Sam 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.""
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, 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.
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Sam moved some metal objects in front of the door and looked around the building, which was what he guessed to be a large garage or workshop. He heard a crash behind him 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.
EXT. PARK OR REST AREA PARKING LOT - DAY
Sam was 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 and Penelope smiled briefly. 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 and Penelope following.
"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 two 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 and Penelope 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 and Sam were wearing FBI suits and Penelope was wearing her FBI dress.
"Ohh," Dean commented. "Those are not the fun kind of hickeys."
"You're - you're saying an octopus did this?" Sam asked.
"Not just any octopus," the doctor replied. "Based on welt diameter, entreoctopus dofleini."
"And for those of us who skipped the entreoctopus class?" Dean questioned.
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Things We Lost in the Fire
Mystery / ThrillerThe apocalypse was thwarted, but at the cost of one's soul, in bargain to keep another safe. One who is a trusted friend betrays those closest to him. A door has been opened, bringing about fangs and black goo. Tablets reveal the possibility to cl...
