I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
"You boys and lady picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat." Mr. Cooper says as they all enter his office.
Dean looks at the available chairs; two are normal, and the other one in the middle is pink, with a giant clown face on it. He beats Sam to one of the normal chairs. Sam scowls, fidgeting. Isabeau shakes her head, taking the chair with the clown face on it so Sam wouldn't have to.
Sam smiles at her, taking the other normal seat next to her. Isabeau didn't really care about the chair, but she knew Sam would be fidgeting the entire time.
"We've got all kinds of local trouble." Mr. Cooper tells them.
"What do you mean?" Isabeau asks, crossing her legs, leaning back into the chair and placing her hands in her lap. Sam and Dean glance over at Isabeau. Even though it was a ridiculous looking chair, Isabeau looked like she owned the damn thing.
Mr. Cooper sighs, "Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever worked the circuit before?"
Sam nods, "Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas."
"Yeah." Dean confirms.
"Doing what? Ride jockeys? Butcher? A-and-S men?" Mr. Cooper asks. Mr. Cooper looks at Isabeau, "And what about you, young lady?"
Isabeau shrugs, "The boys kind of dabbled a little bit in everything. Acrobatics for me. Did gymnastics all throughout high school… almost made it to nationals."
Sam and Dean share a look. Isabeau talked about her time in gymnastics briefly. She never mentioned almost making it to nationals. They never really got to see any of her routines or just her abilities… then again in the bedroom they know how flexible she is.
Mr. Cooper nods, "So, you've performed before, but I'm guessing you two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?" Mr. Cooper addresses Sam and Dean.
Dean forces a smile, "Nope. But we really need the work. Oh, and uh, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady." Dean laughs, but stops when he sees the looks Sam and Isabeau are giving him.
"You see that picture? That's my daddy." Mr. Cooper points to the picture just beside him.
Sam nods with a smile, "You look just like him."
"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." Isabeau nods at Mr. Cooper's words.
"That's progress. I guess. 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. You, a man. Have two point five kids. Live regular." Isabeau wanted to laugh out loud at Mr. Cooper.
'Live regular'. She was lucky if she went a day without magic or some kind of supernatural creature popping out of nowhere. School was over and done with for her and she already had herself a man, two men to be exact. And children… She wants kids, and if she's lucky enough to live long enough, she'll have them.
Dean is about to say something, but Sam leans forward, eyes serious, "Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this."
Dean looks at Sam and Isabeau bites her lip. Well, Sam already made one step into not being regular, and that was dating her.
The three walk through the carnival after talking to Mr. Cooper. "Huh." Dean hums.
Sam looks over at him, "What?"
"That whole, uh, I don't want to go back to school thing. Were you just saying that to Cooper or were you, you know, saying it?" Dean asks. Sam doesn't answer right away.
Isabeau sighs, "Sam?"
"I don't know." Sam finally answers.
"You don't know? I thought that once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings that you were gonna take off, head back to Wussy State." Dean explains. Isabeau shoves her hands in her pocket. Would Sam really just leave her and go back to college? The three of them never talked about what would happen when they would finally kill the yellow-eyed demon.
Sam glances at Dean and pulls one of Isabeau's hands out from her pocket, squeezing it in his own, "I'm having second thoughts." Maybe it's time they have that talk.
"Really?" Dean asks and all three of them stop.
Sam nods, "Yeah. I think... Dad would have wanted me to stick with the job."
"Since when do you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing exactly what he didn't want, Sam." Dean asks, a little pissed.
Sam furrows his brow, "Since he died, okay? Do you have a problem with that?"
Dean stares hard at Sam before shaking his head with a forced smile, "Naw, I don't have a problem at all." Dean walks away from the two of them.
Sam and Isabeau are wearing a red "COOPER CARNIVAL" jacket and picking up trash, while surreptitiously scanning with the EMF reader.
The two walk up to a funhouse and Isabeau nudges Sam, nodding to the funhouse. He nods at her, the two of them set down the equipment and head into the funhouse.
Isabeau smiles, her hands gliding against the walls of the funhouse as Sam still scans. Memories of many Halloween come flooding back to Isabeau. There were a handful of times that she helped out the town and took part in many of their haunted hayrides and funhouses that they set up every year.
The two pass by multiple people, Sam scanning everything in his path ahead of Isabeau. "Do you really not want to go back to school?" Isabeau suddenly asks.
