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Chapter 4: Everybody Loves A Clown Part 2

It was pretty brutal. But I didn't have a car either. Mine got squashed to bits and pieces. So Dean had to drive a beat up mini van. I felt bad for the impala, but I somehow knew that it was going to get all fixed because Dean seemed to know his way around a car. I got that vibe off of him.

I was also getting the vibes that Dean wasn't as pleased to have me around as Sam was. Somehow Sam won the argument of me being here at least for a little while till I found my way again.

"This is humiliating," Dean mumbled up front, tearing my eyes away from the window, and away from the Roadhouse Sign that caught my eyes. "I feel like a friggin soccer mom."

"It's the only car Bobby had running," Sam said as we got out of the van. "Hello? Anybody here?"

"Hey did you bring the, uh…" Dean trailed off.

Sam pulled out his breaking in and entering utensils out of his pocket and tossed it to Dean who caught it. "Of course."

We walked inside after Dean got the door open. It was empty and it smelt like beer and wine and cork. It had a rather musty smell to it. I wrinkled my nose a little, running my finger over it.

"Hey buddy?" Sam asked a guy who seemed really passed out on the bar. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"Not quite," I said, glancing around the place.

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

Sam and I decided to head down the back steps, while Dean continued to survey the front end of the saloon until suddenly we heard a click sound behind our backs, stopping our search. Sam and I glanced at each other and put our hands up in the air.

"That's it, just move slowly forward," the woman ordered us.

"Sam! Need some help up here!" Dean called out.

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now, I'm a little tied up," Sam replied.

"Me too," I grimaced.

"Sam? Dean? Winchester?" the woman asked, as we got back upstairs to the main bar where Dean was. He was hunched over, nursing his nose next to a blonde girl, holding her rifle at him.

"Yeah," they said in unison.

"Son of a bitch," she lowered her weapon.

"Mom, you know these guys?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys," she said. "Hey, I'm Ellen, and this is my daughter Jo."

Jo lowered her rifle. "Hey."

"You're not going to hit me are you?" Dean asked her. She gave him a rueful smile.

We got comfortable around the bar and settled in. Ellen handed Dean a towel bag full of ice. "Here you go," she said.

"Thanks," Dean nodded, and placed it upon his nose. "You called our Dad, said you could help. Help with what?"

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

"What is there an article in the Demon Hunter's Quarterly that I missed? I mean who, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean demanded.

"Hey, I just run a saloon," Ellen said. "But hunters have been known to pass through every now and again, including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once."

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked. "How come he never mentioned you?"

Ellen frowned. "You'd have to ask him that."

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

"Hey, don't do me any favors," Ellen said in defense. "Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on your way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if…"

Sam, Dean, and I looked at each other. I wasn't as close to John as the boys were, in fact I never met the man, only in my premonitions. I knew exactly how he died. It wasn't the car crash that killed him. It was the demon. John made a deal for Dean's life.

"He didn't send you," Ellen suddenly realized. "He's all right isn't he?"

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

I placed a hand over Sam's shoulder and he nodded in acknowledgement. I put that hand around my glass of water.

"I'm so sorry," Ellen apologized sympathetically.

"It's okay. We're all right," Dean assured.

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

"Really lady," Dean couldn't stress it enough. "I'm fine."

I winced at Dean's tone of voice that cut through the air like a knife.

"So, look, if you can help we could use all the help we can get," Sam said.

"Well, we can't," Ellen said. "But Ash will. Ash."

"Who's Ash?" Sam asked.

"Ash!" Ellen called over to the sleeping man we found on the other side of the bar.

Ash suddenly woke up, and looked around.

"What? It's closin' time?"

"That's Ash?" Sam asked in disbelief as I glanced at him too with wide eyes.

"Mm-hmm," Jo nodded. "He's a genius."

Ash went and grabbed his computer before we all joined the round table and sat down.

"You gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynryd Skynryd roadie!" Dean cried.

"I like you," Ash said to Dean.

"Thanks," Dean said.

"Just give him a chance," Jo said.

Dean sat down next to Ash and handed him a 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 the folder open and started rummaging through the papers inside of it. "Come on, this crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this."

"Our dad could," Sam said confidently.

"There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects, and correlations, I mean, 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 lightning it ain't fun," Ash explained.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam demanded.

"Yeah, with this, I think so," Ash replied, glancing at it all. "But it's gonna take time. Give me…fifty-one hours."

He got up to leave.

"Hey man?" Dean caught him before he left. "I dig the haircut."

"All business up front," Ash smoothed it out. "And party in the back."

Dean glanced at Jo as she walked by, while Sam looked at something stuck in the corner besides the cashier where Ellen was.

"Hey Ellen, what's that?" Sam asked.

"It's ah, police scanner, we keep tabs on things," she replied.

"No, no, no, no, that folder," he said that was popping out between the other pieces of newspaper clippings and such.

There was a red marker lined through it.

