Once you guys were finally discharged from the hospital Sam and Dean wanted to give John a "Hunter's funeral", whatever that meant. So you guys took his body to the middle of nowhere and They wrapped him in cloth, set him on top of a pyre and lit his body on fire. You just watched and stood next to them while they watched John's body burn. You and Sam silently cried, while Dean just stared into the fire. You didn't know John very long, but you felt for Sam and Dean who John meant the world and much more to."Before he-Before he-Did he say anything to you?" Sam asked Dean. "About anything?"
"No." Dean answered. "Nothing." You remembered what John said to you about saving Sam, but you decided to keep it to yourself. As you glanced over at Dean you noticed one tear run down his cheek.
For the next week or so you three stayed at Bobby's house while Dean worked on repairing the Impala. Sam didn't talk much during this time and Dean wouldn't let anybody near him to talk long enough. You spent most of your time studying Bobby's wide array of books on monsters and lore, but you had enough, one of those boys was going to talk to you whether they liked it or not. As you walked outside to the junk yard the sun was shining, brightly and it was the perfect day to work outside. You walked over to the broken Impala where you could hear rock music blaring and Dean's legs sticking out from under the car.
"Hiya Dean!" You beamed almost as bright as the sun. You heard a shout, bang, swearing, and groaning as Dean was startled by your sudden appearance.
"Y/N, you can't sneak up on a guy like that, especially when he's under a car." Dean growled as he continued working.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm bored, so I came out to see if you needed any help." You mentioned as you got on your hands and knees to peek under the car.
"I'm fine on my own, why don't you go bug Sam." Dean suggested as he worked on the car.
"I'd love too, but Sam's all mopey right now, and he's got himself so buried in books, it makes my head hurt just looking at all of them." You explained as you glanced back towards the house. "Besides the sooner she's fixed the sooner we can get back to hunting."
"Like you would know anything about cars." Dean mocked.
"Excuse you, I'll have you know that I helped my dad fix his cars loads of times back in high school." You shared, but Dean didn't respond back to you. Then you heard him growl and curse as his fingers got caught in the underbelly of the car.
"You sure you're okay?" You asked as you looked under the car again to see Dean nursing his hurt fingers. Dean gave you a look as you smiled at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, can you grab a socket wench and come under here, but no chick-flick moments, got it!?" Dean asked you as you grabbed the wench and crawled on your back under the car next to him. "Hand me the wench and then hold on this piece here." You passed him the wench and held onto the piece while Dean worked on it. That's when you noticed his heavy breathing and how sweaty he was. His grey shirt was very form-fitting today and the sweat made it cling even tighter than usual to his chest showing off his well-built body. It didn't help that the space under the car was tight so you two were bumping each other was you worked. You remembered how attractive Dean was which made you blush a bright red. "You okay, you look a little red." Dean observed as he glanced at you a bit.
"Oh, me? I-I'm f-fine, it's really hot today that's all." You stuttered as you focused on the car and not Dean's face. 'How could one man be so hot' You thought to yourself. He wasn't even trying to make a move on you either. You got lost in your thoughts and your hand wandered too close to the wench and it pinched your finger. "Ow!" You cried as you pulled your finger back.
"That's why you gotta be careful." Dean warned you as he stopped working to check your finger.
"It's okay." You rambled as you quickly pulled it away from him.
"Hey!" Sam called from above the car. "How's this car coming along?"
"Slow." Dean replied as he got back to work.
"Yeah? Need any help?" Sam offered.
"I've got enough help from butterfingers, here." Dean spoke gruffly.
"Need anything else, then?" Sam asked.
"Stop it, Sam." Dean huffed as he suddenly got out of under from the Impala.
"Stop what?" Sam wondered as he watched Dean.
"Stop asking if I need anything. Stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Having Y/N bug me is more than enough." Dean grumbled as he went through his tools on the workbench.
"Sorry for being so concerned." You huffed as you got out from under the car, missing the time you and Dean had a moment ago.
"Really. I promise." Dean spoke earnestly as he wiped his face.
"All right. Dean, it's just-We've been at Bobby's for a week and you haven't brought up Dad once." Sam pointed out.
"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm wanna lay my head on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug. Maybe even slow dance." Dean mocked Sam.
