~*****~

We followed the family back to their home, and waited until night had fallen. I sat in the drivers seat with a glum expression. "Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown." Sam sighed as he leaned forward. I rolled my eyes and tried stretching out.

"I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real." Dean corrected, and pulled out a gun. I reached over and shoved it down as fast as I could. "Hey!"

"What in sam-hell is wrong with you?!" I seethed.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned back to Sam. "Oh, and get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what," Dean asked his brother.

"What?"

"Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager." Dean explained.

"So, you think whatever this spirits attached too, Cooper just brought it with him?" Sam asked.

"Something like that." I sighed and shuffled onto my hip to stare at them. I winced a little, and just now noticed how much wide they've gotten. I used to be able to angle my body in weird positions just to get comfy, and this was one of them, and now I can't even do that.

Dean looked out the window and shook his head slightly. "I can't believe we keep talking about clowns." He commented.

~*****~

Dean slept peacefully in the passenger seat as I kept watch on the house. Sam was going over the case files again when movement caught my attention. I started slapping at Dean. "Guys!" I snapped. The light was on in the living room, and the little girl waltzed passed the window towards where her front door was. "Hurry!" I urge as we leaped out of the car. The little girl left the door open, so we followed after quietly as she led the clown through the house. We rounded a corner, and hid behind the walls so we were in front of them.

"Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs." The little girl whispered. Before that could happen, Sam lunged out, and grabbed the little girl. She let out a loud scream as Dean and I lifted our shotguns, and fired two rounds of rock salt into the clowns chest. It fell back as Sam covered the little girl from harm. Dean and I quickly reloaded when the clown started to rise.

"Sam, watch out!" Dean warned as the clown got to his feet. The clown turned tail, and jumped out the door's glass plane. It completely shattered to the floor as the clown turned invisible.

"What are you doing here!?" A masculine voice boomed, making us all freeze. "Get away from-"

"Oh my god! What are you doing to my daughter?!" The mother screamed as she dove for her child.

"Who the hell are you?!" The father screamed. "Get out! Get the hell out of my house!" We all raised our hands and backed out from the family and took off.

"Mommy, daddy, they shot my clown!" We hear the little girl cry. We jumped into the mini van and peeled out on the pavement.

~*****~

The next morning, we decided to ditch the minivan by the side of the road, and hid it within a thicket of trees. "You really think they saw our plates?" Sam asked as he unloaded our bags while Dean pulled off the license plates, and shoving them into his duffel.

Dean slammed the trunk hood down as I lugged my duffel over my shoulder. "I don't wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this friggin' thing anyway." He grumbled. He grasped my duffel and pulled it off of me to lug over his own shoulder. I gave him a small smile before grabbing his lighter bag. "Well, one things for sure." Dean spoke up as we started walking down the road.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid." I explained. "A person, or maybe a creature that can become invisible."

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

"Nope." Sam muttered before clearing this throat and pulling out his phone.

"Who are you calling?" Dean glanced over.

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

"No way." Dean denied.

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

"I don't know, maybe they had some sort of falling out." Dean suggested. Sam lifted his phone to his ear.

"You ever notice John had a falling out with just about everyone?" I ask.

"Well, don't get all Maudlin on me, man." Sam chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Dean snapped.

"I mean this 'strong silent' thing of yours. Its crap." Sam started on Dean. I let out a breath of air and tried to quicken my pace. This was going to escalate quickly.

"Oh, god." Dean muttered.

"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 snapped.

"You know what? Back off, all right? Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you, Sam." Dean snapped.

"No, no, no. That's not what this is about, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man!" Sam paused as Dean shook his head. "Listen to me, all right? I just wanna make sure you're okay. So does Lottie. We care, Dean."

"Look, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay?" Dean snapped quickly. "I already have Lottie up my ass about sharing, I don't need anymore from you." I flinched a little and felt a little hurt. My heart sped up, and my throat started to feel dry. "I swear, the next person that asks if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!"

Sam came to a halt with Dean. I kept pushing forward, because I was about to burst into tears. Dean grasped at my arm, and made me stop. "What are you talking about?" Sam asked softly.

