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Isabeau sits on top of her car's hood, staring out at the woods before her. She let Sam and Dean have their moment of privacy with saying goodbye to their father.

With a groan, Isabeau falls back onto the car, looking up at the stars above her. "Little miracle?" She questions aloud. Things weren't adding up. She died and went to heaven, so she should've stayed there. Who brought her back?

Isabeau looks over, seeing Sam walk towards her with tears in his eyes. She sits up and stares at him as he stops in front of her. Sam sniffles, reaching out to take Isabeau's hands in his own.

He squeezes her hands, as if to remind himself that Isabeau is there in front of him and not dying in some hospital bed.

Since they left the hospital, Sam and Dean have been very clingy. Holding her hand whenever they had the chance, wrapping their arms around her to pull her into their broad chests, any sort of physical contact.

Isabeau gave them whatever they needed. She didn't know what it was like to lose a parent or any family member for that matter. She only had brief memories of her grandfather and she was so young that it hadn't affected her as much, but she did wear his rosary to honor him.

"I'm here, Sam. Whatever you need." Isabeau says softly. Sam smiles weakly at her, pulling her closer so that he stands in between her legs.

Sam leans down, pressing his forehead against hers. The two say nothing for a few moments before Sam pulls Isabeau into his chest and he sobs into her shoulder.

Isabeau closes her eyes, rubbing small circles on the small of his back, under his layers. "I got you… I got you." She whispers out.

Sam's arms tighten around her form, his body leaning into hers. Isabeau opens her eyes as she continues to comfort Sam, his sobs dying down, turning into sniffles. "You should check on Dean." Sam's voice breaks as he speaks.

Isabeau nods and the two pull away. She wipes away his tears and softly kisses him before hopping off of the hood and walks into the words towards Dean. Sam leans against the car watching Isabeau disappear from his sight.

Isabeau walks deeper into the woods and slowly comes to a stop when she sees the burning funeral pyre.

She shoves her hands in her pockets, biting her lip as Dean stands in front of her, staring into the flames silently.

Isabeau takes a breath and walks up to Dean, standing next to him, "Dean…" She says softly. She knew that Dean was trying his best to keep any emotion from showing in front of Sam. He was a big brother; had to be strong for his little brother. She did the same when it came to her little brothers. Hiding her emotions to be strong in front of them.

Dean turns to her and stares at her, tears pooling in his eyes. Isabeau's eyes soften at Dean; though Dean only really showed his weaknesses to Isabeau. "What do you need from me, Dean?" She asks.

Dean steps forward, "I…" Dean trails off, staring into Isabeau's blue eyes that reflected the flames from the fire. Isabeau frowns slightly, taking the final step and wrapping her arms around his waist, her head up against his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

"I understand." Isabeau simply says. Dean closes his eyes, letting the tears he's been holding back, fall. One hand entanges in Isabeau's hair, keeping her head against his chest and the other hooks around her waist.

Isabeau didn't need Dean to tell her what he needed. Him and Sam just both needed her touch, her comfort, her care, everything that Isabeau is; they needed. And Isabeau would give up her entire being to help her Sam and Dean.

One Week Later

Isabeau huffs, blowing a piece of her hair out of her face. "Okay, you see that piece right there? Now what you need to do…" Isabeau points to the different parts of her car's engine, explaining each function to Eugene.

It's been a week since John's passing and the three have been staying at Bobby's until Dean can fix his impala. During that time, Sam and Dean practically stuck to her hip and the three have been sleeping in her old room. Since both brothers needed her, they fell back to the three of them sharing the same bed with Isabeau, always between the two of them.

A part of her knew that they were both mourning the passing of their father in their own ways, but something was telling her that they were still getting over almost losing her as well. They were constantly over her shoulder, asking if they could help. Their eyes were always on her, sending her worried glances. On multiple occasions she had to scold the both of them, telling them she appreciated that they were worried, but she was fine.

Horribly confused by the events of the past year, but physically she was fine. She was more worried about the boys than she was herself. Dean hasn't really talked about John's passing and she knew that Dean would talk to her more when he was ready. Sam talked about John here and there, but was a little on edge with his older brother's behavior.

