Epsiode: Season 2 Episode 2

Part: 3

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

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

Enjoy~

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~Near the funhouse~

Dean approached Sam.

"What took you so long?"

"Long story."

"Mommy, look at the clown!" A little girl said. Dean and Sam both look over to see a little girl pointing at something.

"What clown?" They look to where thelittle girl is pointing, but dont see anything.

"Come on, sweetie, come on."

The brothers shared a look.

~The family's home~

Dean, Sam, and (M/n) were on a stakeout outside the family's home.

"I cannot believe you threw a knife at a mans head!" Sam told the demon.

"What? No one noticed." The boy shrugged.

"What if they did! You'd be in big trouble."

Dena pulled a gun and cocked it. Sam grabs at it, pushing Dean's hands down.

"Keep that down!"

~Later~

Dean was sleeping as a light goes on in the dining room. Sam shook him awake. Inside, the little girl goes to the front door, where the phantom clown is waiting.

"Wanna come in and play?" She asked.

The clown nodded, takes her hand and is led inside.

As the girl leads the clown down the hallway, the boys were already hiding in wait, weapons ready.

"Wanna see mommy and daddy? They're upstairs."

Sam leaps out and grabs the girl, who starts screaming, as Dean shoots the clown in the chest. It falls on its back, then gets up as Dean is cocking the shotgun again.

"Sam, watch out!"

The clown leaps out the window, turning invisible as it run away.

"I'll follow it." (M/n) said as he dissapeeared.

The parents come rushing out.

"What's going on here? Get away from my-"

"Oh my god, what are you doing to my daughter!?"

"Who the hell are you? Get out! Get out of my house!" The dad yelled.

Dean and Sam leave the girl and run away fast.

"Mommy, daddy, they shot my clown!"

~Back road~

Dean and Sam have parked the minivan off the side of a road and are digging out their belongings-including the license plates.

"You really think they saw our plates?" Sam asked.

"I dont wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this friggin' thing anyway."

They start walking down the road.

"Well, one thing's for sure."

"What's that?"

"We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid."

"Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?"

"Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kiks? Did it say anything in dad's journal?"

"Nope."

(M/n) showed back up next to them. "I lost it."

Sam pulled out his cell phone.

"Who are you calling?" Dean asked.

"Maybe Ellen ot that guy Ash'll know something. Hey, you think, uh, you think dad and Ellen ever had a thing?"

"No way."

"Then why didn't he tell us about her?"

"I dont know, maybe they had some sort of falling out."

"Yeah. You ever notice dad had a falling out with just about everybody?" Dean nodded casually. Sam lowered his phone. "Well, dont get all maudlin on me, man."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this "strong silent" thing of yours, it's crap."

"Oh, god."

"I'm over it."

"Sam, your father just died. Dean doesn't have to say anything about it. Maybe silence is his way of coping. Now shut up!" (M/n) yelled, the whole thing was annoying him. Sam stayed silent((auto correct has stopped workning T^T))

~Later~

"Thank alot." Sam hung up the phone. "Rakashasa."

"What's that?"

"Ellen's best guess. It's a race of anciet Hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home wihtout first being invited." ((Currently eating my leftver dinner at 9;39 in the morning))

"I've heard of them." The demon commented.

"So they dress up like clowns, and the children invite 'em in."

"Yeah."

"Why don't they just munch on the kids?"

"No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?"

"What else'd you fin out?" The oldest Winchester asked.

"Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects." Sam said, the demon gave a face of disgust.

"Nice."

"Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess."

"Well, that makes sense. I mean, the Carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81."

"Right. Probably more before that."

"Hey, who do we know that worked both shows?" The oldest asked.

"Cooper?"

"Cooper."

"That picture of his father, that could have been him?" (M/n) asked.

The boys nodded.

"Ellen say how to kill him?"

"Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass."

"I think I know where to get one of those."

"Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're going to want to make damn sure it's him."

"Oh, you're such a stickler for details, Sammy." They smiled. "All right, I'll round up the blade, you and (M/n) check if Cooper's got bedbugs....And no killing each other."

~Carnival~Night~

Sam picked the lock on Cooper's trailer and went inside, the demon following behind. Elsewhere, the blind man is leading Dean.

In Cooper's trailer, Sam pulls out a pocket knife and starts slicing open the mattress. He had (M/n) on look out, before his voice rising up scared him.

