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"So what were you going to help our father with?" Sam asked Ellen once everything settled, Jo kept giving me a death glare and I would just smirk at her.

"With the demon of course," Ellen said, "He was like family once" she stated.

I could tell how on edge Dean was so I took control of the conversation, "All right well then help us" I stated simply. Gaining the attention of the room, which I didn't mind for the simple fact a room full of hunters didn't bother me. I was use to my dad's friends being over and that was scary enough.

"Look here, don't act like you are doing me any favors" she became very defensive which I did not understand for I felt I didn't say anything out of line. "He wouldn't have-"I had to cut her off I knew where this conversation was going.

"He didn't send us," I replied very firmly, I looked over at Dean and Sam, "Can I just do it?" I asked.

"NO!" the almost shouted in sync at me, which startled me a little, I pouted and sat on the bar stool still admiring some of the liquor.

"Is he all right?" Ellen asked very sincere and full of worry, I wondered if they had a thing together as well but knew it would be poor taste on my part to mention something of it now.

Dean looked over at Sam, Sam looked at me and then to Ellen, "We were hunting a demon and it got him before he could get it" he looked back at the ground. I could feel the tension in the room; my body felt like it was on fire due it.

"I am so sorry for your loss" Ellen continued, "I know how close you and your dad were"

"We are fine, I am fine" Dean told her giving her a look that he did not want to talk about it any longer.

I looked at the bar and sighed, realizing it was loud enough where everyone could hear me but the again one could hear a pin drop with how awkwardly quiet it was.

"What?" Dean asked a little annoyed.

"Too bad you guys don't have any Glen Craig, it's some of the best Malt Scotch Whiskey I have tasted," it reminded me of my father of course it was his favorite drink but I had grown accustomed to it.

"It's also hard to come by and it's three hundred or more dollars too, you sure do have some expensive taste…" she trailed off realizing she didn't know my name.

I hopped off the bar stool and smiled placing my gloves back on I stretched my hand out to her, "Annabelle" she shook my hand and returned the smile.

"All right, now do you have all your father's notes? I can give them to Ash and he can try and decipher them for you and we can go from there" Ellen nodded as Ash walked over who looked like he just popped out from the mullet era.

"He is a genius," Jo added to it as she got behind the bar and poured Ash a glass of water, while Ash sat down.

"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius; he's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie!" Dean argued.

"Last time I checked you would fit in with your cassettes, I just brought you into the 21st century by getting rid of them" I watched as Dean twitched a little being reminded that I got rid of his cassettes.

"Fine" Dean grumbled as he sat down and pulled out their father's notes and slid them to Ash, "These are his notes over the last year, let's see what you make of them."

"I like you" he smiled at Dean while he undid the binding to the folder with all the loose papers inside, he started looking over them. Ash started to ramble on about how to track a demon but I couldn't make all too much sense of what he was saying. He finally found a piece of paper that he seemed to be interested in. "With this I think I can track it, but it will take time, give me fifty-one hours" he nodded and started to walk out of the bar area to the back.

Dean spoke up, "Hey man I like the hair cut"

Ash stopped and looked at him with a smile and replied, "All business up front and party in the back" he ran his hand through his hair and made his exit.

I noticed a folder behind Ellen, "What's that?" I made a gesture towards it, Ellen turned to see what I was looking at.

"It's a police scanner" she stated reminding us of the fact that she did have hunters come through the Saloon often.

"No the folder," I corrected her.

"Oh I was going to give this to a friend, but since you guys are here and need something to waste some time with," I watched as she grabbed the folder and handed it to me, "here you go."

I started to look over the notes and articles of everything she had put together, "mhm… was never a fan of circuses and I have a feeling this won't make it any better I muttered, as I slid the folder down to Dean and Sam so they could take a look at it.

I watched as Dean decided to walk over to Jo and started to chat her up, I could feel my blood boil but I didn't understand why I just wanted to slam that pretty little girl's face into the wall.

Sam looked over at me and noticed my facial expression, "This is defiantly something we could look into, let's head out" he stood up grabbing the folder with him; I followed as we made a motion to follow. Took him a brief moment but Dean lightly jogged to catch up to us.

"I am driving" I grumbled as I took the keys from Dean leaving no room for discussion, driving always calmed my nerves. I looked in the rear view mirror as I adjusted the seat I spoke softly, "Fido animo mores"

Sam looked over at me who somehow wrestled his brother out of shotgun, "What did you just say?" he asked as he buckled up.

"Oh just a small prayer, with my driving you will need it," I revved the engine alive and took off driving like a bat out of hell and towards the circus.

It started raining and I could feel Dean get nervous in the back seat, "Sam give him the file to go over," Sam passed him the file as Dean started searching through it.

"You know Sam, I already know what you are thinking, 'why did it have to be clowns' didn't think I remembered did you. You use to bust out crying when you saw Ronald McDonald," Dean chuckled to himself.

"Give me a break, at least I am not afraid of flying" he stated.

"Hey man, planes crash" he defended himself.

"And apparently clowns kill, there was a reason I didn't like those fuckers" I chimed in.

"Wait you are afraid of clowns too?" Dean asked me, I replied with a nod of my head.

"Well either or we have to go to Cooper Carnival" Dean told us, "I can't believe we are going to chase a killer clown"

I slammed on the breaks as we started drifting a little due to the slick roads, "You don't like it get out" I looked back at Dean. "it's better than sitting in that bar waiting for some results, it's better than brooding at Bobby's now if you all could do me a favor and stop bickering like five year olds we can kill this thing and move on" I was getting very short fused, I could tell my grip on everything was starting to slip something was going on with my brother.

My phone started to ring as I started driving again; I dug in my jacket for my phone. I answered it as fast as I could.

"Hello" hoping it was maybe my brother trying to reach out to me again.

"Bell, I think your brother is in trouble," my father's voice actually sounded worried.