² Deception - Dean Winchester

Four

Jenny parked outside of Cooper's Carnival, an eerie feeling settling in her stomach as she looked at all of the clowns. "I thought clowns are carnivals were supposed to be colorful."

"Don't tell me you're scared of clowns, too?" Dean laughed and Jenny shot him a glare, turning the car off.

"Being scared of clowns is Sam's thing. I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt to make clowns- HOLY SHIT!" Jenny jumped back into Dean and Sam screamed. A clown stared at her through the drivers window, slapping a hand to her chest as it dashed off.

"You two are big babies." Dean joked, Jenny elbowing him in the stomach. "Ow!"

"Sorry. Must have slipped." She hesitantly got out of the car. "I'm not scared of clowns. But if I see that fucker again, I'm punching him in the squeaky nose."

The three slowly came to a stop as they saw many squad cars filed by the front entrance, glancing at one another. Sam turned to stare at a three foot tall clown, who stared back before walking away.

Dean started pulling out his fake ID and walking to the cops, Jenny shuffling over to Sam. "Maybe sleeping with a clown will rid your fear of them."

"Shut up."

Jenny hummed in amusement as Dean walked back over, the two hunters turning to him. "More
murders?" Sam asked, his brother nodding.

"Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them." Jenny crossed her arms at the news, looking around again.

"Who fingered a clown." Dean and Jenny gave Sam an odd look. "What?"

"Fingered a clown'?" She repeated, and Sam pressed his lips together. "Better your words, Samurai."

"Yeah, 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."

"Not to mention, if this is a cursed object, then the kids would of had to take it home with them." Jenny stated, sighing. "I really don't think this is a cursed—"

She stopped herself short when she noticed a mind, who seemed to be staring directly at her through his sunglasses. She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes feeling as if they couldn't move away. "Jen?"

The woman quickly turned to look at Dean, who was watching her with worry. "You alright?" He asked, Jenny looking back to see the blind man had disappeared.

"I really hate carnivals." She mumbled, looking around again. "What's the plan?"

"We'll just have to blend in."

...

A man was throwing knives at a target when the hunting trio walked in; they all land near but not quite on bulls-eye.

"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?" The man suddenly paused, turning to the three but not looking at them. Jenny's odd feeling in her stomach came back as she neared the man, and stood further away than Sam and Dean.

"What is that, some kind of joke?" The man asked, taking off his sunglasses to reveal he was blind. Dean's eyes widened in panic.

"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 continued, Sam and Jenny turning away to stifle their laughter.