Since she's been at Bobby's, multiple members of her coven have visited her as well, and many tears of joy were wept between all of them. Sam and Dean even got to meet them and the coven gave their own condolences for the boy's father.

"What does that do?" Eugene asks, pointing to another part of the engine. Isabeau leans on the car, informing Eugene.

Eugene was dropped off the day before, wanting to see his Gramps and big sister. Isabeau took that time to show Eugene the in's and out's of her own impala, since Eugene didn't know much about it. He was slowly learning with the help from her and Bobby. She was for sure that one day he was going to take over Bobby's salvage yard with how passionate he was.

Isabeau was surprised that her other brothers didn't tag along. Though when she heard that Alphonse and Dion were with Uncle C, she understood. That was a difficult phone call in itself. Surprise Uncle C! Your niece isn't dead! Let's just say, her Uncle C wants at least a week with her sometime in the future.

Isabeau smiles at her brother and Bobby comes up to them, two beers for her and Bobby and a soda for Eugene. "Thanks, Gramps!" Eugene exclaims, taking his soda happily.

Bobby ruffles Eugene's hair and hands Isabeau her beer. "Thanks…" Isabeau trails off, looking over to see Dean a ways away, underneath his impala with only his legs sticking out. It was a little more than a rusted frame and was considerably less crunched from a week ago. Other than keeping a watchful eye on Isabeau, he's been working on the impala nonstop.

Isabeau takes a sip of her beer and jumps slightly when she feels a hand rest on her hip. She sighs when she looks over and sees Sam besides her. "I swear, I think you're getting me back from all those times I scared you and Dean when we were younger."

Sam huffs out a laugh, "You're just easy to scare."

Isabeau purses her lips, "Pfft, I am not." She denies. She wasn't easy to scare, she's just been on edge lately. What with yellow-eyes and the mysterious man that brought her back to life, she felt like she had to be cautious of everything around her.

Sam juts his head toward Dean, "Come with me?"

Isabeau glances over at Bobby who nods his head at her. He would keep an eye on Eugene and keep him distracted. Isabeau nods at him.

Her and Sam walk away from the two and approach Dean, "How's the car coming along?" Sam asks.

"Slow." Dean simply says.

Sam glances at Isabeau, who just shrugs. "Yeah? Need any help?" Sam asks.

Dean drops a piece of the impala heavily to the ground, "What, you under a hood? I'll pass." Isabeau sighs, looking down at her beer. She didn't want to drink it anymore.

Sam bites his lip, "Need anything else, then?"

Dean pushes himself out from under the car and stands, glancing at his brother, "Stop it, Sam."

"Stop what?" Sam asks, confused.

Dean walks over to the table beside them that was covered in tools, "Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise." Isabeau bites her lip, not wanting to say anything. She said similar words to both of them.

Sam sighs, "All right, Dean, it's just... We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once."

Dean turns to the both of them, "You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance."

Isabeau gives Dean a look, not amused by his attitude. She knew it was his way of putting up his wall to hide his emotions.

Sam shakes his head, "Don't patronize me, Dean. Dad is dead. Isabeau almost died." Isabeau frowns at Sam. She didn't almost die, she did die.

"The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened." Sam shouts.

"What do you want me to say?" Dean asks.

"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car." Sam shouts again.

Dean nods at him, "Revenge, huh?"

"Yeah."

Dean smiles bitterly, "Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car."

Dean crouches by the car again, getting back to work.

"Well, we've got something, all right?" Sam says, pulling out a cell phone. "It's what I came out here to tell you with Isabeau. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this."

Sam hands the cell phone to Dean, who stands and takes it reluctantly, gesturing to Isabeau to come to him. Isabeau comes over and presses her ear up against the cell phone with Dean. A female's voice rings out, "John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me."

Dean pulls the phone away, giving Sam a look, handing the phone back to him.

"That message is four months old." Sam takes the phone back.

"Dad saved that chick's message for four months?" Dean asks.

"Yeah."

"Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?"

Sam shakes his head, "No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address."

Dean nods, "Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars."

"No need." Isabeau speaks up for the first time, holding up a pair of car keys with a smirk. "We're taking, Sweetheart."

