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Last time...

Sam and Dean encountered a not so friendly Ronald McDonald, go figure. Now, they are currently locked inside McDonalds with at least one evil S.O.B and no weapons at all. Yup, they're in trouble...

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-Chapter Two:

At some point in time, McDonald's slogan was 'The House That Love Built' . Sam couldn't tell you how much that was a lie. A house full of love doesn't have evil, demon possessed clowns trying to kill you. It was clear Sam had a fear of clowns, especially killer clowns. The dirty, evil Ronald McDonald strolled toward Sam. His eyes stared him down at him, forcing him to look away. The only sound was his huge clown shoes scuffing the black and white tile ground. Sam gulped.

Briefly, he glanced over at Dean who was just now picking himself off the ground and trying to steady himself on his feet. A little toss wasn't enough to stop Dean. Sure, he'd need a chiropractor after this, but it wasn't going to stop him from helping Sam; and it wasn't going to stop him from putting an end to this clown.

The room was dark. By now, Dean could only see Sam in a faint shadow, but Ronald he seen clearly. His bright yellow jumpsuit stuck out like a sore thumb. At least he was easy to spot, Dean wouldn't have to worry about him sneaking up on them. Dean stared at Sam so hard, he felt a slight burning sensation on the side of his face, making him look over in the direction it was coming from. Once they made and locked eye contact, Dean signaled to him. Quickly but silently, Dean snuck up behind the clown. He had his hands up, fingers spread wide, ready to pounce on Ronald.

With his head, Dean gestured for Sam to move out the way.

Sam took off. He ran behind the counter where the three cash registers were. He watched from a safe distance as Dean wrestled with the clown. Dean had jumped on his back, arms gripped tight around his neck as he pulled back. He tried to make the clown loose his balance but he seemed too stable. Dean's only other option was to start throwing punches. He had nothing else. He left everything in the car. No one was expecting for the freaking McDonalds to be possessed!

A hard swipe to the head caused the red-headed clown to yell out. Even though Sam was at a safe distance, he still flinched.

Ronald flipped Dean onto the ground. His back slamming against the floor hard and punched him on the side of the head. Dean grabbed the clowns ripped sleeves and pulled him forward, throwing him to the ground, too. Dean kicked at the attacker over and over. Ronald blocked what he could, but Dean was on a roll. He punched and he kicked, he even pulled at the crazy clown's hair. But he wasn't giving up and none of this was enough to get rid of him.

Dean climbed to his knees and hovered over Ronald. He wound his fist back, preparing to take a huge swing at him. Just then Dean's fist was about to make contact with his face, he heard Sam yell.

Both Dean and Ronald looked over toward him. They seen Sam walking backwards with his arms up protectively to shield his face and the blond who had taken their order earlier coming after him with a knife.

"Sam!"

The girl swung at him, but Sam dodged it. She swung again, but Sam ducked.

Dean punched Ronald in the face and stood. He tried to jump over the counter to reach Sam, but Ronald took hold of his foot, causing his stomach to ram into the edge of the counter, pushing the air out of his lungs with a loud humph.

"Dean!"

The girl picked up speed, so Sam ran. He darted for the kitchen area.

Kicking backwards, Dean caught the clown in the face, causing him to let go of his ankle, and allowing him to push himself up and over the counter. In the distance he heard a lot of pots and pans falling to the ground with loud bangs. He heard yelling and the sound of Sam's running. There was a crash and then another yell.

After sliding over the counter like a ninja, Dean followed the sound of the noise. Just as he entered the kitchen area, everything was silent. Too silent. Pots and pans were thrown everywhere. Fries were on the ground. Burgers were still on the fryer. Cups were scattered here and there. Spatulas were tossed every which-way. Powder was on the ground. Above, the lights flicked every now and again, taking everything to a whole new level of weird and creepy.

"Sam?"

Dean stepped over a frozen row of hash-browns. He looked everywhere. Suddenly they were gone. One second they were yelling and screaming, dropping things on the floor, now everything was quiet.

"Sammy?"

There was total and complete silence.

"I'm over here," came a voice. Sam's voice. Dean felt himself sigh in relief. He was just about to begin to think the worse. Jogging, Dean followed the voice to the back of the kitchen area, it was amazingly larger than Dean ever imagined. Who knew McDonalds had this much room? Finally, Dean found Sam. He was couched on the floor behind a island in the middle of the kitchen. White powder was all round him, but the first thing Dean noticed was the redness on his upper arm.

Dean drops to the ground and grabs Sam's arm.

"You're bleeding."

