Hello my lovely's (have no idea why I typed that) sorry it's been a while, had drama exam to rehearse for. Anyways, just started watching season 7, OMFG! That's all I say (and I have so many ideas for what to do with Amelie) in other news, im gonna meet Misha (I hope) and Mark (LUCIFER), also getting Supernatural tops and Jim Beaver replied to me on Facebook. Heck YEAH! Also Thomas Colton Padalecki I have decided this whole fanfiction is dedicated to you!
The whole of Supernatural familyfandom loves ya!
Anyway on with the story…..
Here's…(JOHNY!) Everybody loves a clown and (part of) bloodlust (just imagine the bits before with Amelie XD) Oh yeah Please review!
Everybody Loves a Clown
Hours after John Winchester died:
Amelie, Sam and Dean were standing by a pyre, it was the only light near them and burning was the body of John Winchester, he was covered in a white blanket.
Amelie was sobbing and holding Dean and Sam's hands tightly. Sam was near tears and fidgeting whilst Dean was just staring at the fire silently.
'Did he … did he say anything about me before he died?' Sam asked, turning to look at Dean.
'No, nothing' Dean replied but didn't look at Sam.
In Bobby's Scrapyard:
Dean was underneath the Impala and Amelie on her knees ready to give Dean any tool he need, and was resisting the urge to get on top of him to see his reaction.
So she was grateful when Sam came over, beers in his one hand. He handed one to Amelie who stood up.
'How's the car coming along?' Sam asked.
'Slow' Dean replied.
'Need any help?'
'What, you under a hood? I'll pass' Dean replied.
'Need anything else then?'
'Stop it'
'Stop what?'
'Stop asking if I need anything; stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay, really. I promise' Dean replied.
Sam and Amelie both sighed.
'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' Sam said making Dean pull out from under the Impala.
He stood up and said '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'.
Sam groaned 'don't patronise 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?' Dean retorted.
'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 shouted.
'Revenge, huh?'
'Yeah' Sam quietly said.
'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!' Amelie shouted making him look at her, he hadn't looked at her properly since the hospital, and that was about 2 weeks ago.
He looked at her feet first, she was in her usual black combat boots; practical and sexy. Her legs were bare and she was in a pair of shorts, her tank top was a light khaki colour and her hair was tied back. Her face though looked haggard, like she hadn't got any sleep for a year; her eyes had bags under them and were glistening, though he knew she would never cry.
But what worried him the most was that, although her tone of voice was angry her face was calm. And that worried the hell out of him.
'What?' he asked.
'Sam's been trying to tell you that he's got something all right?'
Sam pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Dean.
'It's one of Dad's old phones, took me a while but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this'.
A tinny voice sounded from the phone 'John, its Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, yeah you have her and she's great but I can help you too. Look, oh whatever just call me'.
The message ended with a beep.
Sam looked at Dean 'the message is four months old'.
'Dad saved that chick's message for four months?'
'Yeah'
'Well, who's Ellen? And who do you think is the 'she' that Ellen was talking about? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?' Dean asked.
'No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address'
'Crap' Amelie muttered.
'What?' Sam and Dean both said.
'Nothing, I just said we should ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars'.
Outside the Roadhouse Saloon:
In a beat-up, poorly maintained minivan Amelie pulled up and looked at Dean and Sam who were in the back seat. Dean was moaning that he was being squished by a giant Sasquatch.
'This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!' he moaned.
Amelie smirked and got out of the minivan, 'stop moaning Dean it's the only car that Bobby had running' Amelie paused to survey the area 'hello? Anybody here?'
'Hey' Dean turned to Sam 'you bring the, uh,'
'Of course' Sam replied and tossed them over to Amelie and Dean. Sam opened the door and him and Dean went in first, Amelie covering them.
The saloon was quiet, well except for a fly buzzing near a light. Soon after the light bulb blew out. They looked over at the bar and saw a man passed out on it.