Isabeau, Dean and Sam pull up to a Roadhouse Saloon in Isabeau's own impala. She had the hood down and everything, it felt good to be driving her Sweetheart.

Isabeau turns off the engine and sighs happily, "Man, it feels good to be driving her again." She comments.

Dean looks over at her from the passenger's seat, "I don't understand why you won't let me drive? Then all of us could be upfront."

Sam shakes his head from the backseat and all three step out of the car. Isabeau chuckles, "Sweetheart to me is like Baby to you, Dean. Very rarely will I ever let anyone drive her. Being one of my boyfriends doesn't give you a leg up on everyone else."

They start looking around. "Hello? Anybody here?" Isabeau calls out, looking around the side of the Roadhouse with Sam.

Dean tries to look through one of the windows, but the curtains block any sight inside. Dean turns to Sam and Isabeau, "Hey. You bring the, uh…"

"Of course." Sam says, tossing the lock picks to Dean, who catches it. Sam and Isabeau walk up to him as he picks at the lock. Dean successfully unlocks it, they open the door and go inside.

The saloon is quiet except for a fly buzzing who films right into a bug zapper. Isabeau grimaces when she hears its cries. That was disturbing. The three glance at each other as Dean hands the lock picks back to Sam.

They go to the back and see a man passed out on the bar. "Hey, buddy?" Sam calls out. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"Yeah." Dean agrees while Isabeau hums.

Sam and Dean go into a back room, looking around. Isabeau goes down the steps, then pauses as she feels the point of a gun touch her back. Isaeau closes her eyes briefly with a sigh, "Oh god, please let that be a rifle."

The gun cocks, "No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move." A female voice answers Isabeau.

Isabeau slightly raises her arms up, "Not moving, copy that. You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do…" She turns fluidly, grabbing the rifle and cocking it, "That."

Jo pauses for a moment, taking Isabeau in, before punching her in the face and takes back the rifle, aiming it at her. Jo tilts her head at Isabeau who is doubled over, clutching her nose as it bleeds. Too bad Jo had to hit such a pretty face.

"Sam! Dean! Need some help in here." She calls out. "I can't see, I can't even see." She mutters to herself.

The back door opens to reveal Sam and Dean, both hands on their heads. They enter slowly. "Sorry, Isabeau, we can't right now. We're a... little tied up." Sam says.

Dean nods his head, indicating Ellen, who is behind them with a handgun pointed at their heads.

Ellen looks back and forth between the brothers, "Sam? Dean? Winchester?" Isabeau furrows her brow at Ellen.

Sam and Dean glance at each other, unsure, "Yeah."

Ellen then glances over at Isabeau, "Isabeau Fitzgerald?" Isabeau nods slightly.

"Son of a bitch." Ellen says.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asks her mother.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." Sam and Dean look at Ellen confused. Ellen nods her head at Isabeau, "Bartholmieu and Yvette Fitzgerald's, oldest daughter."

Ellen lowers the gun, laughing, "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." Dean and Sam lower their arms when they realized they were no longer held at gunpoint.

Jo also lowers her rifle, "Hey."

Isabeau smiles at her, "You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" She wipes away at the blood on her upper lip.

The three are sitting near the bar, Isabeau sitting in between Sam and Dean. Ellen hands Isabeau a small towel filled with ice. "Here you go."

Isabeau smiles gratefully at her, taking the towel, "Thanks." Sam and Dean watch as she lightly presses the towel up against her nose. Sam rests his hand on the small of Isabeau's back as Dean turns to Ellen, "You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?"

Ellen leans against the bar, Jo sitting next to her, "Well, the demon, of course. I heard he and Bartholmieu were closing in on it." Isabeau perks up at her father's name. How did Ellen know her parents?

Dean glances at Sam and Isabeau and turns back to Ellen, "What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who, who are you? How do you know about all this?"

Ellen smiles, "Hey, I just run a saloon."

Ellen looks over at Isabeau who was staring at her. Jo even looks over at Isabeau, her eyes looking up and down Isabeau's body. "Your parents and I have been good friends for years, Isabeau. You were barely walking last time I saw you."