"Don't patronize me, Dean. Dad is dead. The Colt is gone and it seems pretty d*mn likely...that the demon is behind all this, and you're acting like nothing happe-" Sam ranted at Dean.
"What do you want me to say?" Dean asked him.
"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 d*mn car." Sam yelled.
"Revenge, huh?" Dean wondered.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Sounds good. Got any leads on where the demon is? You making heads or tails of Dad's research? I sure ain't. But you know, when we do finally find it-Oh. No, wait. Like you said, the Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out a way to kill it. We got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? See, the only thing I can do, is I can work on the car. 'Cause like Y/N said the sooner the car's fixed the sooner we can get back to hunting." Dean went on as he was about to work on the car again.
"Well, we got something, all right? That's what I came to tell you guys. It's one of Dad's old phones. Took me a while, but I cracked his voice mail." Sam shared as he showed you and Dean one of John's old phones. "Listen to this."
"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn. You know I can help you. Call me." A woman's recording spoke through the phone.
"That message is four months old." Sam added.
"Any idea why John would save a message for four months?" You asked them.
"No idea." Sam mumbled.
"Better question. Who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?" Dean wondered.
"No. But I ran a trace on the phone number and I got an address." Sam shared.
"Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars." Dean told Sam.
Bobby let you guys use one of his really old beat up vans. And it was really, really beat up you surprised it took you all the way to the address. The van squeaked and rattled as Dean pulled up to what looked like a run-down looking bar called the Roadhouse. "This is humiliating." Dean complained as he threw the keys onto the dashboard. "I feel like a frigging soccer mom."
"It's the only car Bobby had running." Sam explained as you three walked over to the building.
"If you could even call that running." You muttered under your breath.
"Hello?" Sam called out as he walked around the building. It looked abandoned and there were no signs of life or any other vehicles around.
"Anybody here?" Dean called as he tried looking in the windows. "Hey."
"Yeah." Sam responded.
"Did you bring the-?" Dean began to ask.
"Of course." Sam replied as he threw Dean the lock-pick tools. Dean picked the lock and you three went inside. The inside looked cleaner, but there were still no signs of life anywhere. Then you guys noticed a man laying on the pool table in the back of the bar. "Hey, buddy." Sam called over to him.
"I'm guessing that isn't Ellen." You observed.
"Yeah." Dean agreed. Sam walked off to check what looked like a kitchen and some back rooms, while you decided to investigate down the opposite hall. Dean stayed in the bar area to see if the guy was alive or not. As you walked down the hall you noticed some bathrooms and you peeked in only to be greeted with a raunchy smell and the buzzing of flies. You closed the door with a disgusted look on your face. "Sam, Y/N, I need some help in here." Dean shouted so you turned around and quietly walked back down the way you came from. You saw a girl and older woman holding Dean and Sam at gun point. So you pulled out your pistol and snuck up behind her and pointed the pistol at her head.
"Dammit." The girl muttered as she glanced back towards you.
"Dean, you always have such a way with the ladies, don't you?" You quipped as you smiled at him.
"Not the time for jokes, Y/N." Dean grumbled as he rubbed his face.
"Sam? Dean? Y/N?" The older woman questioned as she looked between the three of you. You figured that must have been Ellen, so it would make sense that she would know Sam and Dean. But how did she know your name? "Winchester? L/N?"
"Yeah." You three answered in unison.
"Son of a b*tch." Ellen mumbled as she looked between the three of you.
"Mom, you know these three?" The girl questioned.
"Yeah, the boys are John Winchester's and the girl is Kathleen and Daniel's daughter." Ellen explained. "Hey, I'm Ellen. My daughter, Jo." Ellen laughed as she put her gun away and smiled at you guys.
"Hey." Jo said.
"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean asked Jo as he looked at her warily.
"Here you go." Ellen said as she gave Dean a towel to wipe his face.
"Thanks." Dean thanked her as he took it.
"Okay, so I understand how you know Sam and Dean through John, but how do you know me or my parents?" You asked Ellen as you guys sat at the bar.