'I'm guessing that's not Ellen' Sam said.
'Yeah' Dean replied.
Sam looked around a room in the back. Dean went back down some steps he looked over at Amelie who's eyes were wide with alarm. Before he had time to react he felt the point of a gun touch his back.
'Oh god, please let that be a rifle' Dean said and was answered with the cock of a gun.
The owner of the gun said 'no, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move'.
'Not moving, copy that' Dean paused '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….' Dean quickly turned around and grabbed the rifle, cocked it and said 'that'.
The dark haired early to mid-40's woman punched Dean in the face and took back her rifle. Dean doubled over clutching his nose.
'Sam! Amelie! Need some help here' Dean said, before muttering 'I can't see, I can't even see'.
Sam came back through the back door with his gun, cocking it as he ran into the room.
'You aim your gun at me I'll kill him stone dead' the woman said.
Sam immediately put his gun on the floor, after he noted the seriousness of the woman's voice.
'I take it, you two are Sam and Dean Winchester?' the woman said not releasing her aim on Dean.
'Yeah' the boys replied.
'Son of a bitch' the woman said before looking over at Amelie.
'Well look what the cat dragged in, Amelie Collins'
'Hello to you too Ellen' Amelie smiled and walked over to Ellen, embracing her in a hug.
When they finished Ellen slapped Amelie.
'Hey! What was that for?' Dean said, insulted and angry that this Ellen person just slapped his girlfriend.
'It's ok Deanie, Ellen's just pissed that I haven't called her in a while'.
'So, your Ellen then?' Sam said.
Ellen nodded.
'You're not gonna hit me again are you?'
Ellen smiled before handing Amelie a small towel filled with ice, 'here you go'.
'Thanks. You called our John, said you could help. Help with what?'
'Well, the demon of course. Heard they were closing in on it' Ellen replied.
'They?'
'Your dad and Amelie' Ellen replied.
'Well it would be you wouldn't it' Dean smirked at Amelie who replied in a sweetly sick voice 'aw honey, you getting annoyed come here maybe we can cry, hug maybe even slow dance'.
'Ok,ok, I get ya, you have your reasons, but Ellen, how do you know about all this, I mean was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed?'
'Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again, including your dad and Amelie, that was a long time ago now though. John was like family once'.
'Oh yeah? Well how come he never mentioned you before?'
'You'd have to ask him that' Ellen replied.
'So why exactly do we need your help?' Dean said, ignoring Amelie's glare.
'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 stopped before realising 'he didn't send you'.
Dean, Sam and Amelie all exchanged glances.
'He's all right isn't he?' Ellen asked, concern lacing her voice.
'No, no he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess' Sam said.
'I'm so sorry' Ellen said.
'It's okay, we're all right'.
Ellen and Amelie exchanged looks which said he's a typical Winchester, likes to bottle up his feelings.
'Really? I know how close you and your dad were' Ellen said, eyebrows raised.
'Really lady, I'm fine' Dean said.
'Dean' Amelie warned.
'So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get' Sam said, before Amelie could throttle Dean.
'Well I can't, but Ash will'.
'Ash is still here?' Amelie exclaimed.
Ellen smiled 'yep, hold on. ASH!'
The man who was passed out on the bar jerked awake and sat up, flailing around knocking several items off the bar table.
'What? It closin' time?'
'Ash!' Amelie said and ran over to him, hugging him.
'Hey, Amelie, 'aint seen you 'round for years, still look hot too'.
'That's Ash' Sam asked incredulously.
'Mm-hmm. He's a genius'.
10 minutes later:
A brown folder was slapped down on the bar; Sam and Ash were sitting, Dean and Amelie were stood behind them. Ellen was 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 said.
'I like you' Ash said.
'Thanks' Dean replied.
'Just give him a chance' Ellen said coming back over with the water.
Dean sat down and opened the folder.
