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DISCAIMER

Story now takes place directly after "Route 666". Regular Supernatural characters belong to the WB. Everyone else is mine. In this story, Gypsies are going to be conveyed in a positive light. As far as I know, I've made up the name of the circus. If the name's familiar, it's accidental. The first person to spot the reference to a past episode gets cookies.

PRESENT DAY

In a cheap, not too dumpy motel, Dean Winchester surfed the on-line information. He had been hearing rumors of a traveling haunted circus. Granted, it may just be talk, but his father had taught him to never leave a stone unturned. Hearing a moaning noise from the bed, Dean glanced over his shoulder at his brother Sam, who just muttered intelligibly and rolled over. Seeing that his brother was fine, Dean turned his attention back to the screen. Okay, let's see, strange accidents, he thought to himself, as his fingers quickly ran over the keys. He frowned as the search came up with everything but what he was looking for. Oh, great. Beautiful, he thought sarcastically. With a soft sigh, he turned to look at Sam. Part of him wanted to wake his brother up and make him search for a while. But the other part of him---the big brother part---wanted to make sure he had this chance to sleep seeing how he was currently nightmare-free. He let out another sigh, and then went back to work. A few minutes later, Dean let out a groan of frustration. Why couldn't he find anything? A soft moan told him that his brother had been woken up.

"Oh. Sorry, Sammy," Dean apologized.

"Hey, I got some sleep," Sam responded. "And it's Sam," he continued.

"Whatever," Dean said. "Did you dream about anything?" he wondered.

"Actually, I did," Sam answered.

"What'd you dream about?" Dean queried.

"Interestingly enough, lollipops and candy canes," Sam stated.

"You're kidding," Dean said. Sam shook his head. Dean let out a bark of laughter.

"Not exactly the stuff dreams are made of, but better than what you usually see," he commented.

"Can't argue with that," his brother agreed. Then, as he came over, "So...what are you lookin' up?"

"Well, I've been hearing about a traveling circus that's supposedly haunted, but I can't find anything," Dean answered.

"Want the trusty geek-boy to give it a shot?" Sam queried.

"Is that an offer?" Dean responded. Sam shot his brother a look. "Get outta the way," he continued. Dean promptly did so. A few minutes later, he grinned when Sam's results proved to be the same as his.

"Not so easy, is it, college boy?" the older man teased.

"Shut up, jerk," came the answer. Dean watched as Sam continued to search. Then, "Wait a minute. Dean, what's the name of the place?"

"I was waitin' for you to ask," Dean commented. "According to what I've heard, it's called Montgomery's Traveling Circus," he continued. Sam typed in the name along with some other key words that Dean had used.

"Dean," Sam said. Dean looked over Sam's shoulder.

"Jackpot," Dean stated.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Now, don't kill me. You'll get to see what they found out in the next chap.