Jenny trudged slowly behind Sam and Dean, carrying a match box and lighter fuel. They were carrying John's body, wrapped tightly in a white cloth.

Dean and Sam set John's body on the pyre, turning to Jenny. She inhaled sharply, popping the cap to the fuel open. She tossed the contents over the pyre. Over John. The three backed away, the Winchester brothers staring at their father as Jenny lit the match.

John ignited into flames in seconds.

Sam was close to tears, but Dean and Jenny just stared, not showing a single emotion. Despite wanting to cry, Jenny held herself together.

"Before he... before, did he say anything to you guys? About anything?" Sam asked, looking to Dean and Jenny. Neither of them broke contact with the fire.

"No. Nothing." Dean replied quietly, Jenny glancing over at him. She wanted to mention that John had whispered something to him, but if he wasn't going to admit it now, it would've best to admit it later.

...

Jenny stared down at the hood of the impala, squinty harshly in the sun. There was a cream underneath, Jenny leaning over to see Dean's legs sticking out from underneath the car.

It was still in the worst condition possible, but she had Dean had spent the last week in silence fixing Baby.

Jenny popped the hood open slowly, grimacing at the view. "I'm going to go see if any of the batteries in these other cars are useful. Maybe a new engine, too."

"Alright. Watch out for glass." Dean said, still working underneath the car as Jenny walked away.

After a few minutes of searching, Jenny turned at the sound of footsteps, Sam trailing behind her.

"Hey, Samurai." She held her squint, looking up at Sam as he stood next to her.

"Hey. You got a second?" Sam asked and Jenny looked around, shrugging.

"Actually I was just looking for a new engine for the Impala. What's up?"

"I uh— found an old phone of my dad's... And there's this voicemail from four months ago from a woman named Ellen. Said she could help him with something." Jenny turned away for a moment and shrugged.

"Well, nothing to help him with anymore." She said as Sam gave her a look before shaking his head. "You get her address or anything?" Sam nodded, Jenny giving him a small nod.

"Well, I know just the car we can use."

...

Jenny's car was about as nice as it could get. Considering she hasn't driven it in the last two years, it was still in great condition for being 50 years old. Older than the Impala by a little over a decade.

"This is a very blue car." Dean commented as he ran a hand over the blue leather seats. "How the hell did you keep it like this when it's been sitting with those rust buckets."

"It's the Chevy genes, Dean." Jenny grinned, looking to him. "I've had my car wrapped in Bobby's garage for the last two-three years. I'm not letting it rust." Jenny turned on the radio, still smiling as she looked back to Sam.

"Besides. If you guys didn't have me, you'd be driving a minivan right now."

...

Jenny parked her Bel-Air in front of a Roadhouse Saloon, looking up at it from the front window. "Well, this might be as close to a Texas Roadhouse that we'll get." Jenny joked, looking to Sam and Dean.

"We're still in Kansas." Sam mentioned as she frowned at him.

"Which is close enough to Texas— shut up." Jenny took the keys out of the ignition as the three got out of her car.

The trio walked in cautiously as Sam handed Dean something the three parting ways in search of Ellen.

A gun cocking immediately alerted Jenny, who whipped out her pistol and pulled the hammer, aiming it at a short blonde woman.

"Now you better put that gun down before I blow his brains out." She threatened, the rifle's tip poking Dean in the neck. Jenny's grip on the gun tightened, as did the other woman's.

"Not moving, copy that. You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do..." Dean flipped around and grabbed the rifle from the woman, aiming it at her. "That."

She paused for a moment before punching Dean square in the nose. He doubled over, shaking his head in pain. "Dammit! Jen, a little help!"

"Well I'm not shooting her until she shoots at me!"

"She punched me in the nose!"

"So punch her back!"

"Sam!" Jenny and Dean called out, both turning to see Sam slowly walk out with a gun to his head, an older woman holding it to him.

"Sorry guys... A little tied up right now." Sam was staring at the ground as Jenny dropped her arm, looking to Sam and Dean.

"Sam? Dean?" Ellen frowned, looking between the brothers. "Winchester?" The two nodded, as Ellen suddenly aimed her gun at Jenny. "Son of a bitch."

"Mom, you know these guys?" The blonde girl asked as Ellen dropped her gun.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys. Except for her. Never seen her in my life." Ellen gestured to Jenny, who slowly put her gun away.

"Jennifer Price." She answered, Ellen's eyes widening. "What?"

"You're Nathaniel's little sister." She stated rather than asked, Sam, Dean and Jenny looking at one another.

"I am— You know my brother?" Ellen walked behind the counter with a nod.

"Sure did. He used to come here quite a lot long time ago. Haven't seen him in almost two decades." Jenny felt the need to push more questions onto Ellen about her brother. But seeing as he was still in the hospital or running around looking for her, she knew they had more important things to do.

Ellen have Dean a towel of ice. "Uh.. Thanks." He mumbled, pressing it to his nose. "You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?"

"Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it." Jenny, Sam and Dean exchanged looks, walking over to the bar.

"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean asked, setting the ice towel down.

"Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once. So was your brother, Jen." Ellen turned to Jenny, who dropped her frown.

"Only Dean calls me Jen." She spoke a little harsher than she intended, clearing her throat as Ellen have her a silent apology.

"How come he never mentioned you before?" Sam asked, and Ellen shrugged.