'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 pulled out the papers and started rifling through them. He then shook his head.
'Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this'.
'Our dad could' Sam defended.
'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?'
'Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me... fifty one hours'.
Ash got up to leave.
'Hey, man?' Dean called out making Ash pause.
'Yeah'.
'I, uh, I dig the haircut'.
'All business up front, party in the back'.
As he left, Amelie stood behind Dean and kissed his temple, 'thank you'
'For what?' Dean murmured, aware of the proximity of Amelie and the fact that her breath was tickling his ear.
'For being great with Ash, he's a good friend, not everybody gets him though'.
Sam stood up and walked over to Ellen who was at the bar. 'Hey, Ellen, what is that?'
'It's a police scanner. We keep tabs on things, we...'
'No, no, no, no, the, um, the folder'.
'Uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But take a look, if you want'.
Ellen took a folder from the wall and placed it in front of Sam. It had some newspaper clippings attached to the front, and on the front, in a red marker:
COUPLE MURDERED
CHILD LEFT ALIVE
MEDFORD, WISC.
At the window:
Dean and Amelie were looking out.
'How did Ellen get into this stuff, anyway?'
'From her husband. He was a hunter. He passed away'.
'Oh'.
'It was a long time ago'.
'Yeah. So. I guess I've got fifty one hours to waste. Maybe tonight we should, uh...'
Amelie smiled and got up from her seat and sat on Dean, facing him, 'maybe we should'.
Dean placed one hand on Amelie's hip, the other on her back.
They were both about to lean in for a kiss when Sam called out 'Amelie,Dean, come here, check this out'.
Dean and Amelie groaned 'yeah'.
'A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt'.
'Yeah. So?' Dean said.
'So, I told her we'd check it out'.
On the Highway to Wisconsin:
Back in the minivan, Dean and Sam were up front and Amelie was in the back, complaining that she had every reason to hide the fact that she knew who Ellen was.
Dean trying to deviate from the inevitable argument said 'oh you've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?'
'Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually' Amelie said.
'And this family was at some carnival that night?'
'Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals'.
'So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?'
'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'.
'Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?' Dean smirked.
'Oh, give me a break' Sam sighed.
Dean laughed, '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'.
'Well, at least I'm not afraid of flying'.
'Planes crash!'
'And apparently clowns kill!'
Amelie groaned those boys will be the death of me, and that will be some achievement.
'So these types of murders, they ever happen before?' she said in the hopes to stop the 'bitch' 'jerk' argument from resurfacing.
'Uh, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales' Sam answered.
'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 said.
'So how's this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?' Sam asked.
'Cursed object, maybe. Spirit attaches itself to something and the, uh, carnival carries it around with them' Amelie suggested.
'Great. Paranormal scavenger hunt' Sam groaned.
'Well, this case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job'.
'So?'
'It's just... not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt'.
'I don't know, I just think, this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do'.
'What Dad would have wanted?'
'Yeah. So?
Dean and Amelie exchanged a look and Dean said 'nothin'.'
At the Carnival:
The squeaky minivan pulled up outside the carnival. They all saw what appeared to be detectives talking to some carnies.
'Check it out. Five-oh' Amelie said, bemused.
Sam was standing with his hands in his pockets as a three-foot-tall woman in a clown outfit passed him. He stared up at her, nervous, and she stared back before moving on.
Amelie held onto his hand.
'Did you get her number?' Dean said as he came over. Sam scowled at Dean before asking 'more murders?'
'Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them'.
'Who fingered a clown'.
Dean paused, and gave Sam a you absolute freakazoid look.
'What?' Sam asked.
'Yeah, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air'.
'Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything' Amelie said.
'Well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything' Dean replied .
'Oh, good, that's nice and... inconspicuous' Sam smirked.
Dean looked to his left and saw a "Help wanted... S. Cooper" sign.
'I guess we'll just have to blend in' Amelie said.