"Your parents were Hunters so they would come around a lot for information or cases." Ellen explained as she wiped some glasses. "Hell, we even worked a couple of cases together. Kathleen was an even better hunter than John was, she was more level headed and calm during the cases. Daniel on the other hand always shot first asked questions later. They told me lots of stories about you, Ryan, and Sarah, but they stopped coming around after the twins were before. It's a tragedy what happened to them, I'm sorry for what happened. So what brings you three to me?"
"You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?" Dean asked Ellen.
"Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it." Ellen answered.
"Was there an article inDemonHuntersQuarterlythat we missed?" Dean wondered as he looked between Ellen and Jo. "I mean, who are you? How do you know this?"
"Hey, I just run a saloon. But Hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad, Kathleen, and Daniel a long time ago. John was like family once." Ellen shared.
"Oh, yeah? How come he's never mentioned you before?" Dean questioned.
"You'd have to ask him that." Ellen stated.
"So why exactly do we need your help?" Dean wondered.
"Hey, don't do me any favors. Look ,if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your a*s on the way out." Ellen snapped. "But John wouldn't have sent you if-He didn't send you. He's all right, isn't he?"
"No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It just got him before he got it, I guess." Sam informed her.
"I'm so sorry." Ellen mourned as she looked at Sam and Dean sadly.
"It's okay. We're all right." Dean stated as he looked away from her.
"Really, I know how close you and your dad-" Ellen began.
"Really, lady, I'm fine." Dean snapped.
"So, look, if you can help...We can use all the help we can get." Sam admitted.
"Well, we can't. But Ash will." Ellen shared.
"Who's Ash?" You wondered.
"Ash!" Ellen shouted as the man laying on the pool table grunted and woke up.
"What?" Ash growled as he looked around. "Closing time?"
"That's Ash?" You asked Ellen and Jo as you pointed at him.
"Mm-hmm. He's a genius." Jo nodded. Ash joined you guys at the bar and Sam got out the information he gathered so far.
You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius. He's a lynyrd skynyrd roadie." Dean huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I like you." Ash smiled.
"Thanks." Dean smiled back.
"Just give him a chance." Jo advised as Dean and Ash gave each other skeptical looks.
"All right." Dean agreed as he scratched his nose. "Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so let's see what you make of it." Dean pushed the files towards Ash as he sat on the bar stool between you and Ash.
"Come on. This crap ain't real." Ash muttered as he looked through the papers in the files quickly. "Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."
"Our dad could." Sam argued.
"These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean..d*mn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun." Ash rambled as he continued reading the papers.
"So, will you be able to track it or not?" You asked Ash.
"Yeah, with this, I think so." Ash answered. "But it's gonna take time. Uh, give me...fifty-one hours." He took the files and started walking away from the bar.
"Hey, man!" Dean called over to Ash.
"Yeah?" Ash wondered as he turned around
"By the way, I dig the haircut." Dean complimented Ash.
"All business up front, party in the back." Ash smiled as he stroked his hair as walked off down the hall. Dean got up to go talk to Jo while you can Sam stayed at the bar with Ellen. That's when you noticed a folder sitting next to a police scanner on the shelf behind her.
"Um, hey, Ellen, what's that?" You asked towards the folder.
"It's a police scanner. We keep tabs on things-" Ellen began.
"No, I mean the folder next to it." You clarified as you pointed at it.
"Uh...I was gonna give this to a friend of mine, but take a look if you want." Ellen explained as she grabbed it and handed it to you and Sam to look at.
"Thanks." You smiled at her before looking down at the folder. There was an article clipped to the front of it titled "Husband and wife brutally murdered" with the picture of a clown on top of it. It mentioned how a couple was brutally murdered in their house late one night with all of the doors still locked. The only witness, their daughter said a clown did it but there were no fingerprints. There was a circus in town when it happened though.
"You think it could be a case?" Sam asked as you two read it.
"Eh, it would give us something to do for the next fifty-one hours." You shrugged.
"Dean, come here. Check this out." Sam called over to Dean who was talking to Jo.
"Yeah." Dean murmured as he walked back over to you two.
"A few murders not far from here that Ellen caught wind of-Y/N and I think it might be a hunt." Sam shared as he showed Dean the article.
"Yeah, so?" Dean questioned.
"So, we told her we'd check it out." You stated as you over at him.
