Jenny parked outside of Cooper's Carnival, an eerie feeling settling in her stomach as she looked at all of the clowns. "I thought clowns are carnivals were supposed to be colorful."

"Don't tell me you're scared of clowns, too?" Dean laughed and Jenny shot him a glare, turning the car off.

"Being scared of clowns is Sam's thing. I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt to make clowns- HOLY SHIT!" Jenny jumped back into Dean and Sam screamed. A clown stared at her through the drivers window, slapping a hand to her chest as it dashed off.

"You two are big babies." Dean joked, Jenny elbowing him in the stomach. "Ow!"

"Sorry. Must have slipped." She hesitantly got out of the car. "I'm not scared of clowns. But if I see that fucker again, I'm punching him in the squeaky nose."

The three slowly came to a stop as they saw many squad cars filed by the front entrance, glancing at one another. Sam turned to stare at a three foot tall clown, who stared back before walking away.

Dean started pulling out his fake ID and walking to the cops, Jenny shuffling over to Sam. "Maybe sleeping with a clown will rid your fear of them."

"Shut up."

Jenny hummed in amusement as Dean walked back over, the two hunters turning to him. "More
murders?" Sam asked, his brother nodding.

"Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them." Jenny crossed her arms at the news, looking around again.

"Who fingered a clown." Dean and Jenny gave Sam an odd look. "What?"

"Fingered a clown'?" She repeated, and Sam pressed his lips together. "Better your words, Samurai."

"Yeah, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air."

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

"Not to mention, if this is a cursed object, then the kids would of had to take it home with them." Jenny stated, sighing. "I really don't think this is a cursed—"

She stopped herself short when she noticed a mind, who seemed to be staring directly at her through his sunglasses. She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes feeling as if they couldn't move away. "Jen?"

The woman quickly turned to look at Dean, who was watching her with worry. "You alright?" He asked, Jenny looking back to see the blind man had disappeared.

"I really hate carnivals." She mumbled, looking around again. "What's the plan?"

"We'll just have to blend in."

...

A man was throwing knives at a target when the hunting trio walked in; they all land near but not quite on bulls-eye.

"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?" The man suddenly paused, turning to the three but not looking at them. Jenny's odd feeling in her stomach came back as she neared the man, and stood further away than Sam and Dean.

"What is that, some kind of joke?" The man asked, taking off his sunglasses to reveal he was blind. Dean's eyes widened in panic.

"Oh. God, I'm, I'm sorry."

"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?" The man continued, Sam and Jenny turning away to stifle their laughter.

"Wanna give me a little help here?" Dean asked,
looking to Jenny and Sam, both who shook their heads as a shorter man walked up.

"Hey man, is there a problem?" Dean looked for a moment before looking straight down at the man.

"Yeah, this guy hates blind people." The blind man seethed.

"No, I don't, I—"

"Hey buddy, what's your problem?" The short man asked with a glare.

"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding—"

"Little?! You son of a bitch!" Sam and Jenny started quietly laughing, covering them with coughs as Dean became even more embarrassed.

"No, no, no, no! I'm just, could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is!?"

...

"You trio picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat." Jenny, Sam and Dean looked at the three available chairs. Only two were normal, the other baring a giant clown face. Dean and Jenny rushed to the normal chairs first, Sam glaring at them before slowly, gingerly sitting on the clown chair. Fidgeting nervously, Sam continued to glare at Jenny and Dean, who held back small smirks.

"We've got all kinds of local trouble." Mr. Cooper sighed, Jenny tilting her head curiously.

"What do you mean?" She asked, Mr. Cooper shook his head.

"Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever worked the circuit before?"

"Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas." Sam lied, Mr Cooper giving Jenny a stranger look, most likely trying to assume what she did.

"Doing what? Ride jockies? Butcher? ANS men? Acrobatics?"

"Uh... Little bit of everything. Jen here was more k to that acrobatic thing." Dean gestured to Jenny, who smiled awkwardly.

"You three have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?"

"Nope. But we really need the work. Oh, and uh, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady." Dean joked and Sam shot him another glare. Mr. Cooper turned around, pointing to a picture on the wall.

"You see that picture? That's my daddy."