Isabeau slightly tensed when Ellen said she's known her parents for years… Did she really know them? Ellen smiles comfortingly when she notices Isabeau's reaction. Ellen taps her nose, "Don't worry. I know and you're safe here."

Isabeau's shoulders sag in relief. Ellen addresses the boys again, "But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once."

"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?" Dean asks.

Ellen pauses, "You'd have to ask him that."

The three say nothing and Dean brushes over her statement, "So, why exactly do we need your help?"

"Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if…" Ellen stops, realizing "He didn't send you."

Dean looks down, then back at Sam and Isabeau.

"He's all right, isn't he?" Ellen asks.

Dean bites his lip as Sam speaks for all of them, "No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess." Dean looks away, holding back his emotions. Noticing, Isabeau moves her free hand underneath the back of Dean's shirt, lightly rubbing it in circles.

"I'm so sorry." Ellen apologizes.

Dean looks back at Ellen, "It's okay. We're all right."

"Really? I know how close you and your dad were."

"Really, lady, I'm fine." Dean grits out. Isabeau pulls away the towel from her face and lightly moves her hand up Dean's back, trying to calm him down. He sighs into Isabeau's touch as Ellen gives him a look.

Sam shakes his head, "So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get." Dean glances over at his brother.

Ellen turns to Jo, "Well, we can't. But Ash will."

Isabeau furrows her brow, "Who's Ash?"

"Ash!" Ellen calls out.

The man passed out on the bar, jerks awake and sits up, flailing. "What? It closin' time?" Isabeau, Sam and Dean turn to the man.

Isabeau turns back, looking at Jo and pointing to the man, "That's Ash?"

Jo nods, "Mm-hmm. He's a genius."

A brown folder is slapped down on the bar; Sam, Isabeau and Ash are sitting, and Dean is standing behind them. Jo is on the other side of the bar pouring glasses of water.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean says looking at Ash.

Ash nods at Dean, "I like you."

"Thanks."

"Just give him a chance." Jo says.

Isabeau turns to Dean, giving him a look. Dean shakes his head at her, taking the seat on the other side of her, "All right. This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Dean smiles smugly, pushing the folder towards Ash.

Isabeau stares at Dean deadpan, hitting him on the back of his head lightly. Sam snorts into his glass of water as Dean glares at Isabeau, reaching over to smack her ass. Leave it to Isabeau to make light of any situation.

Ash pulls out the papers and starts rifling through them. He shakes his head, "Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

The three glance at each other confused, "Our dad could." Sam says.

Ash glances at the three of them, "There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects and correlations, I mean.. damn! They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun."

Isabeau purses her lips. She can be lightning, does that count?

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks.

Ash nods, "Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me... fifty one hours." He gathers up the papers and gets up to leave.

Dean smiles a little, "Hey, man?"

Ash turns around, "Yeah."

"By the way. I, uh, I dig the haircut."

Ash runs his fingers through his hair, "All business up front, party in the back." Isabeau snorts, amused by Ash, "I like him."

As he leaves, Jo walks by, locking her eyes with Isabeau. Isabeau sighs to herself, patting both Sam and Dean on their arms and then gets up to follow her. Might as well get to know another girl in the hunting gig that wasn't a member of her coven.

Dean watches Isabeau walk over to Jo. He noticed the little looks that Jo was giving Isabeau, but he trusted that Isabeau wasn't going to act upon any of it. Though it didn't stop the little monster called jealousy pool in his stomach.

Seeing Isabeau be intimate with her coven was completely fine. That was a bond that not even him or his brother can come in between. It was something that was established years before the three fell into their own relationship. But if any woman that wasn't part of Isabeau's coven was flirting and hitting on Isabeau, him and Sam couldn't help but be overprotective.

They knew deep down, Isabeau would never be with anyone that wasn't Sam and Dean or her coven, but there was always that underlying irrational fear. Isabeau could easily have someone wrapped around her fingers; she already did with Sam and Dean.

Sam sees something behind the bar. "Hey, Ellen, what is that?" Sam asks. Dean looks away from Isabeau and to what Sam was asking about.

Ellen glances over, "It's a police scanner. We keep tabs on things, we…"

"No, no, no, no, the, um, the folder." Sam interrupts her, pointing to the folder.