"You'd have to ask him that." The trio in front of the bar fell quiet for a moment.

"So why exactly do we need your help?" Dean frowned, scrunching his face in pain from his nose.

"Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if..." Ellen trailed off, realizing something. "He didn't send you." Dean looked down for a moment, glancing over to see Jenny had started to fidget awkwardly. "He's all right, isn't he?"

"No. No, he isn't." Sam answered quickly, bluntly. "It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess. "

"I'm so sorry." Ellen gave the three a half-hearted look.

"It's okay. We're all right."

"Really? I know how close you and your dad were." Ellen asked as Dean's expression hardened.

"Really, lady, I'm fine." Jenny looked to Dean,
who turned away.

"So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get." Sam spoke again, flicking Ellen a smile.

"Well, we can't. But Ash will." Ellen turned to the unconscious man with a mullet that say a few seats away from Jenny.

"Who's Ash?" Sam frowned.

"Ash!" The man jerked awake, sitting up and flailed for a moment at Ellen's yell.

"What? It closin' time?"

"That's Ash?" Sam asked and gestured to the man, Jenny turning back to face Ellen with an unsure look.

"Mm-hmm. He's a genius." Jo spoke up, smiling.

...

A brown folder is slapped down on the bar; Sam and Ash are sitting, Dean and Jenny standing behind them. Jo is on the other side of the bar pouring glasses of water, occasionally glancing up at the four.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean whispered to Jenny and Ash turned around with a smile.

"I like you."

"Thanks?"

"Just give him a chance." Jo called over to them, Jenny looking back at her for a moment. She then joined Dean as he sat down with Sam and Ash

"All right. This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Dean gestured to the journal in front of Ash, who nodded. Ash started pulling out the papers and rifling through them. He shook his head.

"Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this." Sam and Dean then turned to Jenny, who looked between them.

"What?"

"Your.. whatever it is that can sense ghosts and demons." Dean said, and she shrugged hard.

"How the hell is that going to help us? I'm not a damn GPS for the supernatural."

"There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects and correlations, I mean.. damn! They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon." Ash looked to Jenny, who shook her head. "You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightening? It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" Sam questioned as Ash blew out, shrugging.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me... fifty one hours." Jenny's eyes widened.

"Fifty one?" She asked as Ash got up to leave.

"Hey, man?" Dean spoke, Ash looking to him. "I, uh, I dig the haircut.

"All business up front, party in the back." He smiled and walked away. Dean leaned over to Jenny.

"You think I should get a mullet?" He joked, Jenny immediately shaking her head before pausing.

"No. But you with a beard? Absolutely." Dean frowned, shaking his head.

"I'm never growing out a beard." Jenny huffed in disappointment, leaning back as Jo walked over. Sam looked over to the bar, getting up and walking towards it.

"You should. Maybe when you're older. You've got a baby face going on right now." Dean have Jenny am offended look and she chuckled. "What about me? I was thinking of chopping my hair off to shoulder length. Maybe get some bangs first."

"Bangs? I dunno." Jenny turned to Dean as he took a small part of her hair, making it so it appeared she had bangs. He hummed, nodding. "Bangs would look good on you."

"Really? I was just kidding." Dean shook his head and dropped her hair, smiling.

"I'm serious on that. You'd look great." Jenny held her smile, Which dropped when Sam spoke up.[

"Guys, come here, check this out." Jenny and Dean got up from their chairs, walking over to the bar to see Sam was looking down at a news article.

"A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt."

"Yeah. So?" Dean asked, Sam standing upright.

"So, I told her we'd check it out. "

...

Back in Jenny's car, she had the wipers on high as it poured rain, Sam in the back doing research as Dean sat passenger side.

"You've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?" Dean scoffed, Jenny trying her best to hold in her laugh, shaking her head.

"Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually."

"So we're dealing with a John Wayne Gacy ghost or something else?" Jenny asked, looking to see Sam fidget in the backseat.

"Nah, Gacy killed the kids." Dean corrected and Jenny clicked her tongue. "And this family was at some carnival that night?"

"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals."

"So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?" Dean asked as Jenny shrugged.

"Well, if we know how to stop ghosts, being cops for a day wouldn't kill us."

"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course." Sam mentioned as he continued to look through the research. Dean suddenly grinned.

"Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?" Sam deadpanned at Dean as Jenny snickered.

"Oh, give me a break." Sam said under his breath, the two front passengers laughing.

"You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television."

"Well, at least I'm not afraid of flying!" Sam spat, Dean turning around to face him.

"Planes crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill!"

"Sam, we all know clowns kill. Again, John Wayne Gacy!" Jenny looked at him through the mirror and Sam slumped down.

"So these types of murders, they ever happen before?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"Uh, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales."

"It's weird, though, I mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town." Dean said, Jenny glancing to him.

"Maybe it's not a spirit. Could be some other monster we're dealing with. Maybe we're dealing with Pennywise." Jenny gasped dramatically and turned to Sam, who frowned at her.

"That's not funny."

"Well, this case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job." Dean questioned as his brother shrugged.

"So?"

"It's just... not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt. "

"I don't know, I just think, this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do." Jenny's small smile
faded again at the mention of John, looking over to Dean before back to the road.

"What Dad would have wanted?" Dean raised his brows, his brother nodding.

"Yeah. So?" Dean shook his head

"Nothin'."