Episode: Season 2 Episode 2

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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After the two had their little fun in the back of the van, Dean and (M/n) came back in the saloon.

"Its about time." Sam commented. "Check this out."

Sam showed Dean the papers.

"Yeah."

"A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt."

"Yeah. So?"

"So, I told her we'd check it out."

~On the highway~

Back in the minivan, that Sam will never look at the same ever again, the boys were on their way. It's raining; Sam has the research open in his lap.

"A killer clown?" (M/n) asked.

"Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually."

"And this family was at some carnival that night?" Dean asked.

"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals."

"So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?"

"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course." Sam said.

"Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?" Dean chuckled.

"Oh, give me a break."

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

"Well, at least I'm not afraid of flying."

"Planes crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill!" The demon couldn't help but laugh at the two.

"So these types of murders, they ever happen before?"

"According to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales."

"Its weird, though, I'm mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house or a town." Dean commented.

"So how's this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?"

"Maybe its not a spirit?" The demon questioned.

The brothers shrugged.

~Funhouse, night~

A little boy and his father are going through the funhouse at the carnival. The boy is playing a hand-held videogame and not really paying attention.

"Check it out. Hey, look, Evan! Scary!" The boys dad said.

"Yeah, dad. Scary."

"No, it's over here. Wow. You know, when I was your age this would have scared the pants off of me."

The boy ignores him. He looks up and sees a creepy clown waving at him. He looks around and the clown is gone.

"Evan? Hey! What is it?"

"I...I saw a clown!" The boy exclaimed.

"Don't be afraid of clowns. They're nice, they're your friends. Okay? Come on."

~Evan's home, night~

Evan's parents were asleep; he places a hand on his dad's arm.

"Dad. Dad!"

"Evan? What is it?" His dad woke up slowly.

"You were right! He is my friend!"

"Huh?" He looks up to see the clown holding Evan's hand. It smiles and he screams.

~Carnival, day~

The boys were talking to some carnies.

"Check it out. Five-oh." Dean said.

Sam stands with his hands in his pockets as a three-foot-tall woman in a clown outfit passes him. He stares at her, nervous, and she stares back before moving on. Dean and (M/n) came up to him.

"Did you get her number?"

"More murders?" Sam asked, scowling.

"Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them." Demon said.

"A clown, who apparently vanished into thin air."

"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything."

"Well, it's bound to give off a EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything."

"Oh, good, that's nice and inconspicuous."

Dean saw a "Help wanted....S. Cooper" sign.

"I guess we'll just have to blend in."

"I don't like the sound of this."

~Blind man's tent~

A man is throwing knives at a target; they all land near but not quite on bulls-eye.

"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?"

"What is that, some kind of joke?" He pulls off his sunglasses, he's blind.

"Oh. God, I'm, I'm sorry."

"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?" The man said.

"Wanna give me a little help here?" Dean quietly asked Sam.

"Not really."

Dean turned, then looked down to see an extremely short man in a red cape.

"Yeah, this guy hates blind people."

"No, I don't, I..."

"Hey buddy, what's your problem?" The short man asked.

"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding."

"Little?! You son of a bitch!"

(M/n) whistled a loud whistle. "Somebody tell us where Mr. Cooper is or the blind man will go deaf and the short man gets more short."

~Mr. Cooper's office~

"You boys picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat." Mr. Cooper said.

Dean looked at the available chairs; one is a normal, the other is pink, with a giant clown face on it. He beats Sam to the normal chair. Sam scowls, fidgeting before sitting gingerly in the clown chair.

"We've got all kinds of local trouble."

"What do you mean?" The demon asked the man.

"Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So you three ever worked the circuit before?"

"Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas." Sam said.

"Doing what? Ride jockies? Butcher? ANS Men?"

"Yeah, it's, uh, little bit of everything, I guess."

"You guys never worked a show in your lives before, have you?"

"Nope. But our friend (M/n) here has. Fire eating, sword swallowing, the whole nine yards."

"Is that so?" Cooper looked at the boy, who nodded and smiled.

"You see that picture? That's my daddy." Cooper told the boys.

"You look just like him."

"He was in the business. Ran a freak show. Till they outlawed them, most places. 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, it's 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 a couple girls. Have two point five kids. Live regular." The man said.

Dean was going to say something, but (M/n) leans forward, eyes serious. "Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this."

Sam and Dean looked at the boy.

~Later~

Sam is wearing a red "COOPER CARNIVAL" jacket and picking up trash, while surreptitiously scanning with the EMF reader. He goes into the fun house, still scanning. A skeleton falls from the ceiling; Sam scans it, not getting a reading, but looks like he has an idea.

Wearing a similar uniform jacket, Dean is putting trash into a dumpster when his cell phone rings. He picks it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man." Sam said.

"What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown."

"Very funny. Skeleton, actually."

"Like a real human skeleton?" Dean asked.

"In the funhouse. Listen, I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object- what if its attached to its own remains?" The younger Winchester said.

"Did the bones give off a EMF?"

"Well, no, but-"

"We should check it out anyway. I'm heading to you." Dean hung up the phone, the Blind man grabs his arm.

"What are you doing here kid?"

"I'm...I was just sweeping."

"Bull. And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What EMF?" The man asked.

"Dude, your blind man hearing is out of control."

"We're a tight-knit group. We don't like outsiders. We take care of our own problems."

"We got a problem?" Dean asked.

"You tell me-" Before the man could finish, a knife went flying by his head, lodging into the building next to them. Dean looked at it with wide eyes and looked to see who threw it, it was none other then (M/n). The blind man let go of Dean.

"Oops, sorry. It slipped out of my hand."