Sam was taken aback by this. Actually, he hadn't even known. He'd seen the girl come close and he seen her swing the knife, but he didn't feel anything hit him. It didn't even hurt. But as soon as Dean told him that he was bleeding and that he was cut, the pain began to seep in slowly. There were napkins in a brown box on the shelf next to Sam. Dean grabbed a handful and slipped them under Sam's jacket and onto the gash on his upper arm.

Dean quickly checked over Sam, looking for any more injuries. He found none.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked, looking around.

Sam shrugged.

"I don't know."

Dean shot him a wild look. "What'd you mean you don't know? She was just here, right?"

Sam nodded. "She disappeared, Dean. Right into thin air, man. It was weird."

Dean rolled his eyes. Of course they can vanish; this only makes everything harder...

Standing, Dean pulled Sam to his feet and took hold of his hand. Sam tried to pull his hand away, but Dean gripped it tighter.

"I understand that you don't wanna be treated like a kid but these things can disappear, which means that they can pop out of nowhere, too; and I'm not loosing track of you, okay? I'm not gonna let them take you," Dean says in a hushed yell. He was annoyed, it was obvious. But more than anything he was cautious. He was game-planning.

Dean tugged on Sam's arm and gestured with his head.

"C'mon."

Dean led the way out of the kitchen area. Cautiously, he looked both ways like he was crossing a street before he climbed over the counter and waited as Sam did the same. Once they were over, Dean took hold of Sam's hand again.

"Ronny's gone," he says aloud when he looks at the spot he'd left Ronald about a minute ago.

Sam shrugged. "Maybe the doors are open, now. Maybe we can go..."

Dean shook his head. "Doesn't work like that, Sam; and you know it. No way they're gonna let us out of here unless we kill these things."

Sam doesn't answer.

Beginning to walk, Dean moved quickly but at a sluggish pace.

"Dean, where are we going?"

"Shut up."

Sam frowned.

It didn't take long for Sam to figure it out for himself. Dean opened the door to the playhouse for the children. Dean had Sam go inside first, and then he got in. Dean closed the door, hoping there was a lock on it, but there wasn't one. Cursing under his breath, Dean pushed Sam gently.

"Up the slide, come on, go."

Using one arm, Sam climbed into the swirly slide and stopped in the middle. Dean climbed onto the other side and stood at the top of the slide, he watched everything. From here, he had a great view of the main part of the fast-food joint. Everything looked dangerously still. Once everything was quiet enough for Dean, he crouched down and looked down the slide to where Sam was sitting. It was clear he was scared. It was understandable, though. Sam was literally living a nightmare. Having a clown hunt him was something Sam always feared and it was always in his dreams, and that's where he hoped they'd say. Too bad, it came to life.

"How you holding up, tiger?"

Sam stared out the other end of the slide, afraid that if he looks away, Ronald might appear at the end of it when he looked back.

He shrugged. "'M scared," Sam admitted.

Dean smiled. Not because it was funny, but because he didn't know what else to do. Something obviously stronger than both of them was trying to kill them. Dean was fresh out of ideas; he didn't know what to do.

"It'll be okay," Dean assures his brother, rubbing his shoulder. "Let me see your arm."

Even though the pain was in full force right now, Sam lifted his injured arm and showed it to Dean. Just like the rest of the McDonalds, if was dark inside of the play area. But there was enough light for Dean to see the cut. It was long, but not deep. He may need stitches, but that's it.

"You'll be okay, it's not that bad."

Sam opened his mouth to reply when they heard footsteps inside of the play-pin they were in. Sam gasped.

Thinking quickly, Dean slid into the slide. He covered Sam's mouth with his hand, trying to keep quiet himself.

Out the end of the slide, Dean and Sam could see the clown's feet walking. It moved slowly, looking for them. Both Dean and Sam could hear their hearts pounding in their ears and they wondered if it was so loud that Ronald could hear it too in this silence. Under his hand, Dean felt a wetness. He leaned forward to see that Sam was crying. Not that obnoxious crying you see girls do in horror movies. It was a silent cry. Just a few stray tears as he tried not to let his fear take over his present mind. Dean put his finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture, telling him to stay quiet. Sam nodded, trying not to make a sound. They were hoping that if they were quiet enough, Ronald would think they were somewhere else and leave the play- pin.

The clown walked past the slide. So close, the side of his pants scraped the side of the slide. Out of fear, Sam gripped Dean's wrist.

Ronald was just about to leave, not seeing either Dean or Sam. He opened the door to go search the rest of the place. Just as he stepped foot out the door, about to leave-

- Dean's cell phone rang...

Oh c'mon, Dean! Everyone knows to turn off your phone when evil clowns are trying to kill you! And poor Sam; he's completely terrified :(

*Announcer's Voice* On next week's episode: Sam learns to fly and Dean plays hide and seek (:

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