Once you three left Ellen's bar Dean started driving to the town where the murders occurred. It would take a bit of a drive, but you guys wanted to get there as quick as you could. Night had fallen and normally you might take a nap in the backseat, but this van was so uncomfortable that you couldn't sleep like you did in the Impala. You could wait for it to get repaired."You got to be kidding me-Killer clown?" Dean scoffed as he drove.
"Yeah, he left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually." Sam explained as he read the article in more detail.
"And this family was at some carnival that night?" Dean asked.
"Right, right, the Cooper Carnival." Sam read.
"So, how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carny in a clown suit?" Dean pointed out.
"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop-Alibis all around. Plus the girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course." Sam revealed.
"Besides, carnival would be the best place for a monster clown to hid out. He would fit right in." You voiced.
"I know what you're thinking, Sam-" Dean began.""Why did it have to be clowns?""
"Oh, give me a break." Sam grumbled.
"What?" You wondered looking between the boys.
"Let's just say, little Sammy here still busts out crying whenever he sees Ronald McDonald on the television." Dean smirked.
"At least I'm not afraid of flying." Sam argued.
"Planes crash!" Dean argued back.
"And apparently clowns kill." Sam pointed out.
"What are you afraid of Y/N?" Dean asked you.
"Please, like I'm gonna tell you." You refused.
"Come on, we told you ours. So share with the class." Dean pushed.
"Fine, porce-do-." You whispered really quietly.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that." Dean said.
"I said, porcelain dolls, okay!?" You growled as Dean laughed.
"Come on Dean, be nice." Sam scolded him.
"Sorry, sorry, why are you scared of them though?" Dean wondered.
"They've got these beady little eyes that feel like they're watching your every move, and they look so creepy." You shared.
"So, these types of murders- They ever happen before?" Dean asked Sam.
"Uh, according to the file, 1981, the bunker brothers circus. Same M.O.-It happened three different times, three different locales." Sam explained.
"It's weird though, if it is a spirit, it's usually bound to a specific locale-A house or a town." Dean voiced.
"So, how's this one moving from city to city? Carnival to Carnival?" Sam wondered.
"Maybe it is attached to something that's a part of the circus or it could not be a spirit at all." You suggested.
"Yeah, or a cursed object. Spirit attaches itself to something, and the carnival carries it around with them." Dean added.
"Great. Paranormal scavenger hunt." Sam grumbled.
"This case was your guys' idea. By the way, why is that? You two were awfully quick to jump on this job." Dean pointed out.
"So?" Sam questioned.
"Well, you both know I've been itching to get back on the road again." You answered.
"I figured Y/N would jump at it, but it's just not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt." Dean stated.
"I don't know-I just think taking this job, it's what dad would have wanted us to do." Sam shared.
"What dad would have wanted?" Dean questioned as he looked over at Sam.
"Yeah. So?" Sam questioned back.
"Nothing." Dean murmured as he looked back at the road.
The next morning you guys arrived in town and the first thing you did was stop off at the carnival to investigate and search for clues."Check it out-Five-0." Dean joked as you noticed two men in suits talking to some clowns by a trailer. You and Sam waited by one of the rides while Dean walked around and asked some questions. While you waited you noticed a clown walking past and you could sense how tense and ridged Sam got as he stared at the clown. "Did you get her number?" Dean teased Sam as he walked back over to you two.
"Were there any more murders?" You asked Dean to change the subject.
"Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds, and they had a little boy with them." Dean informed you guys.
"Who fingered a clown." Sam said as Dean gave him a look. "What?"
"Yes, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air." Dean snipped as he looked around.
"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object, it's like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything." Sam voiced concern.
"Well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything." Dean decided.
"Oh yeah, that won't look weird or anything." You chuckled.
"I guess we'll just have to blend in." Dean hinted as he gestured to a help wanted sign on one of the posts. You had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next. You and Sam followed Dean into one of the nearby tents looking for J.B. Cooper. As you walked in you heard thumping noises as you noticed someone throwing knives at a dart board. "Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?"
"What is that-Some kind of joke?" The man asked as his head turned in your direction. That's when you saw that he was wearing sunglasses and with his reaction to Dean's comment you figured he must have been blind.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, my friend didn't mean anything bad, he just didn't realiz-" You started to apologize.