"You look just like him." Sam commented, still fidgeting in the clown chair.

"He was in the business. Ran a freakshow. Till they outlawed them, 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, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you three? You should go to school. Find a couple of girls... or guys. Have two point five kids. Live regular." Jenny frowned at the mention of two and a half kids, leaning back in her chair.

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Sam had beat him to it, leaning forward to Mr. Cooper.

"Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this."

...

"For someone afraid of clowns, you seemed pretty dead set on joining the circus." Jenny said to Sam as they walked out of Cooper's office, the young Winchester rolling his eyes.

"We're here on a case. It'll only be for a few days." Sam said, though he still looked unsure at the mention of clowns.

"That whole, uh, I don't want to go back to school thing. Were you just saying that to Cooper or were you, you know, saying it? Sam?" Dean asked, his brother shook his head.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? I thought that once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings that you were gonna take off, head back to Wussy State." Dean gestured away from them, and Sam sighed, shrugging.

"I'm having second thoughts."

"Really?" Jenny and Dean asked, looking to the youngest brother.

"Yeah. I think. Dad would have wanted me to stick with the job." Jenny frowned at Sam.

"Since when do you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing exactly what he didn't want, Sam."

"Since he died, okay? Do you have a problem with that?" Sam asked bitterly, looking at Dean.

"No, I don't have a problem at all..." Dean trailed off, looking away from his brother.

...

"So, you guys pick up trash, and I have to walk around in this." Jenny walked out of the dressing room in a red and gold leotard, wearing a sparkling skin colors tights and flats to match. Dean's brows rose in what appeared to be excitement, smiling.

"Well, I'm not complaining." He said under his breath and Jenny dropped her arms, giving him a look. Sam cleared his throat, turning away.

"Well, you did say you were an acrobatic." He mentioned, Jenny shaking her head.

"I never said I was good. Now I'm thankful Bobby let me take gymnastics." She grumbled, fixing the u comfortable tights. "These things are going to give me a damn rash."

"You could have said knife throwing. You're pretty damn good at that." Dean complimented and she smiled, shrugging.

"Alright, trash boys. I should go find wherever the hell I'm stuck in." Jenny patted their faces before turning around and grabbing two poking sticks, handing them to Sam and Dean with a grin.

"Trash duty. Awesome." Dean grumbled and snagged the stick from Jenny. Sam reluctantly grabbed his and Jenny waved goodbye, cartwheeling away. "Show off!"

...

Jenny looked around the tent suspiciously before pulling out her emf from her bra, questioning how no one had noticed it before. She turned it on, walking around before sighing in disappointment. Nothing.

After a few more minutes of pretending she was enjoying her job, Jenny climbed the ladder to the trapeze. "Is now a good time to mention I'm afraid of heights?" She mumbled to herself, eyes wide as she looked to at the ground. "Oh boy."

The woman across from Jenny gave her a thumbs up as she grabbed the trapeze, gripping it so tight her knuckles had turned white. "God I hope this isn't what kills me." She whispered before
leaping off, doing her best to look angelic. And she did pretty damn good.

"Okay.. we're flipping— and we're flipping— and we're— nope. Nope. Can't do it." Jenny sucked in a deep breath as she let go of the swing, yelping quietly as she flipped, snatching onto the other woman's arms. "Holy shit!"

The woman laughed at Jenny's reaction as she climbed onto the trapeze next to her. The very few cheers of the audience were drowned out by the blood rushing to Jenny's head as she quickly leaped off again, landing on the tower.

"Jen!" She spun around to see Dean with wide eyes, as if he had been watching the entire time. Jenny quickly got down and ran over to Dean, breathing heavily.

"I'm— never doing.. that again." She gasped, holding her chest as Dean shook his head.

"Are you kidding? That was amazing! Where the hell did you learn to do that!?" He had practically yelled, Jenny flailing her arm to the trapeze.

"I don't even know! Anyways— did you guys find anything?"

"Other than Sam thinking he found real human bones, then no." Jenny's eyes widened, leaning forward slightly.

"Human bones? Why couldn't I be the one to find them." She grumbled, walking out of the tent with Dean. She followed him outside to the funhouse where Sam was waiting.