In the Blind Man's Tent:
A man was throwing knives at a target; they all landed near but not quite on bulls-eye.
'Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?' Dean asked.
'What is that, some kind of joke?' the man asked before proceeding to pull of his sunglasses showing that he is in fact blind.
'Oh. God, I'm, I'm sorry' Dean back-tracked.
'You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?' the blind man said.
Dean turned and whispered quietly, to Sam and Amelie 'you guys wanna give me a little help here?'
They both smirked and replied 'no not really'.
Just then a man walked into the tent 'hey man, is there a problem?'
Dean turned, and looked down to see an extremely short man in a red cape.
'Yeah, this guy hates blind people' the blind man said.
'No, I don't, I...' Dean stuttered.
'Hey buddy, what's your problem?' the short man said.
'Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding' Dean said.
Amelie and Sam were now struggling not to laugh especially when Dean shot them a death glare.
'Little? You son of a bitch!' the short man said.
'No, no, no, no! I'm just, could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is?'
Sam and Amelie laughed.
'Please?' Dean said.
In Mr Cooper's office:
'You guys picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat' Mr Cooper said.
Dean looked at the available chairs: there were only two; one was normal, the other was pink, with a giant clownface on it. He beat Sam to the normal chair. Sam scowled, and looked at Amelie who had a smirk on her face hah! I know that look, hehe I'm not gonna even feel sorry for Dean. Sam fidgeted before sitting gingerly in the clown chair and thinking sitting in this chair isn't that bad considering Dean's punishment. Amelie looked at Dean and sat down on his lap.
Dean involuntarily moaned especially when Amelie shifted her position, forcing him to wrap her arms around her waist.
'I hate you' he whispered into her ear.
'We've got all kinds of local trouble' Mr Cooper said, oblivious to Dean's current predicament.
'What do you mean?' Sam asked.
'Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you two ever worked the circuit before?' Mr Cooper said.
'Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas'.
'Yeah' Amelie said.
'Doing what? Ride jockies? Butcher? ANS men? Acorbats?' Mr Cooper asked.
'Yeah, it's, uh, little bit of everything, I guess'.
'You three have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?'
'Nope. But we really need the work. Oh, and uh, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady' Dean said.
'I have' Amelie said, 'Summer of '02'.
'You have?' Sam and Dean said simultaneously.
'Well that's good, what did you do… uh?'
'Amelie, and I was a trapeze artist'
'Well we'll see if we can't get you on the trapeze today, haven't had a decent trapeze artist for a while, you see that picture? That's my daddy' Mr Cooper said.
'You look just like him' Sam said.
'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. 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 girl in your case Sam. Have two point five kids. Live regular'.
Dean was about to say something, but Sam leant forward, his eyes serious.
'Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this' Sam said.
Dean and Amelie looked at Sam.
At the Carnival:
'Huh' Dean said.
'What?' Sam said.
'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? Sam?'
'I don't know'.
'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'.
'I'm having second thoughts'.
'Really?'
'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'.
'Since he died, okay? Do you have a problem with that?'
'Naw, I don't have a problem at all'.
Later on:
Sam was wearing a red "COOPER CARNIVAL" jacket and picked up some trash, whilst surreptitiously scanning with the EMF reader. He went into the funhouse, still scanning. A skeleton fell from the ceiling; Sam scanned it, not getting a reading, but looked like he had an idea.
Outside the Carnival:
Wearing a similar uniform jacket, Dean was putting trash into a dumpster when his cell phone rang. He picked it up.
'Hello?'
A tinny voice of Sam could be heard over the too loud volume of Dean's cell.
'Hey, man'.
'What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown'.
'Very funny. Skeleton, actually'.
'Like a real human skeleton?'
'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?
'Did the bones give off EMF?'
'Well, no, but... '
'We should check it out anyway. I'm heading to you'.
As he hung up the phone, the blind man grabbed his arm.