"It's okay, miss, I've heard them all before." The man shared as he took off his sunglasses to reveal his eyes. "I would give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset or anything at all."
"Want to give me a little help here, Sam?" Dean pleaded as he looked back at Sam.
"Not really." Sam smiled enjoying Dean's distress.
"Hey, Barry, is there a problem?" A dwarf shouted as he walked into the tent.
"Yeah, this guy hates blind people." Barry growled as you and the boys looked at the dwarf.
"No, no, I don't." Dean stuttered as he looked back at Barry.
"Hey, buddy, what's your problem?" The dwarf yelled as he glared at Dean.
"I'm sorry, but it's all just a little misunderstanding." You said trying to come to Dean's defense.
"Little? You b*tch!" The dwarf growled as he directed his anger at you as he started to come at you and Dean with his club.
"No, no, no! Could somebody tell us where Mr. Cooper is?" Dean exclaimed as Sam laughed at the scene in front of him.
"Please?" You begged as you and Dean looked between the dwarf and Barry. Finally the man you were looking for came into the tent and was able to calm Barry and the dwarf down.
Then he led you three to his trailer where he could discuss hiring you. "You three picked a hell of a time to join up." Mr. Cooper commented as he led you three into his trailer which served as his office. "Take a seat. We got all kinds of local trouble." He mentioned as he sat down at his desk. There were only two chairs open a normal chair and one that looked like a clown. Dean quickly sat down in the normal chair so Sam would have to sit in the clown chair, but you took it to give Sam a break from the clowns. He gave you a thankful look as Dean looked a little bummed that his prank failed.
"What do you mean?" Dean wondered.
"A couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever work the circuit before?" Mr. Cooper asked you guys.
"Uh, yes, sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas." Sam lied.
"Doing what? Ride jockeys? Pull shoot? A-and-S men...or woman." Mr. Cooper went on.
"Yeah, a little bit of everything, I guess." Sam mumbled.
"None of you have ever worked a show in your lives before, have you?" Mr. Cooper questioned.
"Nope. But we really need the work. And Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady." Dean laughed.
"You see that picture?" Mr. Cooper asked you as he pointed at a photo framed on the shelf next to him. "That's my daddy."
"You look a lot alike." You observed as you looked at the black and white photo.
"He was in the business-Ran a freak show till they outlawed them most places." Mr. Cooper shared. "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 is 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 the love of your life, have two point five kids, live regular."
"Sir..." Sam began. "...We don't want to go to school. And we don't wanna be regular. We want this." Mr. Cooper said he would hire you three and told you where to get your uniforms. So, you guys left his trailer.
"Huh." Dean murmured under his breath as you three walked away from the trailer.
"What?" Sam asked as he looked over at Dean.
"That whole "I don't want to go back to school" Thing-You just saying that to Cooper, or were you, you know, saying it? Sam?" Dean asked Sam.
"I don't know." Sam answered as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"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." Dean stated.
"I'm having second thoughts." Sam admitted.
"Really?" You were surprised by that.
"Yeah, I think...Dad would have wanted me to stick with the job." Sam explained.
"Since when do you give a d*mn what dad wanted? You spent half your life doing what he didn't want, Sam." Dean growled.
"Since he died, okay? You have a problem with that?" Sam questioned Dean.
"I thought you would be ecstatic, since you hated the idea of Sam leaving and going back to school." You pointed out.
"No, I am, it's just that...nothing its cool." Dean mumbled as he walked away from you and Sam.
Once you each got a jacket, with the carnival's name on the back, you split up and did some odd-jobs around the carnival. Your job was to pick up half-eaten food and trash off the ground and change the cans scattered around the attractions and food stalls. You lost track of Sam and Dean a while ago, there has been a bit of awkwardness between them since John died, and that conversation didn't help matters. You just walked around picking up trash and checking for any cans that needed changed as you covertly used your EMF detector to search for any haunted objects. As you walked you saw a fun house nearby and you thought it might be a good place to check. As you walked inside it was dark and there you were surrounded by mirrors. You could hear creepy laughing with carnival music playing in the background. As you walked around a corner you ran into a couple of girls screaming then laughing causing you to jump a bit as they walked by you. You scanned the objects that were meant to scare people but none of them reacted to the EMF. You continued to walk when suddenly a skeleton dropped down from the ceiling in your face making you jump again. You took a breath and rolled your eyes as you pushed it out of your face. Suddenly the music stopped for a second and you heard classic rock music playing which you jump again.