Ellen walks over and grabs it, "Uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But take a look, if you want." She places it in front of Sam and Dean. It has some newspaper clippings attached to the front, and on the front, in red marker: 'Couple Murdered. Child Left Alive. Medford, Wisc.'

At the window, Isabeau sits down by Jo, "How did your mom get into this stuff, anyway?" She asks, curious.

Jo smiles down at her softly, "From my dad. He was a hunter. He passed away."

Isabeau takes a breath, "I'm sorry." Pretty much every hunter that she knew that wasn't in her coven, have lost one parent or both parents. She couldn't imagine losing either one of her parents.

Jo nods at her condolence, "It was a long time ago. I was just a kid." Jo glances over a t Sam and Dean then back to Isabeau, "Sorry to hear about your friend's dad."

Isabeau bites her lip, not wanting to outright tell Jo about the three's relationship. She didn't really know Jo yet and she didn't know what her views were, "Thanks. Uh, Sam and Dean…" She then thought to herself, when did she start caring what other people thought of her?

Isabeau clears her throat, "Sam and Dean are more than friends to me."

Jo raises a brow at her, "Oh… Oh!" Jo whispers out in realization.

Isabeau presses her lips together, "Yeah. If I totally just ruined whatever chance at a friendship here, sorry."

Jo takes a seat across from her with a chuckle, "Your good. As long as you don't mind talking to a bisexual hunter?"

Isabeau smiles and chuckles, "Honey, I'm pansexual… I think we're good here." The girls share a smile. Jo looks down briefly and stares at Isabeau. Just her luck that the only female hunter around her age for miles had to be in a relationship. Even though Isabeau was in a relationship already, Jo couldn't help but feel an attraction to Isabeau. Though she'll keep that to herself.

Isabeau crosses her arms, leaning on the table, "Met any hunters that peak your interest?"

Jo chuckles. Besides Isabeau, none. Jo shakes her head, "Most hunters come through that door think they can get in my pants with some... pizza, a six pack, and side one of Zeppelin IV."

Isabeau's lip curls into a smile, "Well... what a bunch of scumbags."

Jo snorts, "So tell me, how did you meet Sam and Dean?"

Isabeau smiles softly, "Grew up together. My parents…" She trails off, "You do know what I am, right?"

Jo nods, "Mom told me. I know not to tell anyone. Most hunters won't believe that there's a supernatural being hunting down her own kind to keep people safe."

Isabeau raises a brow at Jo, "But not you?"

Jo shrugs, "I guess not." Jo trusted her mother and just meeting Isabeau, Jo knew that she was a good person.

Sam looks over his shoulder, looking back and forth at Isabeau and Jo. He could feel the same monster called jealousy just like his brother had. He takes a breath, "Isabeau, come here, check this out."

Isabeau looks over with a smile, setting Sam at ease. "Yeah." She gets up, standing in between Sam and Dean, looking down at the papers in Sam's hands.

"A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt." Sam explains.

Isabeau sighs, glancing over at Dean, not knowing if he was ready for a hunt or not. Dean shrugs his shoulders, not saying anything about it, letting Sam take the lead this time around. "Yeah. So?" She asks softly.

Sam sighs, "So, I told her we'd check it out."

The three were back in Isabeau's impala with the top of the car down to block out the rain. The night sky leaves only the car's headlights to guide the way in darkness. Isabeau drives as Sam sits in the passenger seat this time and Dean in the back.

Dean leans forward from the back, "You've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?"

"Yeah." Sam has the research open in his lap, pointing a flashlight at it, "He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually."

Isabeau glances over, "And this family was at some carnival that night?"

"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals." Sam confirms.

Isabeau bites her lip. Never once has she heard of an evil clown. Well, only ever from the 1980's movie, 'Killer Klowns from Outer Space'. That was a movie that Sam wouldn't poke with a ten foot pole. "So, how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?" She asks.

Sam looks over at her, "Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course."

Dean smiles smugly from the back seat, "Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?"

Sam glances over, "Oh, give me a break."

Dean laughs, "You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television."

Sam raises a brow at him, "Well, at least I'm not afraid of flying."

"Planes crash!" Dean defends himself.

