Supernatural: Season Two

Everybody Loves A Clown (4)

Everybody Loves A Clown (4)

Kylie's POV

When we got our jobs at the Cooper Carnival I figured that I would be doing something fun like games or rides, but instead I was picking up trash.

I was using my little broom to pick up the trash when suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and quickly turned around to find Dean looking at me with a raised brow.

"What?" I asked confused and guarded.

"You shouldn't be doing that." He took my broom and pan before moving it to the dumpster. "You know with your knee and everything."

I raised a brow at him. "Since when do you care?"

I watched as confusion and sadness crossed Dean's face just as his cellphone rang.

"Hello?" He answered, his eyes leaving me. "What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown." He smirked.

Dean listened before he looked up at me. "Like a real human skeleton?"

I moved as quick as I could to listen to the phone. "Did the bones give off EMF?" I asked.

"Kylie?" I heard Sam ask. "Well, no, but-"

"We should check it out anyway. We're heading to you." Dean hung up the phone and glanced at me. "Let's go meet Sam."

As we turned to leave I was grabbed by my elbow, halting me.

"What are you doing here, kid?" The older blind gentleman asked me.

Dean turned when I stopped and quickly grabbed a hold of my other arm, pulling me to him.

"I'm . . . I was just sweeping." I nodded.

"Bull." He shook his head. "And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's EMF?"

"Dude, your blind man hearing is out of control." Dean shook his head.

"We're a tight-knit group." He explained. "We don't like outsiders. We take care of our own problems."

"We got a problem?" Dean raised a brow.

"You tell me. Your girlfriend her was talking about human bones."

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Dean asked making my eyes widen.

What the hell was he doing?

"What?" The man asked.

"My brother and me . . . umm." Dean paused. "We're writing a book about them."

"What?" He asked confused.

"We're just writing a book. That's all." I nodded.

Dean proceeded to tell the man about the ghostly clown lore, making me shake my head and flinch at the way it sounded.

"Just don't be talking about that crap anymore." He warned.

"We won't." I smiled. "We'll just be on our way."

Dean pulled me away from the blind man, glancing down at me. "You good?"

"Yeah." I breathed out as we walked through the carnival grounds.

When we found Sam he looked concerned. "What took you so long?" He asked.

"Long story." Dean shook his head.

"Mommy, look at the clown!"

I quickly turned my head to the little girl that was pointing at something, I followed her finger to find nothing there.

"What clown?" Her mom asked.

"Do you see anything?" Dean asked.

"No." I let out.

"Come on, sweetie, come on."

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We followed the family to their house, staking outside of their home in the minivan.

"Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown." Sam scoffed.

"I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real." He pointed out as he pulled out his gun and cocked it.

I quickly grabbed his hand, pushing it down.

"Keep that down." I hissed from the back seat.

"Oh, and get this. I mention the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what." Dean looked at his brother.

"What?" Sam asked, intrigued.

"Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for the Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager."

"So you think whatever the spirit's attached to, Cooper just brought it with him?" Sam question.

"Something like that." Dean let out before shaking his head. "I can't believe we keep talking about clowns."

As the night went on Dean drifted off into sleep, light snores coming from his lips.

"You can get some sleep too." Sam nodded, giving me quick glance before looking at the house again.

"And let you have all the fun?" I joked and shook my head. "I'm fine Sam."

"Are you scared to sleep?" He asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat but shook my head. "Something like that." I let out.

"I just noticed that you haven't been sleeping at Bobby's and you've been acting different." Sam admitted with a shrug. "I didn't know if it was because of Dean or something else."

I bit my lip. "It's a mixture of everything." I admitted with a nod. "But I'm okay Sammy, you don't have to worry about me."

"You sure?" Sam asked with a gentle tone.

"Seriously I'm fine." I smiled and patted his shoulder.

Sam stiffened under my touch and my head quickly whipped to look out the window at a little girl from the carnival earlier, she was standing at the front door smiling at the phantom clown that was waiting for her.

I shook Dean awake. "Let's go. Go now." I said grabbing my gun off the seat next to me heading into the back of the house with Sam and Dean behind me.

We towed in quietly, hiding behind the walls in the hallway, our weapons ready.

"Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs." The little girl said cheerfully.

I looked around the corner to see the clown nod with no expression on his face, as they began walking towards us, I jumped out and grabbed a hold of the little girl who began screaming.

Dean jumped out and shot the clown directly in the chest, making I fall on it's back.

I turned just in time to see it get up as if nothing happened.

"Kylie watch out!" Dean yelled as he began cocking the gun again.

I shielded the girl from the shattering glass as the clown leaped out of the window, turning invisible as it ran away.

"What's going on here? Get away from my-"

"Oh my God, what are you doing to my daughter?"

The parents yelled at us in hysterics as they took their daughter out of my arms.

"Who the hell are you? Get out! Get out of my house!" The dad screamed.

That was all we needed.

We headed straight out the door, not looking back until we made it safely to the van.

"Mommy, Daddy, they shot my clown!"