"What took you guys so long?" He asked, Dean sighing loudly.

"Long story." Jenny raised a brow to Dean, about to ask him to elaborate when a little girl caught their attention.

"Mommy look! A clown!" Sam immediately whipped his head around to the girl as Jenny looked to see where she was pointing. But there was nothing there.

...

Jenny sat in the drivers seat of her car, looking over to the house of the little girl from the carnival with anticipation. "Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown." Sam spoke up as Dean groaned in annoyance.

"I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real." Jenny shook her head, humming softly.

"I don't trust Papazian. There's something off with him." She uttered, Sam and Dean turning to her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when I get near him I get sick. What it he's a demon or something?" Dean shook his head, scoffing.

"I don't think so, Jen. He's a creepy guy, but he ain't a demon." Dean pulled out his gun, turning to the house as he cocked it, only for Sam to reach over from the back seat and push his
brothers hand down.

"Keep that down!"

"Oh, anyways, get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what." Dean said as he put the safety back on, Jenny and Sam frowning. "Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager."

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

"Something like that." Dean shook his head and sighed. "I can't believe we keep talking about clowns."

"I can't believe you guys still think we're hunting a spirit."

...

Jenny waited impatiently in the car as Sam and Dean were already running to the house. She had her foot pushed on the brakes, ready to slam on the gas if things went wrong and they needed to run off.

After a few moments of anxious silence, a hum shot went off. Followed by screaming, Jenny turned her head to see Sam and Dean booking it out of the house.

"Start the car! Start the car!" Dean yelled, running around to the passengers side.

"It is started you idiot!"

"Then drive!" Jenny slammed on the gas as soon as Sam shut his door, driving away from the little girls house.

...

Jenny was leaning against her car as Dean looked through old license plates in her trunk, kneeling down to unscrew the old ones.

"Dean, I drove off before they could see my plates." Jenny spoke up, looking down at him.

"Cant take any chances, Jen." He said as Sam walked around, his arms crossed. "Well, one thing's for sure."

"What's that?" Sam asked as Dean stood up, tossing the old license plate into the trunk and slammed it shut.

"We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid." Jenny rolled her eyes, gesturing to the open road.

"I told you guys it wasn't a spirit. Do you ever listen? Nope!"

"We should have listened. We're sorry, Jenny." Sam apologized as she shrugged it off. "Maybe we're dealing with a creature that can make itself invisible?"

"Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kicks? Did it say anything in Dad's journal?" Sam shook his head as he pulled out his cell phone. "Who are you calling?"

"Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash'll know something. Hey, you think, uh, you think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?" Jenny laughed to herself, shaking her head at Sam's question.

"No way." Dean and Jenny spoke in unison, looking at the youngest Winchester.

"Then why didn't he tell us about her?" Dean thought for a moment before shrugging.

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

"Yeah. You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?" Dean nodded casually, Sam lowering his phone.  "Well, don't get all maudlin on me, man."

"What do you mean?" His brother frowned, Jenny standing up straight and turning to them.

"I mean this "strong silent" thing of yours, it's crap." Sam looked at Jenny. "Yours, too."

"Oh, god." Dean grumbled, starting to walk away.

"I'm over it. This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man. And Jenny, you and him spent the last two years working together before he disappeared. You gotta at least show something."

"You know what, fuck off, all right? Just because we're not caring and sharing like you want us to." Dean snapped as Jenny glanced between them, agitation rising.

"Just because we aren't showing anything doesn't mean we aren't grieving, Sam. We're dealing with it on our own." Sam shook his head.

"No, no, no, that's not what this is about, guys. I don't care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it, man. Listen, I'm your brother, and your best friend, all right? I just want to make sure you're both okay."

"Dude, I'm okay. We're okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!"

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, raising his voice as Jenny backed away from the two, realizing it had once again turned into a sibling argument.

"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 that man. I mean, hell, you, 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."

Sam was silent for a moment, lowering his voice like an upset child. "Why are you saying this to me?"

"Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this. I'm dealing with Dad's death! Are you?" Jenny looked between the two again, waiting for someone to throw a punch.

Sam turned away, looking down at his phone again. "I'm going to call Ellen."