Sam jumps a little at her sudden question and shrugs, "I don't know. Things are different now, Beau. Dean and I are both dating you, and…"
Isabeau sighs, "Bull."
Sam turns to her surprised at her answer, "What?"
Isabeau shrugs, "You heard me. Bull. Sam, I graduated college and I still hunted. It was a pain in the ass and still a lot of work, but I did it. And… who knows. With things piling up on my end, just questions upon questions that need answering. I don't know when I'll stop hunting to get the answers I need."
Isabeau takes a breath, "Look, all I'm saying is that no matter what you or Dean decide you want to do after this thing with yellow-eyes, I'm gonna be there for the both of you. I love you both and… I don't know what I would do without either of you." Isabeau licks her lips, "I just hope the same goes for me."
Sam blinks at her, "Isabeau… I would never leave you. After seeing you die, I felt empty, like a part of me was missing. And when you came back, I was afraid that it was all a dream." Sam pauses, "I just don't want you to be running back and forth to make Dean and I happy. I want to make you happy, Isabeau."
"But, I don't want you giving up what you want for me, Sam." Isabeau tells him.
Sam furrows his brow, "You did for us. You gave up a job as an Assistant art director. That's a big deal, Isabeau."
Isabeau shakes her head, "A job is a job, Sam. There's plenty more of them out there. And what I want is you and Dean."
Sam shakes his head, "And the same is for me, Isabeau. College will always be there for me. I don't want to waste any time that I have with you because I'm scared that I could lose you again."
The two stare at each other for a long moment. Isabeau sighs, breaking the silence, "We'll talk about this more later. God knows we need to talk about this… And I need to talk to Dean as well."
Sam nods and before Isabeau could continue forward, Sam pulls her into him, hooking an arm around her waist and presses his lips against hers. Isabeau hums out in surprise, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
Isabeau hears the scream of children and slaps at Sam's arm. Sam hears the screams as well, pulling away with a smile. Isabeau shakes her head as Sam takes the lead.
Isabeau and Sam jump at a skeleton that falls from the ceiling. Sam scans it, not getting a reading, but looks like he has an idea.
Wearing a similar uniform jacket, Dean is putting trash into a dumpster when his cell phone rings. He picks up, "Hello?"
"Hey, man." Sam's voice sounds strained on the phone.
"What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown." Dean asks with a chuckle.
Sam rolls his eyes, "Very funny. Skeleton, actually." Isabeau leans against the stairs railing to the funhouse as Sam talks to Dean.
"Like a real human skeleton?" Dean asks.
"In the funhouse. Listen, I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object - what if it's attached to its own remains?" Sam suggests.
Dean starts walking towards the funhouse, "Did the bones give off EMF?"
"Well, no, but-"
"We should check it out anyway. I'm heading to you." As Dean hangs up the phone, the Blind Man, Barry, grabs his arm, causing Dean to stop and turn.
"What are you doing here, kid?" Barry asks him.
Dean stutters, "I'm... I was just sweeping."
Barry shakes his head, "Bull. And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's EMF?"
Dean stares at Barry, "Dude, your blind man hearing is out of control."
"We're a tight-knit group. We don't like outsiders. We take care of our own problems."
Dean licks his lips, "We got a problem?"
Barry scoffs, "You tell me. You're the one talking about human bones."
Dean glances around before leaning forward, "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"What?"
"My brother, my girlfriend and me... umm. We're writing a book about them." Dean lies to Barry with a smile.
Sam and Isabeau stand outside of the funhouse entrance, waiting for Dean. Having gotten away from Barry, Dean approaches Sam and Isabeau.
Isabeau raises her arms slightly, "What took you so long?"
"Long story." Dean says with a groan.
"Mommy, look at the clown!" A little girl calls out to her parents.
Isabeau, Dean and Sam both look over to see a little girl pointing at something. "What clown?" The little girl's mother asks.
They walk over and look to where the little girl is pointing, but don't see anything.
"Come on, sweetie, come on." The mother guides her daughter away.
Isabeau, Dean and Sam share a worried look.
Isabeau pulls up in a rickety, old minivan with Dean in the passenger seat and Sam in the back, stakeout outside the family's home. Sam looks around at the inside of the minivan, "I can't believe you transformed your own impala into a minivan."
