Everybody Loves A Clown

John's funeral had been three days ago, and still Dean refused to talk to anyone. "All he does is sit out there and work on the car." Chris stated looking out the window.

Bobby walked up to her. "Give him time. He'll come around."

"I hope your right. I'm going to go talk to him."

"Don't push him Chris." Bobby said to her as she left, she waved her hand in an agreement.

Chris walked out into the yard. Sam walked past her, "We might have something. An Ellen called our dad's old phone."

"Oh, an Ellen you say."


"I might know who it is. Just let me talk to Dean first."

"Hey be careful he isn't in a sharing mood."

She smiled at Sam and continued walking. Dean was cleaning up his tools with a cloth. Chris could not lie to herself. Dean covered in grease and dirt was beyond sexy. "Hey Dean."

"Hey." Dean didn't even look up.

"How's it going?"

"Not you too." Dean looked at her.

"We're just worried Dean, you haven't said anything, you haven't even really slept. And when you do sleep, you sleep on the couch, when there's a perfect find bed upstairs with me in it."

"I've got a lot on my mind."

"Then tell me about it."

"No!" He said sternly.

"Dean you just can't shut us out."

"I just got into this with Sam, I'm not getting into this with you."

"I get that he is your little brother and you have to act all strong, but I'm your girlfriend, I'm here for anything."

"What do you want me to say, that I'm mad, sad. What?" He yelled.

"Something. Instead of working on this god damn car."

"I'll do whatever I want to do."

"Fine be an ass, I'm going to stay here with Bobby." Chris walked off leaving Dean to clean his tools. Chris stormed into the house.

Sam looked at Bobby. "She sounds happy." Chris walked into Bobby's study. She let out a heavy sigh. "So Bobby found us a vehicle."

"I'm not going; I'm going to stay here."

Sam raised a brow, "Why?"

"Cause your brother is a dick." She stormed out of the room.

"Okay." Sam put the paper down; Grabbed the keys to the minivan and left.


Chris spent the day reading Bobby's old books, and calling old friends around the area. "So you never told me much about Romania."

"Not much to say." Bobby handed her a cup of tea.

"Oh come on you spent eight years there something must have happened."

"Exactly what we're doing right now is what a pretty much did, except alone. And I had a bunch of monks that didn't speak. Great times."

"Hm." There was a pause.

"We helped people; the monks I worked with wanted to help change people from being supernatural back to normal. A lot of monsters were once human. Most failed. There were also very big clans of vampires and werewolves. So I was always busy negotiating."

"You were friends with vampires and werewolves."

"There a lot different in Romania more like there legends, sunlight hurts vampires, werewolves change when they want to, or when they're angry."

"Hm." Chris smiled at Bobby and went back to her reading.


Dean and Sam sat at the bar that Ellen owned. She handed them both a beer and congrats them on their job. Joe eyed Sam to leave. "I have to go over there."

Joe looked at Dean as he drank from his beer. "So?"


"Am I going to see you again?" Joe said putting in a flirty voice.

"Do you want to?"

"I wouldn't hate it." Dean nodded and stared at his drink. Chris. That's all he could think about, what he had said to her. She was right, and so was Sam.

"I'm currently in a relationship."

Joe's heart sank. "Oh. Who with?"

"Chris Saunders."

Ellen put the glass down she was cleaning, "Crystalline Saunders?"

"Yeah." Dean looked at Ellen.

"She was in Romania wasn't she?"

"She came back when her father went missing."

Ellen sighed, "I heard about that, why didn't she come?"

"Just didn't feel like it."



Dean and Sam arrived at Bobby's around mid day. "Chris." Dean yelled into the house. Bobby walked out from the kitchen.

"She left to get me groceries, in my truck. Which I know she cannot drive." Bobby walked back into the kitchen mumbling stuff about Chris and her incapability to drive a stick. Dean smirked a bit and went out to work on his car.


Chris arrived home paper bags in hand. "I am so happy when people ask you paper or plastic? I don't know why it makes me cheery." Bobby smiled and grabbed the bags from her.


"Your truck is fine Bobby, have a little faith in me."

"Mhmm." Bobby past her.

Chris turned to him walking out the door, "Bobby don't go check..." The door shut. She sighed and started putting stuff away. Sam walked in with tears in his eyes. Chris put down her can of beans. "Sam what is it?"

He just looked at her. Chris walked up to him and pulled him into a hug. Sam pushed his face into her shoulder. He sniffled and breathed heavily. Her feet began to cramp, he was 6 foot and her only 5"8. Sam let go. "I'll be alright."

She smiled, "Good." She hesitated, "Is your brother out there?"

Sam nodded. Chris breathed in and walked past him. A smooth slow pace walk was what she started with but when the sound of smashing happened Chris began to run. She arrived as Dean dropped the crowbar. He turned and looked at her this expression full of angry and sadness. "Dean." She said softly to herself. His lip seemed to be trembling like he wanted to cry but couldn't. She made her way to him slowly.

Dean leaned into her as her hand touched his arm. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly. She shook her head.

"There is nothing to be sorry about." He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped tight. It was a hard time for him, she knew words could not suffice but this moment would.