'What are you doing here, kid?' the blind man asked.
'I'm... I was just sweeping' Dean said.
'Bull. And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's EMF?' the man said.
'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'.
'We got a problem?'
'You tell me, you're the one talking about human bones'.
'Do you believe in ghosts?'
'What?'
'My brother, girlfriend and me... we're writing a book about them.
Near the Funhouse:
Having gotten away from blind guy, Dean approached Sam, who was talking to Amelie.
Dean took a look at Amelie, she was in a pair of black shorts and a red tight top.
Dean wolf whistled at her.
'What took you so long?' Amelie smirked.
'Long story'.
A little girl near to them exclaimed suddenly 'mommy, look at the clown!'
Dean, Sam and Amelie both looked over to see a little girl pointing at something.
'What clown?' the mom said.
They looked to where the little girl was pointing; there was nothing there.
'Come on, sweetie, come on' the mom said.
Dean, Sam and Amelie shared a look.
Outside the little girl's home:
Dean, Sam and Amelie were on stakeout outside the family's home.
'Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown' Amelie said.
'I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown, I never said it was real' Dean protested.
Dean pulled a gun and cocked it. Sam grabbed at it, and pushing Dean's hands down.
'What?' Dean protested.
'Keep that down!' Amelie chastised.
'Oh, and get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what' Dean said, ignoring Amelie.
'What?'
'Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager'.
'So you think whatever the spirit's attached to, Cooper just brought it with him?'
'Something like that. I can't believe we keep talking about clowns' Dean said.
30 minutes later:
Amelie had her head on Dean's chest and Dean had his head rested on her's they were both dozing as a light came on in the dining room. Sam shook them both awake.
Inside the house:
The little girl went to the front door, where the phantom clown was waiting.
'Wanna come in and play?' the girl asked the clown.
The clown nodded, took her hand and is allowed himself to be led inside.
As the girl led the clown down the hallway, Dean and Sam were already hiding in wait, weapons ready.
'Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs' the girl asked the clown.
Sam leapt out and grabbed the girl, who started screaming, as Dean shoots the clown in the chest. It falls on its back, then got up as Dean cocked the shotgun again. It leapt out the window, and turned invisible as it ran away. The parents came rushing out of their bedroom.
'What's going on out here?' the dad asked.
'Oh my god, what are you doing to my daughter?' the mom exclaimed.
Dean and Sam left the girl and ran away, through the broken window terribly fast.
'He shot my clown!' the girl sobbed.
On the backroads:
Dean, Amelie and Sam have parked the minivan off the side of a road and were digging out their belongings - including new license plates.
'You really think they saw our plates?' Sam asked 'I mean Amelie did get us away quickly'
'I don't want to take the chance. Besides, I hate this friggin' thing anyway'.
They started walking down the road.
'Well, one thing's for sure' Dean said.
'What's that?' Amelie asked.
'We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid' Dean said.
'Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?' Sam said.
'Yeah, and dresses up as a clown for kicks? You see anything in Dad's journal?'
'Nope'.
Amelie pulled out her cell.
'Who are you calling?' Dean asked.
'Ellen, maybe Ash will of heard of something'.
'Ok. Hey, you think, uh, you think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?' Dean said.
Amelie shook her head and Sam said 'no way'.
'Then why didn't he tell us about her?' Dean asked after Amelie lowered her cell.
'They had some sort of falling out. Wasn't my place to ask what it was but I had a good idea'
'You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?' Sam said.
Dean nodded casually.
'Well, don't get all maudlin on me, man' Sam said and Amelie rolled her eyes.
'What do you mean?' Dean asked.
'I mean this "strong silent" thing of yours, it's crap' Sam said.
'Oh, god' Dean groaned.
'I'm over it. This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man'.
'You know what, back off, all right? Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you want me to'.
'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'.
'Dude, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm going to start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!'
'Dean!' Amelie said.