Isabeau smiles to herself, proud of her work. "What can I say? Magic always comes in handy, boys. Do you want to know how many times I've transformed my Sweetheart into a different car for all the stakeouts I did with the girls? Too many times."
Before the three headed over to the family's home, she pulled out an old spell that she used to transform her car's appearance. The spell only lasted a good 24 hours on it's own, but Isabeau could change it back to her Sweetheart any time she liked. Magic was awesome when it came down to it. Though others would beg to differ.
Isabeau sighs, turning to Dean, "Though, Dean, I cannot believe you told Papasian about the homicidal phantom clown."
Dean grins at her, "I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real." Dean pulls out a gun and cocks it.
Sam grabs at it from the back, pushing Dean's hands down, "Keep that down!" He scolds him.
Dean gives him a look before continuing, "Oh, and get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what."
"What?" Sam asks.
Dean sighs, "Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager."
Isabeau smiles at Dean as Sam nods, "So you think whatever the spirit's attached to, Cooper just brought it with him?"
"Something like that." Dean shakes his head and sighs, "I can't believe we keep talking about clowns."
Later, Dean is dozing as a light goes on in the dining room. Sam and Isabeau shake him awake. "Dean." Isabeau says,pointing to the light.
Inside, the little girl goes to the front door, where the phantom clown is waiting. "Wanna come in and play?"
The clown nods, takes her hand and is led inside.
As the girl leads the clown down the hallway, Isabeau, Dean and Sam are already hiding in wait, weapons ready.
"Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs." The little girl asks the clown.
Sam leaps out and grabs the girl, who starts screaming, as Dean and Isabeau shoot the clown in the chest. It falls on its back, then gets up as Dean and Isabeau are cocking their shotguns again.
"Sam, watch out!" Isabeau shouts. The clown leaps out the window, the glass breaking, turning invisible as it runs away.
The parents come rushing out. "What's going on here? Get away from my-" The father of the little girl says.
"Oh my god, what are you doing to my daughter?!" The mother asks, Sam stepping away in fear.
"Who the hell are you? Get out! Get out of my house!" The father yells.
Isabeau, Dean and Sam leave the girl and run away terribly fast.
The little girl looks at her parents with tears in her eyes, "Mommy, Daddy, they shot my clown!"
The next morning, Isabeau, pulls over the minivan off the side of a road and jumps out.
"Beau? What are you doing?" Sam asks as him and Dean step out of the car. They watch as Isabeau plants her hands on the side of the minivan.
She looks over at them, her eyes glowing violet. "Changing this minivan back to Sweetheart." Isabeau starts chanting in latin and the brothers watch as the metal of the car bends and warps, the rusty green paint job changing to black. What once a rusty minivan was now once again her 1958 impala.
Isabeau removes her hands, cracking her fingers as her eyes stop glowing, "Plates are back to normal and nobody will be able to find even a trace of the minivan."
"You really think you had to change your car back?" Sam asks as Isabeau pulls down the top of her impala, making it roofless. The three head back into the impala, rolling down the windows and Isabeau starts the engine, "I don't wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate minivans."
She starts driving down the road, Dean in the back now and Sam in the front with Isabeau. Isabeau sighs, enjoying the fresh air as she drives, "Well, one thing's for sure." She says.
Sam looks over at her, "What's that?"
Isabeau's fingers tap against the wheel, "We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid."
"Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?" Sam suggests.
Dean scoffs, "Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kicks? Did it say anything in Dad's journal?"
Sam shakes his head, "Nope." Sam clears his throat, pulls out his cell phone.
Dean stares at his brother, "Who are you calling?"
Sam glances at Dean, "Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash'll know something. Hey, you think, uh, you think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?"
Dean purses his lips, "No way."
"Then why didn't he tell us about her?"
Dean shrugs, "I don't know, maybe they had some sort of falling out."
Sam looks down at his phone, "Yeah. You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?"
Dean nods casually as Sam lowers the phone, "Well, don't get all maudlin on me, man." Isabeau huffs, here we go. Brother bickering time.
"What do you mean?"
Sam raises his voice, "I mean this "strong silent" thing of yours. It's crap, I'm over it."
"Oh, god." Dean groans.
"This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man." Sam says.
Dean scowls, "You know what, back off, all right? Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you want me to."
Sam shakes his head, "No, no, no, that's not what this is about, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it, man. Listen, I'm your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you're okay."
