The Curse of Sight

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[Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie]

(The Slice Girls isn't here because I didn't feel like writing a filler episode like so.)

Sam and Sitka ran around a corner and hid behind a vehicle in a deserted light industrial area.

Sam spoke aloud. "It's okay. They can't hurt you. They can't hurt you. "If it bleeds, you can kill it." Yeah. "If it bleeds, you can kill it.""

Sitka nodded. "Good thing to remember. Now how they hell are you going to kill something you're terrified of?"

Sam looked over the vehicle and saw a clown with green hair, yellow pants and a red jacket standing a short distance away. The clown laughed and ran towards Sam and Sitka, who ran first towards a high fence and then to a door. The clown ran after him, raising its knees exaggeratedly high with each stride. Sam broke open the door and bolted it behind him once Sitka was inside.

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT

Sam and Sitka moved some metal objects in front of the door and looked around the building, which was what they guessed to be a large garage or workshop. They heard a crash behind them and turned to see the clown coming through the door, laughing. Sam started walking away from the first clown, but another clown, which was also laughing, had appeared in front of him. Sam stopped and the second clown zoomed closer.

Sitka blasted the clown back and tsked as he said, "Bad clown."

EXT. PARK OR REST AREA PARKING LOT - DAY

Sam and Sitka were leaning against a Jeep reading a newspaper.

60:00:00 Earlier

59:59:59 Earlier

59:59:58 Earlier

59:59:57 Earlier

The phone on a nearby phone booth rang.

Dean answered the phone. "Hello? "I am the Eggman.""

Sam smiled briefly. Sitka chuckled softly and Haven gave a light smile. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, Frank, pay phones? I mean, come on. I-I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it." ... "Fred Savage?" ... "Yeah, no, I know, big mouths are everywhere." ... Uh, well, since you asked, some actual intel on the Dick Roman guy would be nice." ... "Fine. All right." ... "Yeah, good looking out."

The phone clicked as Frank ended the call. Dean hung up, scowled at his hand and walked towards Sam, Sitka and Haven.

"I hope he finds something quick," Dean said. "This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese."

"So, we got dick on Dick?" Sam asked.

"That's a vivid way of putting it. You three find anything on Wonder Woman?"

"No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But..." He held up the Wichita Sun. The headline was 'Peculiar death baffles authorities', "...I might have found something over in Kansas."

"All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies." Sam, Sitka and Haven smiled. "In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze - no hot chicks of any kind."

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say-"

"Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool." Dean walked to another car. A sign on a nearby building read 'Welcome to Idaho.'

INT. MORGUE - DAY

A doctor pulled back a sheet from the body of a middle-aged man. The body was covered in circular raised sores of various sizes that appeared to have been made by tentacles. Dean, Sitka and Sam were wearing FBI suits and Haven was wearing her FBI dress.