Sam nods, "And apparently clowns kill!"

"Boys, enough." Isabeau sings out with a smile.

Dean and Sam smile at her, "Says the one who's afraid of dolls and mannequins." Dean says with a chuckle.

Isabeau's jaw drops, "Hey, that's porcelain dolls. And you are lying that you wouldn't be absolutely terrified if one of those things came to life and tried to kill you."

"You speaking from experience?" Sam asks, curious.

Isabeau bites her lip, "First year of middle school… going into a haunted house with rooms full of dolls coming to life and trying to kill you, yeah, 11 year old me was scared for life."

Dean snorts in amusement. Isabeau rolls her eyes at him, "Shut up back there. Inanimate objects that look like humans should not come to life, it's freaky!"

Isabeau waves a dismissive hand, "So these types of murders, they ever happen before?"

Sam looks back at the research, "Uh, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales."

"It's weird, though, I'm mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town." Dean speaks up.

"So how's this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?" Isabeau asks the two of them.

Dean shrugs, "Cursed object, maybe. Spirit attaches itself to something and the, uh, carnival carries it around with them."

Sam shakes his head, "Great. Paranormal scavenger hunt."

"Well, this case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job." Dean asks.

Sam glances back at him, "So?"

"It's just... not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt." Dean looks at him.

"I don't know, I just think, this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do." Sam says. Isabeau purses her lips, letting the two talk it out. John wasn't her father, it wasn't her place to say anything.

"What Dad would have wanted?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. So?"

Dean shakes his head, "Nothin'."

Isabeau's impala pulls up outside the carnival. They see what appear to be detectives talking to some carnies. "Check it out. Five-oh." Dean states.

They get out of the car, Dean and Isabeau head over to the officers to find out what was going on while Sam stands next to one of the carnival rides. Sam has his hands in his pockets as a three-foot-tall woman in a clown outfit passes him. He stares at her, nervous, and she stares back before moving on.

Dean and Isabeau approach. "Did you get her number?" Dean jokes.

Isabeau grimaces, she has nothing against clowns, so she never really understood Sam's fear of them, "I hope not. No offense, Sam, but we are not bringing that back to the bed for a night of fun."

Sam scowls at Dean before turning to Isabeau with a small smile, "Wouldn't dream of it, Beau… More murders?" He asks.

Isabeau nods, "Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them."

"Who fingered a clown." Sam says.

Dean and Isabeau pause, giving Sam a weird look.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air." Dean confirms.

"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything." Sam reminds him.

Dean nods, "Well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything."

Isabeau chuckles, "Oh, good, that's nice and... inconspicuous."

Dean sees a 'Help wanted' sign, "I guess we'll just have to blend in."

The three enter a tent as a man is throwing knives at a target; they all land near but not quite on bulls-eye. Isabeau smiles at the man, impressed.

Dean smiles as well, "Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?"

The man turns to them, "What is that, some kind of joke?" The three look at him confused.

The man pulls off his sunglasses. Isabeau's eyes widen; he was blind.

Dean shakes his head, realizing his mistake, "Oh. God, I'm, I'm sorry."

"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?" The blind man asks angrily.

Sam and Isabeau lips fidget, trying not to smile. Dean glances over at the two, "Wanna give me a little help here?" He asks quietly.

Sam shakes his head, "Not really."

"Hey Barry, is there a problem?" The three turn and see a short man asking the blind man named Barry, a question.

"Yeah, this guy hates blind people." Barry refers to Dean.

Dean chuckles, shaking his head, trying to defend himself, "No, I don't, I…"

"Hey, buddy, what's your problem?" The short man asks.

"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding."

Isabeau grimaces, turning into Sam's chest, muffling her giggles at Dean's poor choice in words. Sam bites his lips, wrapping his arms around Isabeau, finding her giggles adorable.

"Little?! You son of a bitch!" The short man yells at Dean.

Dean's eyes widen in panic, "No, no, no, no! I'm just, could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is?"

Sam laughs as Isabeau turns her head, letting her giggles out into the open air. Both of them finding the scene in front of them highly amusing.

Dean looks back and forth between Barry and the short man, begging, "Please?"