Okay so i know its been forever but here it is... this is a short chapter but i wanted to get it up... please review

"You've gotta be kiddin' me. A killer clown?" Dean asked

"Yeah, he left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents –- ripped them to pieces, actually." Trina answered.

"And this family was at some carnival that night?"

"Right, right. The Cooper carnival." Sam said.

"So how do you know we're not dealin' with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?" Dean asked.

"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearin' down shop –- alibis all around. Plus, the girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are sayin' trauma, of course." Trina told him.

"I know what you're thinkin', Sam. "Why did it have to be clowns?"" Dean smirked. Trina laughed.

"You're still afraid of clowns?" she asked.

"Give me a break." Sam said.

"You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still bust out cryin' whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television." Dean smirked bigger and Trina laughed harder.

"At least I'm not afraid of flying." Sam shot at the two. Their smiles disappeared.

"Planes crash!" Dean and Trina exclaimed.

"And apparently clowns kill."

"Valid point." Trina agreed.

"So, these types of murders –- they ever happen before?" Dean asked defeated.

"Uh, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers circus. Same M.O. –- it happened three different times, three different locales." Sam told him.

"That's weird, though. I mean, if it is a spirit, it's usually bound to a specific locale - a house or a town." Trina thought out loud. Dean agreed.

"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 carnival carries it around with them." Dean guessed.

"Great. A paranormal scavenger hunt." Sam said.

"My favorite." Trina said sarcastically.

"This case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job." Dean told Sam.

"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 takin' this job –- it's what Dad would have wanted us to do." Sam told him.

"What Dad would have wanted?"

"Yeah. So?" Dean didn't say anything for a minute.

"Nothin'." Trina decided to call Mary since she would be going to bed soon. She dialed the number for the road house.

"Harvel's." Ellen answered.

"Hey Ellen. Can I talk to Mary?" Trina asked.

"Yep." Ellen handed the phone to Mary.

"Hi mommy." Mary said happily.

"Hi baby. How's it going?" Trina asked her daughter.

"Good. Auntie Ellen let me have some more pie…. Will you make me some when go back home?" Mary asked excitedly.

"Yes I will sweetie. So what's uncle ash doin'?"

"Playin' with his computer…. I miss you, Daddy and Uncle Sammy when are you coming back?" Tears formed in Trina's eyes but she held them in.

"In a couple days I promise baby…. I promise this will be my last hunt for a while we will hang out for a while maybe go on a road trip or-" Dean cut her off.

"Once I get the Impala fixed you guys are coming on the road with us." he told Trina. Trina smiled.

"Or we will go on the road with your Dad and Uncle Sam." Trina told her daughter.

"Yeah lets do that… and you can make me some of your special pie!" Trina laughed at Mary.

"Yes I'll make you some of my special pie." Mary giggled happily.

"I want some of your special pie!" Dean exclaimed. Trina rolled her eyes.

"You can have some to." Dean smiled back at her.

"Okay well Aunt Ellen says I have to get ready for bed. I love you mommy. Bye."

"Bye baby I love you too." Mary hung up the phone.