"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- 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 raised his voice. I bit at my lip at Sam's emotional expression.

Sam's face flushed as the hurt flew over his face. "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?" Dean yelled. Sam looked down for a moment before swallowing thickly and gazing back up. Dean took the opportunity to round on me. "Same goes for you. I get it, I really do, you're coping, and you're doing just fine accepting the fact that he's gone, but there's something you're hiding, and you're hiding it by trying to make it all about me. I'm okay, so I want you to tell me what's going on, and I want to know right now!"

My face felt like it was turning paler and paler with each second. Sam tried to intervene, but I found myself speaking before I could stop it. "I had a miscarriage." I said loudly. Dean face no longer showed pure agitation, but confusion. "I had- I had a miscarriage... After the cabin. After my heart stopped. Everything." Sam put his hand on my shoulder as the tears started oozing out faster and faster. "I didn't- I didn't want to dump it on you until I knew for sure you could handle it." Dean's eyes held regret, and I didn't blame him. I turned on my heel and started marching down the road in agony. I didn't want to tell him like this. I didn't want to unload in the middle of a case. I didn't want to admit the truth.

"Lottie!" Sam urged after ten minutes of them following after my huried pace. I stopped finally, and turned to him with a tear sodden expression. "Rakshasa." Sam said carefully.

"And?" I say with a scratchy tone.

He cleared his throat. "Ellen's best guess. It's a race of ancient hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited."

"So, they dress up like clowns and the children invite them in." Dean stated cautiously.

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Why don't they just munch on the kids?" I ask.

"No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?"

"What else did you find out?" Dean asked.

"Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects." Sam smirked.

"That's disgusting." I muttered.

"Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess."

"Well, that makes sense. I mean, the carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81." Dean pointed out.

"Right, probably more before that." Sam sighed.

"Hey, who do we know that work both shows?" Dean asked.

"Cooper?" Sam suggested.

"Cooper." Dean agreed.

"You know, that picture of his father looked just like him." I stated.

"You think maybe it was him?" Dean asked.

"Well, who know's how old he id." Sam reasoned.

"Ellen say how to kill him?" Dean questioned.

"Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass." Sam recited.

Dean thought for a moment. "I think I know where to get one of those."

"Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're going to want to make damn sure it's him." Sam stated.

"Oh, you're such a stickler for details, Sammy." Dean smirked. The brothers smiled at each other. "All right. I'll round up the blade, you go check if Cooper's got bedbugs."

~*****~

Once we finally made it back to the carnival, we split up. Dean went off to find the daggers while Sam and I checked Mr. Cooper's bed for bugs. I picked at the lock silently as Sam kept watch. Once the lock clicked open, I gently nudged open the door, and we stepped in. Sam sliced open the bed, and we honestly thought there would've been bugs. "What do you think you're doing?" We hear someone snap. The familiar sound of a shotgun cocking echoed through our skulls.

"Woah, wait! Uh, it's not what it looks like!" Sam started to stammer.

"Really? Well, you better start explainin' yourself!" Cooper snarled at Sam. He thrust his gun forward, and Sam took a step back and pulled me behind him.

"I'm sorry!" I yelped suddenly and peered around Sam. "My boyfriend- he has this weird kink! He likes getting it on in other peoples bed!" I sputter. Sam looked back at me like I had two heads. "Something about nearly getting caught really turns him on!" Sam motions for me to shut up.

"We're so sorry, sir." Sam apologized with a red face.

Cooper stared at him in disgust for a moment. "Don't let me catch you in here again! Got that?!" Cooper growled.

"Yessir!" I said quickly and grabbed Sam's hand and dragged him outwards.

Once the door slammed behind us, Sam whirled around on me, and boy did he look pissed. "That's the best you could think of?!" Sam bellowed. Before I could retort, Dean barrels passed us like a fire was lit in his shoes. "Dean!"

"Hey!" Dean greeted hurriedly. He was disheveled and wide eyed.

"It's not Cooper." Sam sighed, and shoved me. I slapped his arm as Dean gave us odd looks.

"Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere." Dean grumbled and glanced around.

"Well, did you get the-' Sam started and snapped his fingers as he tried to remember.

"The brass blades? No. No, it's just been one of those days." Dean sighed.

"I got an idea, come on." Sam urged, and grabbed our arms. He pulls us to the fun house, and he's searching wildly within while we trailed behind him. Sam pushed passed a door and it slammed closed behind him, separating him from Dean and I.

"Sam!" Dean called out as I started kicking at the door.

"Dean! Guys, find the maze! Okay?" Sam ordered. Dean and I shared a look before running off. The fun house was dark, and the bright colors of the door frames offered little light. Music echoed off of the halls, making the once happy place for children into a nightmare. We rounded a corner, and I let out a shrill yelp.

"Hey!" Dean called to alert Sam of our presence. Sam turned his head from what he was doing.

"Hey! Where is it?" Sam asked as he grabbed onto a brass pipe. Steam billowed out from them, and from the looks of Sam's face, they were hot.

"I don't know, I mean, shouldn't we at least see it's clothes walking around?" Dean snapped. I reached up to help Sam pry off a brass bar when I felt a knife dig into my arm. I let out a pained shriek as it pegged me to the wall. I reached up with my other hand to dig it out when another knife flew in and pegged my jacket sleeve to the wall.

"Lottie!" Dean shouted as I tugged at my good arm. He tried to rush over to help, but he was pinned in a few seconds. "Sam!"

Sam finally pulled the pip off and stalked towards us. Dean and I continued to struggle to remove the pipes. Another knife flew out, and Sam ducked in the nick of time. "Where is it?!"

"I don't know!" Dean retorted wildly. More steam billowed into the room from the vents beneath the organ.

My eyes caught a figure moving through the steam, right behind Sam. "BEHIND YOU!" I shriek.

Sam immediately stabs backwards with out looking. A pain filled shriek echoed out into the room. Sam whirled around as blood pumped through the pipe from the wound. The creature fell to it's back. Dean finally managed to get free and came over to help me. "Okay, on three; One, two-" He sharply tugged the blade from my forearm and caught me as I fell forwards with a yelp. I gripped my hand over my arm with a hiss and leaned against the wall. "I hate fun houses." Dean muttered.

~*****~
Dean's POV

It was a long drive back to the Road House. We made it back by the next day. I gazed over at Lottie in curiosity as she wiped away the excess blood from her arm with a damp rag. Once Ellen and Jo were busy elsewhere, she had used her weird mumbo jumbo and healed the stab wound. "You guys did a hell of a job. Your dad would be proud." Ellen commented as she set down three beers.

"Thanks." Sam replied. Jo waltzed over as Lottie took a sip of her beer, and immediately retched. I chuckled fondly at her and took the beer. Lottie scrunched up her nose a little as she noticed the look Jo had been giving her and Sam. She huffed and got up. My eyes trailed after her as she and Sam started playing pool.

"So...." Jo started, making me turn back to her. I sipped at my beer as she cleared her throat.

"So." I answered.

"Am I gonna see you again?"

I smirked a little, and gazed over my shoulder for a moment. "You'd be seeing all of us."

"Well, that's not what I mean, but that'd be nice." Jo said after a moment.

"Hmm. Can I be honest with you? See, normally, I'd be hitting on you so fast, it'd make your head spin. But, uh, these days, I think I found someone to settle down with." I say truthfully while looking down at my beer. "Even if this gig isn't exactly good with commitment."

"She's pretty." Jo commented with a coy smirk.

I let out a soft chuckle and leaned against my arm. "Yeah."

"It's okay. I get it." Jo said gently. I looked back at the pool table to see Lottie slam down a couple of twenties. Of course she'd bet her snack money. Sam rolled his eyes and leafed out about eighty bucks before setting it down. That wicked smirk slipped onto her lips as she sunk the remaining of her solids and pocketed the eight ball without batting an eyelash. Sam's jaw dropped when she started milking the champion speech. "You love her."

"Hm?"

"You really love her, don't you?"

