Selina Winchester (Supernatural Season 2) (Supernatural Fanfic)

Everybody Loves a Clown Pt. 2

We pulled up outside the carnival "Check it out. Five-oh,"

"Should I go wolf?" I asked

"No stay with boy wonder over here," Dean walked off leaving me and Sam standing outside as a three-foot-tall woman in a clown outfit passed us. "Did you get her number?" Dean asked

"More murders?" I asked

"Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them,"

"Who fingered a clown?" Sam questioned.

Me and Dean both looked at Sam weirdly

"What?"

I only shook my head.

"Yeah, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air," Dean explained

"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything," Sam reasoned

"Well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything,"

"Oh, good, that's nice and...inconspicuous,"

Dean looked over and saw a 'Help Wanted' sign "I guess we'll just have to blend in," we walked into a tent where a man was throwing knives "Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?"

"What is that, some kind of joke?" the man pulled off his sunglasses and we saw that he was blind.

"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?"

Dean looked to me and Sam "Wanna give me a little help here?"

"Not really," I shook my head

"Hey man, is there a problem?" we turned around and saw an extremely short man wearing a red cape.

"Yeah, this guy hates blind people," The blind guy said

"No, I don't, I..." Dean protested

"Hey buddy, what's your problem?" the short man asked

"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding,"

I couldn't help but laugh

"Little?! You son of a bitch!" the short man argued

"No, no, no, no! I'm just, could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?" Dean asked

***

"You three picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat," Mr. Cooper said as we entered his office.

I stayed standing smirking when Sam was forced to sit in the clown chair.

"We've got all kinds of local trouble,"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked

"Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever worked the circuit before?"

"Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas," Sam replied

"Yeah," Dean agreed

"Doing what? Ride jockies? Butcher? ANS men?" Mr. Cooper listed

I could tell he knew the boys knew not a thing about this business, but Sam still had to open his mouth

"Yeah, it's, uh, a little bit of everything, I guess," Sam said

"You have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?" Mr. Cooper asked

"Nope. But we really need the work. Oh, and uh, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady," Dean claimed

"You see that picture? That's my daddy," Mr. Cooper said.

I looked over at the picture he was mentioning and it never really caught my eye but I realized Mr. Cooper looked a whole lot like the man in the picture. "You look just like him,"

"He was in the business. Ran a freakshow."

I growled a bit causing Dean to take my hand to calm me down

"Till they outlawed them, most places. Apparently displaying the deformed isn't dignified. So most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's progress. I guess. You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in anywhere else. But you three? You should go to school. Find a couple of girls or guys. Have two point five kids. Live regular,"

"Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this,"

***

Once out of Mr. Cooper's office I began to stalk off "Selina..." I turned around to look at Dean "What happened back there?"

"I'm a werewolf Dean. They put supposed freaks on stage for money just so people can point and laugh,"

"You can head back to the Roadhouse..."

I shook my head "I'm fine. Just give me some time to walk it off," I walked away from the boys "Besides I made a promise, that I intend to keep,"

***

I walked out of the tent when I saw Dean get grabbed by the blind man "Oh, great," I walked over to Dean

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Dean asked the blind man

"What?" The blind man asked

I cut in before Dean could say anymore "Seriously Dean! You're publicizing your book, here?!"

"Book?"

"My brothers, they're writing a book on ghosts," I laughed "But trust me it won't go far, it's hardly any good," I pulled Dean away "Come on Dean,"

"What took you so long?" Sam asked as we got to the funhouse.

"Long story," I muttered

"Mommy, look at the clown!" we looked towards where the little girl was pointing but didn't see anything.

"What clown?" The mother asked "Come on, sweetie, come on,"

"Game Plan, you boys go protect that girl's parents, and I'll stay here and scope out for the object,"