Dean raises his voice, "Dude, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!"
Isabeau's jaw ticks, as she hears the two fight. Sam stares at Dean, "What are you talking about?"
"I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, oh, what would Dad want me to do? Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I'm sorry Sam, but you can't, it's too little, too late." Dean scolds him.
"Why are you saying this to me?" Sam asks.
Dean shouts, "Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this. I'm dealing with Dad's death! Are you?"
Sam swallows, upset.
Isabeau hits the brakes, causing the impala to come to a screeching halt. Sam and Dean stare at Isabeau in shock as she parks the impala on the side of the road and shuts off the engine. Isabeau huffs, turning to the both of them, "Big talk… all of us when we get back to Gramps."
Dean sighs, "Sweetheart-"
"Don't you 'sweetheart' me, Dean." Isabeau glares at him. Dean swallows, suddenly feeling very small under Isabeau's gaze.
"I love you both, and you two are going to tear each other apart before we even get close to figuring out what the hell we're hunting. So, you two better nut up or shut up until we get back to Gramps. Do I make myself clear?" Isabeau asks, raising a brow, daring either one of her boyfriends to argue against her.
Sam licks his lips, nodding and Dean does the same.
Isabeau sighs, running her fingers through her hair, "I'm going to call Ellen." She jumps out of the impala, taking the keys with her and walking a little ways away from them, dialing Ellen's number on her phone.
Hanging up her phone, Isabeau walks back to her impala, hopping in and starting up the engine. "Rakshasa." She simply states, pulling back onto the road and continuing their drive.
Dean leans forward, "What's that?"
Isabeau shrugs, "Ellen's best guess. 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."
"So they dress up like clowns, and the children invite 'em in." Sam concludes.
"Yeah."
"Why don't they just munch on the kids?" Dean asks.
Isabeau's knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel, "No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?" She growls out.
Dean stares at Isabeau, knowing kids were always a touchy subject for Isabeau, "What else'd you find out?"
"Well, apparently, Rakshasa's live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects." Isabeau says. That was a plus for her. If she could hear the insects, they could easily find out who the Rakshasa is.
"Nice." Dean comments.
Isabeau nods, "Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess."
Sam nods, "Well, that makes sense. I mean, the Carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81."
"Right. Probably more before that."
"Hey Sam, who do we know that worked both shows?" Dean asks Sam, looking at him.
"Cooper?" Sam guesses.
"Cooper." Dean confirms.
Sam scoffs, "You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him."
"You think maybe it was him?" Dean asks.
Sam shrugs, "Well, who knows how old he is?"
Dean looks back at Isabeau, "Ellen say how to kill him?"
Isabeau rubs her face, "Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass."
Dean thinks for a second, "I think I know where to get one of those."
Sam slightly smiles, "Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're going to want to make damn sure it's him."
"Oh, you're such a stickler for details, Sammy." The brothers smile at each other.
Isabeau smiles, happy that the two are getting along. "All right, Dean will round up the blade, Sam and I will go check if Cooper's got bedbugs."
Dean smiles at Isabeau, moving and leaning over to kiss Isabeau on the neck. Isabeau lightly wacks him in the head, "Hey! No kissing the driver! That is my rule when it comes to driving Sweetheart."
They head back to the carnival at night, Sam picks the lock on Cooper's trailer with Isabeau standing behind him and the two go inside.
In Cooper's trailer, Sam pulls out a pocket knife and starts slicing open the mattress. A shotgun cocks behind them. Isabeau turns in fear as Cooper is there, pointing the gun at them, "What do you think you're doing?"
Isabeau grimaces, "Sorry." Her eyes glow violet and she says something in latin. Mr. Cooper's eyes flutter closed and he falls to the ground unconscious.
Sam looks at Isabeau in surprise, "That's new."
Isabeau turns to him with a shrug, eyes back to normal, "Only use it when needed. I don't like using it. Simple spell really. He won't remember us coming in here." She shakes her head, "Come on. I don't think Mr. Cooper is the Rakshasa."
"Beau, we haven't even checked-"
Isabeau taps her ears, "I understand insects, remember? If they were in here, I would hear them."
Dean struggles with the door in Barry's trailer, trying to get out. A knife flies past his head to bury in the door. He jumps and another lands with a thunk a little higher.
