Supernatural: Season Two

Everybody Loves A Clown (3)

Everybody Loves A Clown (3)

Kylie's POV

By the time the minivan pulled up to the carnival, the swelling in my knee went down, not all the way, but it was enough.

The first thing I noticed when we pulled up was a couple of detectives talking to some carnies.

"Check it out. Five-oh." I noted as we got out of the van.

Dean took the lead to talk to the detectives while Sam and I stayed back.

"Your knee okay?" Sam asked as we stood around, waiting for Dean in the hot sun.

I smiled and nodded. "It's fine Sam, honestly don't even worry about it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. I'm not going to worry about a cracked knee."

"It'll heal." I nodded just as a three-foot tall woman in a clown outfit passed by us.

I watched as Sam stared at her nervously, she stopped to stare at him before moving on.

"Did you get her number?" Dean grinned.

Sam scowled at Dean. "More murders?"

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

"Who fingered a clown?" Sam asked making Dean and I both stare at Sam. "What?" He asked confused.

Dean shook his head. "Yeah, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air."

"You know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything." I sighed.

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

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

Dean's eyes traveled behind me before he grinned, his eyes meeting mine for the first time in days. "I guess we'll just have to blend in."

Dean dragged us into the carnival, heading straight into a tent where a man was throwing knives at a target. I smirked when all of them landed near but not quite on the bulls-eye.

"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?" Dean asked.

The man turned, he was wearing dark sunglasses and there was a clear look of disgust on his face. "What is that, some kind of joke?"

The man pulled off his sunglasses, his eyes a whitish grey color.

"Oh God . . ." Dean shook his head. "I'm-I'm sorry." He stuttered out.

"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset? Or anything at all?" The man drilled Dean.

Dean glanced at Sam and I with panic. "Wanna give me a little help here?"

"Not really." Sam let out.

"Absolutely not." I smirked, he deserved this.

He was putting me through hell, and this was just karma biting him in the ass.

"Hey man, is there a problem?" A short carnie asked while coming up behind us.

Dean turned, looking down at the short man in the red cape.

"Yeah, this guy hates blind people."

"No, I don't, I-"

"Hey buddy, what your problem?" The short man asked.