*3rd POV*
"Killer clowns? C'mon, you'd think they could come up with something that is not normal! Killer clowns have been hot in the media since the '87 movie IT," a man tells his friend over the phone," I'm taking my kids to this fair to have Irene give me half the custody back." He steps inside his car after he buckles up his kids.
Still on the phone and laughing about the rumored fair, he pulls into the parking lot of the supposed fair. It was bright out and the weather was sort of chilly. He buys the tickets and his kids go running away. He didn't seem to realize it until he hung up on his phone call. There was a mysterious and creepy carnival person watching him from afar. He rubbed it off and continued to look for his kids. He lets out a breath of relief when he sees them in the playhouse.
Hours later, the family arrives home. The kids had fallen asleep and the dad carried them inside. He was quite tired himself so after changing and putting the kids to sleep, he fell asleep not too long after. Around 3:15 AM, the security alarm was turned off before it could go off. Someone or something had followed them home. The weird entity made its way upstairs, towards the father's room first. It slips underneath the door and forms itself back at the end of the father's bed.
The father wakes up, wanting to use the restroom. The entity pins him down to the head and the dad opens his eyes more, seeing clearly. He sees the entity in the shape of a clown with a really big smile. It kind of resembled Pennywise except it was real rather than fictional. The clown entity then forms a knife out of thin air and begins to stab him. After stabbing the father to death, the clown then heads to the kids' room and does the same thing.
*****
*1st POV*
The phone began to blast in my ear as my ringtone went off. I didn't bother looking at the caller ID before answering. The comforting voice of Sam Winchester called out from the other end.
"Hey Sammy," I yawned, "what's up?"
"Are you just now waking up?" he commented.
"Yeah, so what? Anyway, someone better be dying," I joke.
"Um, Y/N," Sam said, a serious tone in his voice, "that's not funny. I have a case that I was looking into that just happened."
He proceeded to relay the information on the case and what caught my attention was the missing details like forced entry and the murder weapon. I was in the state because my boss had stationed me here to capture another serial killer going around. The details Sam described fit the other cases that I had on this serial killer.
"Do you think it might be supernatural?" Sam questioned.
"That might be the only explication left," I confirmed, "no use in trying to make it make sense."
"Can you meet us at the crime scene?" he continued.
"Yep, I'll be there in 20."
I hung up on him before he could say anything else. I just sigh deeply, closing my eyes for a quick second, letting reality take its toll. I so happened to work for the FBI for real. None of that fake shit so Sam and Dean knew how to get away with working cases while I was around. Sometimes, for fun, I used to have the people call Bobby's hotline instead of my actual boss. Bobby was crude while my boss was kind and patient. I saw the Impala park behind me after 25 minutes of waiting right by the crime scene.
The two boys wore navy suits and I noticed Dean was wearing the tie I had given to him years ago. It was one of my dad's favorites and apparently, it was Dean's favorite too. They walk to my side of the car, Dean knocking on the window as he stands farther away from the door. I roll my window down, feeling the autumn wind blowing in my face.
"You've been pulled over for stealing my heart," Dean flirted.
"As I keep telling you," I say as I get out of the car, "I ain't interested."
"Y/N," he gasped, "I'm just joking."
We both laugh as we exchange hugs. Sammy says a very quiet 'hello' as he tries his best to side-hug me. I quickly put on my blazer and grabbed my badge and gun from the glove compartment.