"All right!" Dean shouts, managing to get the door open and books it out of there, tumbling. Outside, Sam and Isabeau see him.
"Hey!" Sam calls out.
Dean skids to a stop, tuning to them, "Hey."
Isabeau chuckles nervously, "So, it's not Cooper. No insects talking to me and I might have knocked him unconscious."
Dean gives her a look, "Unconscious?"
Isabeau shrugs innocently, "With a spell. He won't even remember a thing."
Dean nods, "It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere." He tells the both of them.
"Well, did you get the -" Sam starts to ask.
"The brass blades? No. No, it's just been one of those days." Dean says.
Isabeau tilts her head, "I got an idea. Come on."
They enter the funhouse and as they go through, a door slams between Sam and Isabeau, and Dean. "Sam! Isabeau!" Dean shouts.
The three struggle to open the door. "Dean! Dean, find the maze, okay?" Sam tells him. Sam and Isabeau glance at each other, walking away from the door and going to find the organ that they came across when scanning the funhouse.
The two find the pipe organ, which is giving off steam. Sam grabs for one of the pipes, but it's too hot, "Gah!" Sam grunts, flinching from the heat.
Isabeau pushes him back and easily touches the pipe, the heat not affecting her at all. Sam chuckles, "Heat doesn't affect you."
Isabeau smiles and starts pulling off a pipe, "Stretch, I could be thrown into a pit of fire and I come out fine. This is nothing."
Dean comes around the corner, "Hey." He says when he walks up to Sam and Isabeau.
"Hey! Where is it?" Isabeau asks him, still pulling at the pipe.
"I don't know, I mean, shouldn't we see its clothes walking around?" A knife flies past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall.
"Dean!" Sam calls out, going to help his brother, but is stopped as another knife pins Sam's wrist to the wall beside Dean.
The brothers struggle to get the knives out. They were lodged into the wall fairly deep. "Isabeau!" They call out in unison.
Isabeau groans, they just had to talk together in the middle of danger. Again, she likes that too much. She pulls the pipe all the way off and stalks forward slowly. A knife flies toward her head and with a flick of her wrist, it flies in the opposite direction, away from her, Sam and Dean.
"Guys, where is it?" Isabeau asks, hoping the two of them have seen it.
"I don't know!" Dean shouts. Sam glances over, noticing a lever. He reaches up and pulls it, making more steam pour from the pipe organ, giving a vague shape to the invisible attacker, which Dean sees, "Isabeau, behind you! Behind you!"
Isabeau stabs the pipe behind her without looking. She turns and sees it buried in the still-invisible creature, blood pouring from the wound.
Dean and Sam manage to free themselves and they look to where it's fallen and see only empty clothes and a bloody pipe.
"I hate funhouses." Dean groans.
Dean, Isabeau and Sam are sitting at the bar and Ellen lays down a couple of beers, "You guys did a hell of a job." Ellen nods at Isabeau and then looks at Sam and Dean, "Your dad would be proud."
"Thanks." Sam says.
Jo comes up behind Isabeau and whispers something in her ear. Isabeau smiles and gives her a nod. Sam and Dean share a look at the girls interaction. Isabeau chuckles as Jo walks away, "I'll be right back, boys."
She leans in, placing a comforting kiss on their lips, careful not to let any of the other patrons see and walks away from the two of them and over to Jo.
Sam and Dean watch as Isabeau takes a seat at a table with Jo, something new pooling in their stomachs again. "Why is it that whenever Isabeau is intimate with her… coven." Sam whispers the last part, "We're fine with it, but when it comes to other men and women, I feel over protective."
Dean takes a sip of his beer, "We love her, that's why." He wants to say that he's scared of losing her. They almost lost her a week back and this was really the first time since then that they've let her be so far from them. Even if it was a few tables away.
Sam nods, "She's the same with us. The fire burns in her eyes when something happens. She worries all the time." Sam snorts, thinking back to earlier, "Puts us in our place."
Dean chuckles, "Can't deny that."
Over at the table where Jo and Isabeau are sitting, Isabeau hands Jo her cell phone, "Seriously, if you ever just want to talk about anything or, you know, girl time or whatever."
Jo chuckles, putting in her number, "So, I guess that means I'll be seeing you again?"
Isabeau shrugs, "Who knows, I'm a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma… you never know with me."
