Selina Winchester (Supernatural Season 2) (Supernatural Fanfic)

Everybody Loves a Clown

It's been a week since we had John's funeral, and Dean was busying himself with the Impala. Dean let me help out from now and then, it felt good, like what an actual brother would do. But I knew Dean was only doing it to keep himself busy.

"How's the car coming along?" Sam asked

I looked up as Sam came over.

"Slow," Dean grunted

"Yeah? Need any help?" Sam questioned

Dean looked at his brother "What, you under a hood? I'll pass,"

"You let Selina help out," Sam sighed and I gave him a pitying look "Need anything else, then?"

I cringed as I felt Dean grow irritated. As time carries on I learn more and more about these demonic powers I possess, one of them happens to be sensing other people's emotions.

Dean pushed himself from under the car and stood up "Stop it, Sam,"

"Stop what?" Sam demanded

"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay." Dean glanced at me to keep my mouth shut, as he knew about my little ability "Really. I promise,"

"All right, Dean, it's just...We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once,"

"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance,"

"Don't patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this..."

I kept a straight face, but inside I was cringing at the mention and the fact that I had to hide it from them

"and you're acting as nothing happened,"

I jumped off the top of the car "Guys, come on..."

"What do you want me to say?" Dean demanded

"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car," Sam argued

I crossed my arms and looked at Sam "Revenge, huh?"

"Yeah,"

"Funny, because if memory serves correct. We got in this mess because of that concept," I argued

"You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it-oh. No, wait, as you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car," Dean exclaimed

"Well, we've got something, all right?" Sam pulled out a cell phone "It's what I came by here to tell you. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this,"

Dean grabbed it holding it so I could hear as well

"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me,"

"That message is four months old," Sam explained

I looked at Dean as he looked at Sam

"Dad saved that chick's message for four months?" Dean asked

"Yeah," Sam said

"Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?"

"No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address,"