reading this, I DO want to continue it, but I feel like for me to do so, I need to rewrite it from Chapter 4, when the Cullen's stroll in. I think I rushed headfirst there. It just isn't right.

Anyway, the last day of class is the 29th, and if I do this last thing today, today will be the last day for me technically lol So pretty much, I am free ya'll….I'm free to write, read….I'm free lol

I'll try to have some updates for the recent stories I've been working on this weekend and try to set up a system to update now that I have the time.

Next week though, I won't really be updating unless it's something I have been working on for a while. I'll be out of town for a few days, and while I'll have my computer, I'll be a bit busy. Stay safe you all!