Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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Our last pit stop resulted in me stealing the front seat from Sam, which I actually thought he might fight me for once he walked out of the store. Now I sat next to Dean as he put the van in park outside of the carnival.
"Check it out," Dean said. "Five-O."
"Oh, wow, there are police at an active crime scene," I said. "Shocking, Winchester, really."
Dean shot me a look.
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"Staring is rude," I told Sam as his eyes followed a woman dressed as a clown wearily.
"Did you get her number?" Dean teased as he joined us, arm settling over my shoulder. He had just gone to talk to the police.
Sam blinked, then shook his head. "More murders?"
"Two more last night," Dean stated. "Apparently, they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them."
"Who fingered a clown."
I blinked up at him. "I'm pretty sure what you just said was illegal."
Dean looked just as concerned about his brother's choice of words. "Yes, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air."
"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object, it's like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles," Sam said. "It could be anything."
"Well, it's bound to give off EMF. So we'll just have to scan everything."
Sam laughed. "Oh, good. That's nice and inconspicuous."
"I guess we'll just have to blend in," Dean said, eyes lingering on the 'help wanted' sign.
"You are single-handedly ruining my reputation with every passing second," I stated as we walked toward a large red and white striped tent where a man on stilts threw knives at a target.
"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper," Dean began. "Have you seen him around?"
The man turned. He was older, hair going gray. Sunglasses perched on his nose. "What is that? Some kind of joke?" He pulled off his sunglasses, revealing pale, milky eyes.
"I always knew you hated blind people," I muttered teasingly.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry," Dean apologized immediately.
"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset for anything at all?" he asked.
"Want to give me a little help here?" Dean looked between Sam and I.
"Not really," Sam said.
"Yeah, helping you is the last thing on my to-do list." I lifted my own sunglasses to rest them atop my head. "But have fun."
