Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter of A Whole New World! I'm actually supposed to be writing a paper due tomorrow, but I am taking a break to write some for fun. Plus I'm on my last page of my paper. Anyways, how are you guys? Are you guys okay? Everything going well? I'm a little overwhelmed, but otherwise I'm good. Anyways, the song of the chapter is Ladies in Their Sensitivities from Sweeny Todd. Enjoy the chapter!

Everybody's Loves a Clown Part 1

Have you ever realized how hard it is to steal a body? We had to look like we were from the funeral home and get the body. Something that is never told on Supernatural is how they get the body from the hospital, who only gives it to a funeral home or something like that. We finally got John's body though, and I'm getting to experience my first hunter funeral. I helped set up the pyre, while Sam and Dean cut the wood. The boys laid John's body on the pyre, and I was the one who set the body on fire for the boys. They were both taking it hard, so I thought I could at least do that much. We stand there for a while before any of us talk.

"Before he...before did he say anything to you two? About anything?" Sam asks.

"No. Nothing." Dean says.

"I had to use the bathroom, so he didn't say anything to me." I say. I know what John said, but I'm going to let Dean tell Sam that. After John's body as been burned, we put out the fire and decided to head to Bobby's. During the first couple of days, Sam mopes around, but he talks to me about John. He tells me all the good things he remembered of his dad. I rarely saw Dean though. He would go away somewhere, and then come back super late. When he started staying around Bobby's, he was constantly working on the Impala. I tried talking to him, but he wasn't having it. He needs time. After a week, Sam was getting fed up with his brother. I tried telling him that people mourn in their own ways, but Sam wanted Dean to open up. One day I went outside looking for Sam and found him talking to Dean who looked like he had been working on the Impala all morning. The Impala is looking better and better.

"Stop it, Sam." I hear Dean say as I walk up.

"Stop what?" Sam asks.

"Stop asking if I need anything. Stop asking if I'm okay. Why can't you be like Kate? I'm okay. Really. I promise."

"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."

"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."

"Don't patronize me, Dean. Dad is dead. 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."

"What do you want me to say?"

"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."

"Revenge, huh?"

"Yeah."

"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? I can work on the car." Dean says crouching down beside his car. I still kept my distance.

"Well, we've got something, all right?" Sam pulls out his phone. "It's what I came by here to tell you. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this." I couldn't hear what was being said, but I assume they were listening to Ellen's voicemail to John. "That message is four months old."

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

"Yeah."

"What's going on?" I ask making my presence known to the boys.

"Dad got a voicemail from this lady named Ellen." Sam says.

"Who's Ellen?"

"We don't know. Dad doesn't mention her in his journal, but I ran a trace on her phone number and go an address."

"Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars." Dean says walking back to the house. Later that day, we were off in a minivan. Man this backseat is worse than the Impala. I'll be very happy when we get the Impala back up and working. We drive for a few hours till we get to the Roadhouse. I was freaking out on the inside. This place is a legend in the show.

"This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!" Dean says as we get out of the van. I take a moment to stretch.

"It's the only car Bobby had running." Sam says. We don't say anything for a moment as we look around. "Hello? Anybody here?"

"Hey. You bring the...uh..." Dean says.

"Of course." Sam says throwing something to Dean, and we go inside. There's nobody in the bar from what we can see. We walk to the bar to find Ash! Ash! I mean he was passed out on the counter, but he's there and alive! "Hey, buddy?" Sam asks shaking Ash lightly. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"Yeah." Dean and I say. I follow Sam into the back. We look around for a bit till I feel a gun on me. Well, there's Ellen. I put my hands up.

"What're you doing here?" Ellen asks.

"Look, we're just-" The gun moves away from me when Ellen hears Sam. He puts his hands up as well.

"Sam! Kate! Need some help in here!" We hear Dean yell. Ellen motions her gun for us to go back into the main room. "I can't see. I can't even see."

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. We're a...little tied up." Sam says as we walk into the room.

"Sam? Dean? Winchester?" Ellen asks.

"Yeah." The boys say.

"Son of a bitch."

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

"I don't know the girl, but I think these are John Winchester's boys." Ellen lowers her gun giving a little laugh. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." Jo lowers her gun as well.

"I'm Kate Foster." I say holding my hand out for Ellen to shake. She does.

"Hey." Jo says as Dean smiles at her.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean asks. I roll my eyes. Ellen goes behind the bar and hands Dean a bag of ice with a towel wrapped around it.

"Here you go." Ellen says.

"Thanks. You called our dad and said you could help. Help with what?"

"Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it."

"What? Was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?"

"Hey, I just run a saloon, 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?"

"You'd have to ask him that." There was silence for a moment.

"So why exactly do we need your help?" Dean asks.

"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..." She pauses. "He didn't send you." She looks at the boys. "He's all right, isn't he?"

"No...no he isn't. It was the demon we think. It...um...it just got him before he got it, I guess." Sam says.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right." Dean says.

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

"Really, lady, I'm fine."

"So, look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get." Sam says breaking up the awkward moment.

"Well, we can't, but Ash will."

"Who's Ash?"

"Ash!" Ash suddenly sits up flailing around. Oh Ash.

"What? It closin' time?" Ash asks.

"That's Ash?" I ask surprised. Gotta keep up the act.

"Mm-hmm. He's a genius." Jo says. Ash comes over to us. Me and Sam sit on either side of Ash as Dean stands behind us. Sam puts John's folder of research in front of Ash.

"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean says.

"I like you." Ash says looking at Dean.

"Thanks."

"Just give him a chance." Jo says. Dean sits on the other side of me.

"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." Ash opens the folder and starts looking at all the papers. He shakes his head.

"Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this." Ash says.

"Our dad could." Sam says.

"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 lightening? It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" I ask.

"Yeah, with this, I think so, but it's gonna take time, uh...give me...fifty one hours." Ash says standing up with the folder.

"Hey, man?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Ash says turning back to us.

"I...uh...I dig the haircut." Ash flips his hair over his shoulder.

"All business up front. Party in the back." He says leaving. Jo comes over to Dean and starts flirting with him. They end up leaving together as me and Sam just sit at the bar and talk. That was when I noticed a folder behind the bar.

"Hey, Ellen, what is that?" I ask.

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

"No not the scanner...the folder." I say pointing at it.

"Uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine but take a look if you want." She says handing us the folder. Me and Sam look at what is in the folder and see that it's a hunt.

"Ellen, we'll take this hunt." Sam says. Ellen just nods and continuing with cleaning up. "Dean, come here, check this out." Sam yells out to Dean who was by the window with Jo.

"Yeah." Dean says coming over.

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

"Yeah. So?"

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

To Be Continued...

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