'What are you talking about?' Sam said.
'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'.
'Why are you saying this to me?' Sam said.
'Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this. I'm dealing with Dad's death! Are you?'
'URGH! I've had it with you boys! Deal with this yourself, I'm gonna go to the roadhouse, sort out your own problems, 'cause if you don't then, well I will kick up hell' Amelie said and walked off.
Further down the road:
Sam had just finished talking to someone on his cell.
'Thanks' he said before turning to Dean and saying 'Rakshasa'.
'What's that?'
'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 them in'.
'Yeah'.
'Why don't they just munch on the kids?'
'No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?'
'What else'd you find out?'
'Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects, also Ellen said Amelie's pissed and out drank Ash'.
'I'm screwed when we go back there'.
'Yeah, and the Rakshasa have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess'.
'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?'
'Cooper?'
'Cooper'.
'You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him'.
'You think maybe it was him?'
'Well, who knows how old he is?'
'Ellen say how to kill him?'
'Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass'.
'I think I know where to get one of those'.
'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. All right, I'll round up the blade, you go check if Cooper's got bedbugs'.
Back at the Carnival:
Sam picked the lock on Cooper's trailer and goes inside. Elsewhere, the blind man is leading Dean.
'Well, I've got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I've got a brass one, though' the blind man said.
In Cooper's trailer, Sam pulled out a pocket knife and started slicing open the mattress. A shotgun cocked behind him; Cooper was there, and had his gun pointed at him.
'What do you think you're doing?'
In the blind man's trailer, he led Dean in and tapped a trunk with his cane.
'Check the trunk'.
Dean opened the trunk and saw a red clown wig. He paused and stood up.
'You?'
The blind man dropped his cane, and pulled off his glasses; his eyes looked normal, then went cloudy and his face began to melt. He waved, then disappeared.
Dean struggled with the door in the blind man's trailer, trying to get out. A knife flew past his head burying itself in the door. He jumped. Another knife landed with a thunk a little higher.
'All right!' Dean shouted. Finally he managed to get the door open and ran out of the trailer, tumbling.
Outside:
Sam only just managed to catch up with him.
'Hey! Hey. So, Cooper thinks I'm a Peeping Tom, but it's not him' Sam said, trying to catch his breath.
'Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy, he's here somewhere'.
'Well, did you get the – '
'The brass blades? No, it's been one of those days.'
'I got an idea. Come on.'
They entered the funhouse; and as they went through the door it slammed between them. They both struggled to open it.
'Sam!'
'Dean! Dean, find the maze, okay?'
Sam found a pipe organ, which was giving off steam. He grabbed for one of the pipes, and flinched from the heat. He took something from his pocket and started pulling off a pipe. Dean came around the corner.
'Hey'.
'Hey! Where is it?'
'I don't know, I mean, shouldn't we see its clothes walking around?'
A knife suddenly flew past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another one pinned his wrist.
'Sam!' Dean called
Sam pulled the pipe all the way off and stalked forward slowly. A knife flew past his head; he dodged it quickly.
'Dean, where is it?'
'I don't know'.
Dean reached up and pulled a lever; more steam poured from the pipe organ, giving a vague shape to the invisible attacker, which Dean could see.
'Sam, behind you! Behind you!'
Sam stabbed the pipe behind him without looking. He turned and saw it buried in the still-invisible creature, blood poured from the wound. Dean had now managed to free himself. They looked to where it had fallen and could only see some empty clothes and a bloody pipe.
'I hate funhouses' Dean growled.
In the roadhouse, the next day:
Dean and Sam were sitting at the bar; Ellen laid down a couple of beers.
'You boys did a hell of a job. Your dad would be proud' she smiled.
'Thanks'.
Amelie sat down next to Dean and put her head on the table and groaned.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
Ellen came back over with water for Amelie, 'here you go'
'Thanks'
'No problem, just remember this next time you wanna win some money by beating Ash'.