"Dammit!" You grumbled under your breath realizing it was your phone and Dean was calling you. "Hello?" You answered in a huff getting tired of this stupid fun house.
"Hey, what's the matter? Did you find one of those porcelain dolls?" Dean teased you through the phone.
"Haha, very funny. No, let's just say the fun house isn't so fun." You replied as you walked out of the fun house.
"Really, I thought with all the hunting we've done you would have been used to horror shows by now." Dean assumed.
"There's a big difference between scary and creepy and this carnival falls in the latter." You quipped. "It was a skeleton by the way."
"Like a real human skeleton?" Dean wondered.
"Yeah, but it didn't give off any EMF." You shared.
"We should check it out anyway. I'm heading to you." Dean decided.
"Okay, what about Sam?" You asked him.
"Eh, we'll catch up with him later." Dean said as he quickly hung up.
You waited for what felt like forever outside the fun house for Dean to join you. Finally you saw he weaving through the crowds to get to you."That took a while." You commented as he walked up to you.
"Long story." Dean huffed out of breath.
"Mommy, look at the clown." You heard a little say as she and her mom passed you two.
"What clown?" Her mom asked and you two walked over to see what the girl was pointing at, but there was nothing there. "Come on, sweetie. Come on." You and Dean looked at each other then at the girl and her mother.
Once you were done working you and Dean met up with Sam and explained what happened to him, then you guys followed the girl and her parents back to their house in case anything happened to them. Dean parked the van in front of the family's house as you watched them go inside. "Dean, I cannot believe you told the papasian about the homicidal phantom clown." Sam scoffed.
"I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown." Dean corrected as he pulled his shotgun out to make it was loaded.
"Keep that down." Sam told him as he pushed the shotgun down onto Dean's lap.
"Oh, and get this. I mentioned the bunker brothers circus in '81 and their evil-clown apocalypse. Guess what." Dean began.
"What?" You wondered as you leaned forward from the backseat.
"Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for the bunker brothers. He was their lot manager." Dean revealed.
"Oh, so you're thinking maybe this thing is attached to him?" You wondered.
"Something like that." Dean nodded as he looked at the house. "I can't believe we keep talking about clowns." A few hours passed until it was just after one in the morning with the living room light suddenly turned on. Sam and Dean had fallen asleep in the front seat while you stayed awake. You quickly shook them awake and pointed towards the house. The little girl was walking through the living room. Sam and Dean snuck into the house while you stayed outside to cover the front door. You could see the form of the little girl and what you assumed to be the clown walking by the front door. Suddenly you heard the girl scream at the top of her lungs and shouting, along with gunfire. You saw the clown about to jump through the glass so you shot at the front door with your shotgun causing the window to shatter. You shielded your eyes from the glass, but when you looked back it was gone.
"What's going on in here?" You heard as the father and mother shouted at you guys. You quickly ran away back to the van and you three made a quick getaway.
Early the next morning you and the boys decided to abandon the van in the forest just outside of town, just in case anyone saw your car. You guys gathered everything into your duffel bags and backpacks and started the long walk back to town. "You really think they saw our plates?" Sam questioned as he zipped up his backpack.
"I don't want to take the chance." Dean explained as he closed the trunk. "Besides, I hate this freaking thing anyway. Well, one thing's for sure."
"What's that?" Sam wondered.
"We're not dealing with a spirit. That rock salt hit something solid." Dean stated.
"Yeah, but it vanished right in front of us." You pointed out.
"Yeah, but maybe it's a creature that can make itself invisible." Sam suggested.
"Okay, so an evil clown-like creature that can turn invisible and likes to munch on parents, either of you hunt something like that before?" You asked them.
"No, what kind of thing likes to dress up as a clown for kicks?" Dean wondered. "Did it say anything in Dad's journal?"
"Nope." Sam shook his head as he pulled on his phone.