COUPLE MURDERED.

CHILD LEFT ALIVE.

MEDFORD WISC.

Sam and I took the folder and stated to read it. When I read that children were seeing killer clowns I slid my chair and shook my head.

"No, no way…."

"Kaylee…"

"Clowns, Sam. I've been terrified of clowns ever since that stupid movie with the talking doll….and I know he's now a real clown it just reminds me of them and ugh no clowns are just very scary…." I shook my head.

"Well, hey, I don't like them either but sometimes people don't like ghosts and they have to deal with them," Sam said. "This will be a perfect first hunt for you to get over your fears."

"No." I stood firmly by this.

"Then you're not ready to be a hunter," Sam said.

I gritted my teeth together. I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head.

"I hate funhouses and carnivals and really big stuffed teddy bears," I grumbled. "Let's take this up with Dean."

"Okay, fine," Sam got up from his seat, and I followed him after.

"Dean, Sam thinks that I should go on this hunt with you two to get over my fears. I'm not afraid of much, but I am afraid of clowns."

"AH, killer clowns, sounds like fun," Dean said sarcastically. "And I say no. I'm actually with you on this one. Our dad just got bit by the demon, which means I'm not ready to loose another person on our hands, which means you. You're not ready yet. You can barely shoot cans. Sam and I will handle this. You can stay here and help Ash, okay?"

I sighed with relief. "That sounds great," I smirked at Sam who rolled his eyes at me.

~*SPN*~

Sam and Dean walked through the bar, and I turned around from my seat. I ran to them and hugged both of them. "I'm so glad you're okay! "

"Yeah, we're fine," Sam said, wincing a bit as I hugged him. I let go of him and smiled, pushing my hair back.

"How'd it go?"

"Not bad," Dean said. "Just you're average regular ol' hunt."

I smiled at that and brought them over to the bar where Ellen already had drinks waiting for them.

"You boys did a hell of a job," Ellen said. "Your dad'd be proud."

"Thanks," Sam said.

Jo sat on the other side of Dean. She looked at us and Sam and I glanced at each other before we got up ourselves. "Oh yeah I've gotta…we gotta go over there, now," Sam said, and I got up from my seat to go with him.

"Hey so," Sam began as we sat down at a table. "Dean and I have been talking it over about you coming with us on the family hunt."

"And?"

"And while we appreciate the help of a psychic, we've known one before to be quite helpful, I just…think it might be better if you stayed behind."

"What?" I frowned.

"I know, I'm sorry but it's really dangerous out there with the demon sill at large, and I just….we want you to be safe. Do you think you can do that for us? Be safe?"

"How am I supposed to deal with my premonitions then?" I asked.

"Just know in your heart that we're out there slaying these things and making it out alive," Sam said. "I promise there's not a vampire out there that can take us down."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure."

"Damn," I said with a sigh.

"What's that?"

"Well, I just released the lease of my apartment and kind of sold everything for this trip that I was going to embark on, now I've got nowhere to go."

"You can stay here if you'd like sweetie," Ellen said. "I've got plenty of room out back."

"Really?" I asked.

"What about family?"

"Oh I don't wanna bother my parents, they're fine," I said. "I've been on my own since I was eighteen." I said. "I just wish I can be more of help to you."

"I'm sure you will," Sam said. "But right now we gotta be cautious. I hope you understand."

"I do," I nodded.

"Where you guys been?" Ash came out of his ropm holding his makeshift laptop. "Been waiting for ya."

"We were working a job, Ash. Clowns?" Sam asked.

"Clowns, what the-"

"You got something for us, Ash?" Dean asked.

He set the laptop on the table and everyone gathered around it.

"Did you find the demon?" Sam asked.

"It's nowhere to be found. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know," Ash said.

"If I have any premonition about him, I'll let you know," I added. Sam nodded his thanks to me.

"I'm on it like Divine on dog cookie," Ash said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world, my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm," Ash explained.

"Do you mind..." Dean said but Ash gave him a glare not to touch his computer. He held off a bit.

"What's up, man?"

"Ash, where did you learn all this?" Sam asked.

"MIT. Before I got bounced for fighting."

"MIT?"

"It's a school in Boston," Ash said.

"Okay, give us a call as soon as you find something, okay?" Dean asked.

"Si Si compadre."

"Hey listen, if you boys need a place to stay, I've got a couple beds out back," Ellen suggested.

"Thanks but no. There's something I gotta finish," Dean said.

I hugged Sam before he left. "Be careful," I said.

"I will," Sam said and looked at me. "You too."

"I'll let you know if I see anything too?" I asked.

"Do so," Sam nodded.

"K, see you later?"

"See you later," Sam nodded and left me all alone at the saloon. I had promised Ellen that I'd work for my stay here until I figured out my next move, Some way or another I was going to be with the Winchester's fighting the good fight that needed to be fought.

Jo leaned into me, "Don't worry. My mom doesn't let me hunt either."