Hey.. so its been forever since i posted any of this story.. this chapter is like really blaahh but i wanted to get something up I'll get the next part up sometime this week hopefully... thanks goes to:HermioneandMarcus, Lady OD, bjq, Dean'sFallenAngel36, When I Make It Shine, johnna2011, parchment faery17. Thanks for reviewing everytime i sat down and didnt write this you guys were on my mind pushing me to write i just kinda lost inspiration for a little while... so i apologize.. disclamer: I dont own supernatural or anything you recognize from the show... Please review :)
"Check it out –- five-o." Dean said as Trina and Sam met him at the front of the car. A few minutes later, Sam and Trina were waiting for Dean when a small person walked by and had a stare down with Sam.
"Did you get her number?" Dean asked. Trina snickered and Sam ignored them.
"More murders?" Sam asked.
"Two more last night. Apparently, they were ripped to shreds, and they had a little boy with them." Dean told the two.
"Who fingered a clown." Dean and Trina looked at Sam strangely who didn't realize anything about his statement. "What?"
"Yes, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air."
"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object –- it's like tryin' to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything." Trina said.
"Well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything." Dean said as if it was obvious.
"Oh, good. That's nice and inconspicuous." Trina replied sarcastically rolling her eyes.
"I guess we'll just have to blend in." Dean said noticing a help wanted sign.
The trio of hunters was trying to find the owner of the carnival. They walked into a circus tent that had a sign for 'the Amazing Papazian' on it.
"Excuse me.-the man throwing knives stopped- We're lookin' for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?" Dean asked.
"What is that –- some kind of joke?" the man asked taking off his glasses to reveal himself as blind.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, I-I didn't—" Dean started. Trina had to hold in her giggles at the predicament Dean had gotten himself into.
"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset or anything at all?
"Wanna give me a little help here?" Dean asked Trina and Sam.
"Not really." they replied.
"Hey, Barry, is there a problem?" They all turned to see a small person who entered the tent. He was dressed in a very flamboyant outfit, complete with a sequined cape.
"Yeah, this guy hates blind people." Barry told him.
"No, I don't." Dean defended.
"Hey, buddy, what's your problem?"
"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding." Dean said getting flustered. Trina's eyes widened at his comment.
"Little? You son of a bitch!"
"No, no, no! Could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is?" Sam and Trina laughed as the two circus workers ganged up on Dean. "Please?"
"You kids picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat. We got all kinds of local trouble." Cooper motioned to the two chairs in the room. One was normal and the other was a giant clown. Dean ran to the normal one, Sam looked at Trina and motioned to the clown chair. Dean smirked grabbing Trina and pulling her down onto his lap. Sam looked really uncomfortable as he sat in the clown chair.
"What do you mean?" Dean and Trina asked.
"A couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever work the circuit before?" Cooper asked.
"Uh, yes, sir –- last year through Texas and Arkansas." Sam lied quickly.
"Doing what? Ride jockeys? Pull shoot? A-and-S men?" Cooper asked slightly skeptical.
"Yeah, a little bit of everything, I guess." Trina told him lying threw her ass.
"You three have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?" Cooper asked after a pause.
"Nope. But we really need the work. And Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady." Dean answered laughing along with Trina as Sam glared at them.
"You see that picture?-Cooper pointed to a framed photo next to him.-That's my Daddy."
"You look just like him." Trina supplied.
"He was in the business –- ran a freak show till they outlawed 'em 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 is a refuge for outcasts, always has been, for folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you two-he pointed to Dean and Trina-…you should get married, have kids. And you should got to school, find a girl, have 2.5 kids –- live regular."
"Sir…we don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this." Sam said with feeling. Trina and Dean glanced at each other, then at Sam curiously.