"Who are you calling?" You asked Sam.
"Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash will know something. Hey, you guys think, uh...You think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?" Sam supposed.
"No way." Dean denied.
"Then why didn't he tell us about her?" Sam questioned.
"Maybe they had a falling out." You speculated.
"Yeah." Sam murmured. "Dean, you ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?" Sam pointed out, but Dean didn't respond he just kept walking. "Don't get all maudlin on me, man."
"What do you mean?" Dean scoffed.
"I mean this strong, silent thing of yours. It's crap. I'm over it." Sam raised his voice. "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-" Dean spat.
"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." Sam stated.
"I don't care how you try to cope with John's death, but you shouldn't ignore us or try to push us away." You argued.
"Listen, I'm your brother, after everything we've been through Y/N is like family to us, all right? We just want to make sure you're okay." Sam expressed.
"Dude guys, I'm okay! I'm okay!" Dean shouted. "I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked Dean as you three stopped walking.
"I just think that it's really interesting to me. 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 picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he's gone you want to make it right? Well, I'm sorry, Sam, But you can't. It's too little too late." Dean ranted.
"Why are you saying this to me?" Sam asked Dean.
"Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this. I'm dealing with Dad's death. Are you?" Dean yelled. There was a heavy air between Sam and Dean and you weren't sure how to intervene.
"I'm gonna call Ellen." Sam stated in a low tone as he walked away from you and Dean. You and Dean followed after Sam without speaking a word to each other. You finally caught up with Sam once he stopped walking while on the phone. "Thanks a lot. Rakshasa."
"What is that?" You wondered as you guys started walking together again.
"Ellen's best guess." Sam answered as they avoided eye contact with each other. You rolled your eyes you needed to figure out a way to patch things up between them. "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 to."
"That would explain the clown suit, they dress up and the kids invite them in." You agreed.
"Why don't they just munch on the kids?" Dean questioned.
"No idea, not enough meat on the bones, maybe?" Sam speculated.
"What else do you find out?" You asked Sam.
"Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects, and they have to feed a few times every twenty to thirty years-Slow metabolism, I guess." Sam explained.
"Well, that makes sense-The carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81." Dean interjected.
"Yeah, and probably more before that." Sam went on.
"Don't we know someone who worked both shows?" You hinted.
"Cooper." Sam and Dean said in unison.
"Now that I'm thinking about it, that picture of his father, that looks too much like him." You mentioned.
"You think maybe it was him?" Dean wondered.
"Well, who knows how old he is?" Sam pointed out.
"Ellen say how to kill him?" Dean asked Sam.
"Legend goes a dagger made of pure brass." Sam shared.
"I think I know where we can get one of those." You voiced.
"Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna want to make d*mn sure it's him." Sam advised.
"Oh, you're such a stickler for details, Sammy." Dean quipped. "All right, Y/N'll round up the blade. We'll go check if Cooper's got bedbugs."
So you guys returned to the carnival grounds that night and split up. You found Papazian, the blind man who was throwing knives earlier and asked him if he had any brass knives."Oh, well, I got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I got a brass one, though." Papazian explained as he led you into a storage room in one of the tents. You closed the door behind you two as he banged his cane on the trunk next to you. "Check the trunk." So you opened the trunk and found some costumes and props, but no dagger. That's when you noticed a familiar clown suit and wig from earlier. You quickly realized that Papazian was the Rakshasa. "Did you find one?"
"Oh, n-no. There's nothing in there." You stuttered slightly trying to figure out what to do. "I think I should go, I'll figure something else out."
"What's the rush why don't you stay for dinner?" Papazian cooed as he took his sunglasses off to reveal his perfectly normal eyes. Then you saw them turn white like a snake's eyes and he vanished in a puff of smoke.
You tried the door, but it was stuck and you couldn't get it open. Then you gasped as a knife was suddenly thrown at your face almost nicking your nose. You stepped away from the door and looked around but Papazian was still invisible. Then he threw another knife at you, but you dodged it easily. "Ugh, will you stop it!" You shouted frantically looking for a solution. You decided to try and break the door down like you've seen the brothers do in the past. You quickly took a few steps back and rammed your shoulder into it as hard as you could, thankfully it was made of cheap wood as it broke easier than you thought. You ran as fast as you could away from Papazian when you ran past Sam and Dean.