Dean put his hand on Amelie's back, 'you beat Ash huh?' he whispered.
Amelie nodded her head before groaning.
'Easy money' she whispered.
'What he gives you money?'
'No, other punters do, they think 'cause he's the drunk he can last longer than a girl'.
'How much d'ya make?'
'$300'
Dean whistled 'that's a lot'.
Before Amelie could respond the back door opened and Ash enters, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop.
'Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya. 'Though don't go shoutin' Am still pissed, and I mean both ways'.
Sam smirked, 'we were working a job, Ash. Clowns?'
'Clowns? What the f-'
'You got something for us, Ash?'
Ash set the laptop down on a table, with a thump, making Amelie sit up and scowl at him.
The laptop looked homemade, with a load of exposed wiring.
'Did you find the demon?' Sam asked.
'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?' Dean asked.
'I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world. My rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm'.
Dean reached for the laptop and Ash gave him a look.
'Do you mind...yeah' Dean said and lent back in his chair prising the glass of water out of Amelie's hands as she started falling asleep.
'Hey, what's up, man?' Ash said.
'Ash, where did you learn to do all this?' Sam asked.
'M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting'.
'M.I.T.?' Sam remarked.
'It's a school in Boston'.
'Okay. You give us a call as soon as you know something?' Dean said.
'Si, si, compadre' Ash said.
Dean took another sip of his beer, then set it down. Ash picked it up. Dean and Sam got up to leave with Dean carrying Amelie in his arms, bridal style.
'Hey, listen, if you boys need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back' Ellen said 'you could leave Amelie here, pick her up when she's awake and sober'.
'Thanks, but no. There's something I gotta finish. And I can take Amelie when she's not sober'
'Okay'.
In Bobby's Junkyard 2 hours later:
Dean was working on the car again and Sam was pacing nearby.
'You were right' Sam said.
'About what?' Dean asked.
'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 paused as he surveyed Dean 'I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know'. Sam sighed 'I'll let you get back to work'.
Sam left the Impala and walked back to the house. Dean was still for a moment. He picked up a crowbar and smashed the window of a nearby car, before he started to slam it into the trunk of the Impala, over and over. After a while the crowbar clattered to the ground, and Dean over to where Sam had been, his lip trembling.
AN: sorry bloodlust is short but what I had planned only worked for this scene but easter hols are coming up so more chapters will be on here soon. Remember please review.
Bloodlust:
In the Farmhouse:
Gordon Walker was tied to a chair, Amelie had her gun trained on him and Dean was pacing.
'Did I miss anything?' Sam asked as he entered the farmhouse.
'Nah, not much. Lenore get out okay?' Dean asked.
'Yeah. All of them did'.
'Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin' Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet? All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you' Amelie said bitterly.
Dean then jammed Gordon's knife into a table behind him.
'Ready to go?' Sam asked.
'Yeh' Dean replied.
'Not yet, you guys go ahead, I've got something to sort out with him' Amelie said. She flashed Sam a look that said I'm gonna go demon on him.
'Ok' Sam said and dragged Dean outside.
'Heh, what do you want scum?' Gordon asked.
''Nough of the scum, im not. I just wanted to know, how did you know what I was?'
'Aint tellin' you, your worthless'
'And your tied up, I could do this all day you know, but I have people to be with. Now,' Amelie paused before smacking Gordon 'how did you know what I was?'
'Every hunter worth his rock salt, knows who little one is. Know ones come across her yet though, 'cept now. Word was that she was banging a hunter, hah a hunter who thought she was one too'.
'I am'
'Correction, you were, I know all about you and your brother Amelie. You go away now, and next time I see you. I'll make sure you and Dean pay. With Sam's life'.
Before Gordon could say anymore Amelie smacked him in the face, the force of which made him fall to the ground.
Next chapter will be Simon Said. Not sure if it will be another double up episode though.
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