Supernatural: Season Two

Everybody Loves A Clown (5)

Everybody Loves A Clown (5)

Kylie's POV

"Your not going to be able to walk this long." Sam warned as Dean parked the minivan off the side of the road, digging out our belongings, including the license plates.

"What other choice do I have?" I sighed and crossed my arms. "Unless you want to carry me the whole way there." I glanced at Dean. "You really think they saw our plates?"

"I don't want to take the chance. Besides, I hate this freaking thing anyway." Dean rolled his eyes.

We began walking down the road, my walk immediately turning into a limp, but I kept up with the boys.

"Well, one things for sure." Dean spoke after a while.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid." Dean shook his head.

"Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself visible?" I offered.

"Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kicks." Dean scoffed. "Did it say anything in Dad's journal?"

"Nope." Sam said before clearing his throat and pulling out his cellphone.

"Who are you calling?" Dean asked.

"Maybe Ellen on that guy Ash will know something." Sam nodded. "Hey, you think, uh, you think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?"

I let out a not very lady like snort. "No way." I shook my head. "John barely had time for us let alone time for a relationship." I shrugged and adjusted the bag on my shoulder. "Besides, your mom was the love of his life."

There was a pause, both boys taking in what I said before Sam shook his head.

"Then why didn't he tell us about her?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, maybe they had some sort of falling out." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah. You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?" Sam asked.

I shrugged my shoulder while Dean nodded casually.

Sam glanced at Dean before lowering his phone. "Well don't get all maudlin on me, man."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"He means that this whole 'strong silent' thing of yours, is crap." I hummed as Dean glared at me.

"Oh God." Dean groaned.

"I'm over it. This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man." Sam let out.

It was pointless going after Dean, trying to get his emotions out because he had his walls built so high that no one was getting past them.

"No, no, no, that's not what this about Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it man." Sam let out. "Listen, I'm your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Dude, I'm okay!" Dean let out frustratedly. "I'm okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm going to start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!" Dean raised his voice looking at Sam and I both.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I let out.

"I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, oh, what would Dad want me to do? Sam you spent your entire life slugging it out with the man. I mean, hell, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, now you want to make it right? Well I'm sorry Sam, but you can't, it's too little, too late." Dean shook his head before looking at me.