"Hey." Sam called as you suddenly stopped causing you to slide in the dirt.
"So, Cooper thinks we're a couple of peeping toms, but it's not him." Dean shared.
"Yeah, I know. It's Papazian, he just tried to kill me." You revealed as you got up off the ground and dusted the dirt off your jeans. "Oh, and by the way he isn't blind."
"Well, did you get-" Sam began.
"No, he attacked me before I could get it." You answered as you looked around for him, that's when you noticed the fun house nearby.
"Looks like it's one of those days." Dean quipped.
"I might have an idea, though." You said as you ran into the fun house with the boys following you. You remembered one of the objects in the fun house had some brass tubes attached to them and you hoped they could work. You walked quickly through the fun house with them right behind you a set of doors closed separating you from Sam and Dean.
"Y/N!" You could hear them shout to you from the other side of the door.
"Sam! Dean!" You called back to them. "Guys! You need to follow the maze, okay?" You continued down the hall as you heard growling and laughing all around you. You started to hear calliope music playing as you reached the organ with the brass pipes attached to it. You ran up to it and tried to grab one of the pipes, but they were burning hot from the steam coming out of them. You cried out a bit as you flinched and pulled your hands away. You braced yourself as you tried to grab just one of the pipes, but it was hard to hold and it wouldn't budge.
"Hey." Dean greeted you as him and Sam finally met up with you.
"Have you seen him?" You asked them as you let go of the pipe.
"No." Sam answered.
"Shouldn't we see his clothes walking around?" Dean wondered as they looked around, when suddenly some knives came out of nowhere and pinned Sam and Dean to the wall.
"Ow!" They grunted as they tried to pull the knives out of the wall. "Y/N!" You took a deep breath, gathered all of your strength and pulled on the pipe as hard as you could, finally getting it free. You stepped into the middle of the room looking around for Papazian when a knife flew at your head you dodged it and looked around some more.
"Do you guys see it?" You asked them.
"No!" They shouted in unison still struggling to get the knives free. You looked back at them to see Dean reach up and pull a steam valve, causing the room and hallway to fill up with steam.
"Y/N, behind you! behind you!" Sam shouted as you thrusted the pipe behind you. You heard hissing and growl as you turned around and saw Papazian's eyes floating in front of you. You grunted as you pushed the deeper into his body. You watched as he body disappeared leaving only his clothes and the pipe behind. Sam and Dean joined you as they stared down at the body.
"I hate fun houses." You spoke as you took a few deep breaths.
Now that the case was over you three returned to the Roadhouse to fill Ellen in on what happened and see if Ash figured anything out with John's files. "You three did a hell of a job. John would be proud." Ellen smiled as she gave each of you a beer as you sat at the bar. "That goes for you too Y/N, you definitely take after your parents."
"Thanks, I don't know how they would feel about me hunting, but I'd like to continue their work." You decided as you sipped your beer. Jo walked over and stood next to Dean while she and Dean gave you and Sam a look.
"Oh, yeah, I've got to, uh...I've got to go..over there...right now." Sam stuttered as he left the counter. They turned their look to you.
"Fine, whatever." You sighed as you rolled your eyes and decided to go outside and get some air. You looked back through the window to see Dean laughing with Jo and it irritated you a bit, but you weren't sure why. You shook your head and pushed those thoughts away.
You guys returned to Bobby's and on the way back the boys filled you in on what Ash told them and things went back to normal, Dean worked on the Impala and Sam was doing his own thing. A couple of days later you were about to go help Dean with the car when you heard him and Sam talking. You weren't sure why, but for some reason you hid nearby and listened instead of joining the conversation.
"You were right." Sam stated.
"About what?" Dean asked as he got up and stopped working.
"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 is too little. It's too late. 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. I'll let you get back to work." Sam explained as his voice cracked a bit. Then Sam walked away and you ducked down so he wouldn't see you. Then Dean grabbed a crow bar and shattered a car window next to him. Then he beat the trunk lid of the Impala over and over again as he cried out in rage. Your heart broke for those boys because they were hurting and you couldn't help them.