"Um, Sam, I hate to be a bearer of bad news." A shotgun cocked. Sam looked and saw Cooper behind the boy, pointing the gun at his back. (M/n) was giving Sam a look that said 'please let me kill him already.'

"What so you think you two are doing?" Cooper asked them.

In the Blind man's trailer, he leads Dean in and taps a trunk with his cane.

"Check the trunk."

Dean opens the trunk and finds a red clown wig. He pauses, then stands.

"You?"

The man dropped his cane, pulls off his glasses, his eyes look normal. "Me." His eyes get cloudy, his face begins to melt. He waves, then his face disappears, Cheshire-cat style with his eyes glowing last.

Dean struggles with the door in the man's trailer, trying to get out. A knife flies past his head to bury in the door. He jumps. Another lands with a thunk a little higher.

"All right!" He manages to get the door open and books it out of the place, tumbling. Outside Sam and (M/n) walk over to him.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

"So. Cooper thinks I'm a peeping Tom, but it's not him." Sam said.

"Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere."

"Well, did you get the-"

"The brass blades? No. No, it's just been one of those days."

"I got an idea. Come on."

They went to the funhouse. As (M/n) went in first, the door slams between them. They struggles to open it.

"(M/n)!" Dean yelled.

"Dean! Dean, we need to find the maze, okay? (M/n) hold on, we're gonna find a way in!" Sam told him.

"Easy for you to say."

The boy started to walk, finding a pipe organ, which is giving on steam. He grabs a pipe, the heat not hurting him, and pulled off the pipe. "Good thing your dead, (M/n), or you'd be dead by now." The demon said.

Dean and Sam came around the corner.

"Hey."

"Sup."

"Where is it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, I mean, shouldn't we see it's clothes walking around?"

A knife flies past (M/n), pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another one goes in his hand, making him drop the pipe, to which he screamed in pain. Sam grabbed it. "I think he's pissed that I threw a knife at his head."

"Probably."

A knife flew by Sam's head, he dodges it.

"Dean, where is he?"

"I don't know!"

Dean reached up and pulls a lever; more steam pours from the pipe organ, giving a vague shape to the invisible attacker, which Dean ca see.

"Sam, behind you! Behind you!"

Sam stabs the pipe behind him without looking. He turns and sees it buried in the still-invisible creature, blood pouring from the wound. (M/n) got himself free. They look to where it's fallen and see only empty clothes and a bloody pipe.

"I hate funhouses." (M/n) said.

~Roadhouse Saloon~

Dean, Sam, and (M/n) were sitting at the bar; Ellen lays down a couple of beers.

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

"Thanks." Sam said, drinking.

Jo sat down on the other side of Dean. (M/n) glared at her, giving her a little growl. Which made her quickly get up and run off somewhere. Sam chuckled a bit and Dean kissed (M/n)'s cheek.

"Calm down, Cujo." Dean chuckled.

"So, (M/n), your...a...demon? That's being hunted by other demons?" Ellen asked, which he nodded too.

"Basically."

"Okay, then..."

The back door opens and Ash enters, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop.

"Where you guys been? Benn waitin' for ya."

"We were working a job, Ash."

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

Ash sets the laptop down on a table. It looks homemade, with exposed wiring.

"Did you find the demon?"

"It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie."

"What do you mean?" The demon asked.

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

"Ash, where did you learn to do all this?"

"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for....fighting." The man said.

"M.I.T?"

"It's a school in Boston."

"Okay. Give us a call as soon as you know something?" Dean asked the man.

"Si, si, compadre."

Dean takes another sip of his beer, then sets it down. Ash picks it up and drinks. Dean and Sam head for the door.

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

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

"Okay."

~Junkyard~

Dean is working on the car again, Sam pacing nearby, (M/n) was in the house with Bobby, looking at their fathers journal.

"You were right."

"About what?" The oldest asked the youngest.

"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's too little. It's too late." His lip trembled. "I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all." Tears gathered in Sam's eyes. "I'll let you get back to work."

Sam left. Dean is still for a moment. He picked up a crowbar and smashes the window of a nearby car. The he starts slamming it into the trunk of his own car, over and over. The crowbar clatter to the ground, and Dean looks after where Sam had gone, lip trembling.