Jo hands back Isabeau's cell phone, leaning forward, "Maybe I want to solve that riddle."
Isabeau chuckles at Jo, "You are a brave one, Jo. I'll tell you that. Most would end up running away at the challenge." Hell, Isabeau was afraid of whatever mysteries that remained elusive to her.
Jo smiles at Isabeau. She knew she was digging a deeper hole for herself to climb out of, "I like a challenge."
Isabeau's head turns as she hears the back door open and Ash enters, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop. Isabeau turns to Jo, "I gotta-"
Jo nods, understanding. Isabeau smiles, getting up and walks over to Sam and Dean, sitting back down in between them.
"Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya." Ash asks the three of them.
"We were working a job, Ash. Clowns?" Sam says with a smile.
Ash furrows his brow, "Clowns? What the-"
"Fuck?" Isabeau finishes for him, "Yeah. You got something for us, Ash?"
Ash sets the laptop down on a table. It looks homemade, with exposed wiring. "Did you find the demon?" Sam asks.
Ash shakes his head, "It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie."
"What do you mean?"
Ash glances at all of them, turning his laptop, "I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world, my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm."
Dean's eyes widen at his set up and reaches for the laptop, "Do you mind…"
Ash gives him a look and Dean pulls his hand back from the keyboard, "Yeah."
"What's up, man?" Ash dares Dean to touch his laptop again.
Sam smiles, "Ash, where did you learn to do all this?"
"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting."
Isabeau smiles in awe, "M.I.T. Holy shit."
Ash smiles at her and tips his imaginary hat to her, "Thank you."
"Okay. Give us a call as soon as you know something?" Dean asks.
"Si, si, compadre."
Dean takes another sip of his beer, then sets it down. Ash picks it up and drinks it as Dean, Isabeau and Sam head for the door.
Ellen watches them, "Hey, listen-" The three turn to her at the door. "If you guys need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back."
Dean smiles politely at her, "Thanks, but no. There's something I gotta finish."
Ellen nods with a smile, "Okay."
Isabeau gives the three a two fingered salute, following Sam and Dean.
Dean is working on the impala again, and Sam is pacing nearby. Isabeau was off somewhere else, no doubt spending some time with Eugene before he leaves in a couple of days. Sam takes a breath, "You were right."
Dean gets up walking past him, "About what?"
"About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it's too little. It's too late." Sam's lips tremble.
Sam takes another breath, "I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not alright... Not at all." He says with ears in his eyes, "But neither are you. That much I know."
He pauses, "I'll let you get back to work." And with that Sam leaves.
Dean is still for a moment watching Sam leave. A crowbar comes into his peripheral vision and he looks over to see who's holding it. Isabeau looks up at him, holding out the crowbar to Dean, "Let it out, Dean."
Dean stares at her and takes the crowbar from her hands and she backs away, knowing to keep her distance.
For a second Dean pauses, but then smashes the window of a nearby car. He then starts slamming it into the trunk of his own car, over and over, making a hole. Isabeau watches on, not stopping Dean from damaging the impala. She knew that Dean could fix it and make it seem like it never happened.
The crowbar clatters to the ground, Dean breathing heavily and looks after where Sam has gone, lip trembling.
Isabeau raises her hand and with a curl of her finger, the crowbar flies into her hand and in a fluid motion, she smashes one of the car windows next to her. Dean turns his head to Isabeau, watching as she steps onto the car and continues smashing in the windows.
Dean wasn't the only one with pent up anger. Isabeau was frustrated, no one could give her answers to anything and things were leading nowhere.
Isabeau breathes heavily as she stares down at her work. Plus, every once in a while, it felt good just to break something.
I am so sorry for being gone for a whole week. Things have been a little crazy and my brain was like not wanting to work with me when writing this episode. I think it was because I wanted it to be good and my brain was just fried and what was coming out was absolute gibberish. Plus, I took the week to dive into the Supernatural Anime series and it's interesting... I like it and think it's just weird because Jensen doesn't voice Dean until the last two episodes which I find odd?
Next chapter will be an original, it'll be that 'talk' that Isabeau wanted because she wants to straighten out a few things with Sam and Dean. Nothing bad just some reassurance for both ends of the relationship after everything that has happened. Plus some domestic fluff mixed in. I'll be posting that along with 'Bloodlust' so you guys have more to read.
Hope you all enjoyed!