I huffed, and smiled down at my beer. "Damn straight." I turned my gaze onto Ash as he finally stepped in with the folder of Dad's research and carrying a bizarre looking laptop.

"Where you guys been? I've been waitin' for ya." Ash called and held his arms out. Lottie looked over as she leaned on her pool cue.

"We were working a job, Ash," Lottie explained and set her cue on the rack. "The clown one."

"Clowns? What the-" Ash started with a confused face.

"You got something for us, Ash?" I questioned. He nodded and set his laptop onto the table. Lottie and Sam joined us.

"Did you find the demon?" Lottie asked.

"It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie." Ash said, causing Lottie to giggle.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.

"I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world, my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm." Ash nodded as I reached for the laptop.

"Do you mind...." I trailed off as I saw Ash's hostile gaze.  I retreated my hands from it quickly. "Yeah." I muttered awkwardly, and picked up my beer.

"What's up, man?"

"Ash, where did you learn to do all this?" Lottie asks.

"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explained.

"Okay, give us a call as soon as you know something." I stated softly.

"Si, si, compadre." Ash smirked. I finished my beer as Lottie swung her coat on.

~*****~
Carlotta's POV

Once we were back at Bobby's, Dean secluded himself to the Impala. After telling him about the miscarriage, he was either gentle or completely devoid of emotion towards me. It was hard to get a read on him anymore. I sat atop the tower of cars I had claimed as my get away perch, and gazed out at the salvage yard. And at Dean staring at his Impala. I closed my eyes and leaned against my knees as I let myself unwind. My skin flinched as the sound of glass shattering and metal banging against metal echoed through the air. Dean was wailing on the Impala with a crowbar. "Dean!" I yelped loudly, and scaled down the tower. I weaved through the cars, and once I reached him, I ducked under a swing of the crowbar and wrestled it from him before lugging it away. Dean stopped moving and looked away from me. I pulled myself around him, and made him look at me. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his eyes were tightly closed. His fists were clenched shut as his entire body shook. I reached up and smoothed my hands over his cheeks. "Dean..." I cooed, and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands gripped at my hips, and tugged me to him.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispered, his shoulders trembling. He kept repeating he was sorry, and pulled me flush against him.

"It's okay, you're okay..." I cooed gently, and let him bury his face into the crook of my neck. "I'm here, baby." My heart hammered roughly against my chest as Dean bared his soul, and wrapped his arms around my waist, and gripped tightly. "I know it's hurts. No matter how hard it is for you, I'm always going to be here. I won't leave. Not anymore." Dean didn't say a word, he just started walking forward, and pushed me against a stack of cars. His hips burned against mine, his erection burning through his jeans, and pressing against my lower stomach. Arousal burst forth, and I fought from mewling out in anticipation. "Dean?" I hummed softly. He lifted his head, staring down at me with tear ridden, green eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby- If I had known- I would've... I wouldn't let you suffer by yourself." Dean spoke so softly, it brought tears to my eyes. "I'm so sorry-" I cut him off as I pressed my lips against his. A low groan escaped from his throat as my arousal sky rocketed. "God-" My lips brushed against the stubble littering his chin as I trailed upwards, and pulled his ear lobe between my lips. "Lottie, hang on- This isn't something we can just-"

"Its been weeks, Dean," I groaned in agitation. My body was thrumming in want, everything felt scorching hot. "Dean, please- I just want you to fuck me senseless!" Dean's mouth popped open in shock. "I need intimacy. I need it with you, because when we're together, I can't feel anything else but you."

Dean remained silent before kissing me slowly. A low groan rumbled in my chest as he hiked my legs up and wrapped them around his hips. My hands wander over his chest, and I'm reveling in the firm, taught muscles beneath. I tip my head back as he starts littering the skin of my neck with small kisses. "I want you later, in bed." Dean says softly before setting me down. I push my lower lip out in a pout, and he just chuckles. "I want to cherish you." Without saying another word, he kisses me once more and turns on his heel.

"Can I help you with the Impala till then?" I ask softly. Dean just turns and gives me that All American Smile, and I from that small gesture, I know things are going to be okay.