SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
Lisa b green: Thanks. Sorry. I didn't know I was usin' your name. Kinda trippy.
Windyfontaine: Thanks. You'll see. Soon enough for you?
Nate and Jake: Don't worry about it. Thanks. Hope this is soon enough.
Tanya: Yes he is. Yeah, it kinda was. It's part of my idea. You'll see why. I'm glad you're intrigued. I will.
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Supernatural belongs to the WB. Anything you don't recognize is mine.
Sam and Dean stared at Jerry.
"Was Lisa your sister?" Dean asked.
"My girlfriend," Jerry responded, sinking to a sitting position. "We never should've snuck in. She didn't even want to," he continued. Something wet touched his eyelids and he blinked, trying not to show emotion. Sam knelt in front of him so that they were facing.
"What happened to Lisa was not your fault," he stated. "Believe me, I know how easy it is to just blame yourself for something you had no control over," he added.
"I just wish I---" Jerry's voice trailed off.
"I know. Believe me, I know," Sam said. A picture of Jessica burning flashed through his mind but he drove it away.
"Jerry, why don't you go on home?" one of the officers suggested.
"Right," Jerry agreed. As the man was led away, Dean jerked his head, indicating that Sam was to follow. The younger Winchester did so.
"So, what do you want to?" Sam asked.
"I think we need to read up on this good carnival," Dean stated.
"But we don't even know the name of this place," Sam protested.
"Sure we do. Carnival of Intrigue," Dean replied.
"How do you know that?" Sam wondered. Dean merely pointed above their heads. Sam looked up. Sure enough, on a wooden board painted in creepy letters were the words Carnival of Intrigue.
"Oh," Sam said. Dean chuckled.
"Shut up," Sam growled. They got into Dean's Chevy Impala and drove back to their hotel. Once there, Dean logged onto his lap top and began a search.
"So, what are exactly are you looking for?" Sam wondered.
"The way these people died. It's almost like there's a reason. I'm looking to see if there was a carnival worker who died nasty," Dean responded.
"But what if there's no history? What if some spirit just decided to take up residence in the Hall of Mirrors for no apparent reason?" Sam asked.
"That's a good point, but this time totally wrong, little brother," Dean stated.
"You found something?" Sam queried, coming to look over his brother's shoulder.
"Yeah. Back in the late 1900s, a man named Arthur Buckuss worked at Carnival of Intrigue. According to this, he was extremely shy and a target of practical jokes by the other workers," Dean reported.
"Buckuss was lured into the Hall of Mirrors, where two co-workers locked him in with two rats," Sam read, picking up the story.
"And from what this says, our boy Arthur was afraid of rats. Deathly afraid," Dean mused.
"So he's doing what was done to him. Scaring people to death," Sam realized.
"Heck of a payback," Dean said dryly.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The story on the carnival is just my imagination. As far as I know, there's nothing like what I wrote out there. If there is, tell me and I'll check it out. And I'm not sure when newspapers actually came out, so I'm taking some liberties here.