Comfort Crowd Δ SPN [ 1 ]

119. CLOWNS

Sam leans against a car and is reading a newspaper, waiting on Dean in the payphone so he can talk to Frank. The girls are sitting on the hood of the current car they're using, each having their own Slurpee's and Libby has a bag of Doritos.

The girl has recently been getting some of her appetite back, not needing as much persuasion to finish a meal as she used to. She mostly just eats snacks, Sam still forcing her to eat at least one actual meal.

The phone rings and Dean answers it, "Hello?" ""I am the eggman."" "Seriously, Frank, payphones? I mean, come on. I-I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it." "Fred Savage? Really?" "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."

Dean hangs up with a scowl on his face as he goes to his family.

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

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

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

"No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But..." Sam holds up the newspaper, showing Dean the headline. "I might have found something over in Kansas."

"All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simply rules, okay? No babies. 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."

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Sam and the girls are at the motel and Sam's phone rings, him answering it.

"Hey." Sam greets.

"Hey. You remember a chain called Plucky Pennywhistle's?" Dean asks.

"No." Sam answers after a moment.

"Really? Could have swore you loved those places." Dean says.

"No, dude, I hated them. Uh, you would dump me and go trolling for chicks." Sam says.

"It's not like I left you in jail. I mean, those places are supposed to be fun." Dean says.

"Fun? Uh, they're lame. And they smell like puke. And the ice cream is all grainy."

"All right, don't have one of your episodes, okay? I'm just saying I hit a dead end with this whole wishes gone wild thing, but both kids were at Plucky's day of. Look, why don't you go check out the local Plucky's and ask about this Billy kid?"

"Look, man, w-why don't I just... why don't I just wait for you to get back?"

"No can do, Hermano. I'm on my way to talk to little Billy."

"Why--why-- why don't I talk to Billy right now?"

"Wait, wait, wait. This isn't about your, uh, clown thing, is it?"

"What?! No!"

"Sammy?"

"No."

"You're lying." Ophelia comments.

"I hate that you can do that." Sam says. Ophelia grins.

"Yeah, what in the world did they do to you?" Dean asks his brother. "All right, you know what? Never mind. Just that know 99.99% of all clowns can't hurt you. Okay? And if it bleeds you can kill it." He hangs up.

"If it bleeds, you can kill it." Sam whispers to himself. "Okay, you two. Let's go."

"Wha-- why do we have to go?" Ophelia asks.