Odessa delicately motioned for the bartender as she perched herself on a wooden stool, beaming her notorious grin as the female bartender asked what she wanted. Odessa shrugged off her charcoal-black long-coat, attentively folding the fabric and placed it beside her as she ordered a 'French 75'. She drummed her fingers along the tabletop, crimson-red nails glimmering in the romantic lighting. From her peripheral vision, the man several seats away was intently staring as he sipped his whiskey. Disregarding his indiscreet roaming eyes, she flipped open her phone, re-reading the multiple messages Sam sent her three hours before. According Sam's message, Dean was entirely a wreck with his usual tactics being used; avoid emotional confrontation, divulge his attention in something else entirely, and bitterly ward off those who attempted to assist him in any form.

A sudden wave of affluent cologne suffused her nose as her glass cocktail was placed on the countertop and inwardly groaned at the intimate proximity with the man. She currently wasn't looking for a one-night stand and his potent cologne forceful on her senses. Odessa raised her glass of champagne, already disinterested with conversation he was going to muster. "You know, I've always loved a woman who knew what she wanted." Bringing the rim to her scarlet-stained lips, she sipped her drink, humming scornfully. 

Odessa pressed her lips together, narrowing her eyes as she faced him. His demeanor evidently revealed he'd done this before; his head lifted, he stood tall with his chest pushed out. He was fairly good-looking with a robustly-built frame. His eyes were a gleaming shade of piercing grey, and his well-maintained scruff enhanced his attractiveness. "Then it's such a shame that I don't want you." She replied curtly, rolling her eyes as he smirked at her retaliation. He chuckled, clearly amused by her.

She sipped her champagne, obviously uninterested with the man beside her. He took a large gulp of his whiskey, motioning for the female bartender to re-fill his glass. He leaned against the counter, continuing to ogle at the irked Guardian. She'd only entered this bar to unwind from the case she'd finished an hour prior. "Playing hard to get, I see." He accepted his whiskey from the petite bartender, not bothering to even mutter a single 'thank you' her way. 

She released an exasperated sigh, turning her whole body his way. "There's no such thing as 'playing hard to get'," She said crudely, "It's simply called 'being disinterested'." 

His smirk didn't seem to diminish, only widened as his hand glided smoothly up her thigh. She raised her eyebrow and clenched her jaw. "I'm giving you five seconds to remove your hand from my thigh or I'll bash your face in." She sneered menacingly, stiffening as his hand was shifting alarmingly getting closer to edge of her underwear. His eyes piqued in interest as his gaze directed itself on the ruby necklace just between her breasts.

He snatched the ruby into his hand, examining it thoroughly. "Is this a real—" 

Odessa hastily seized his wrist and achingly contorted his hand the opposite direction that it's supposed to bend, slyly grinning as the stomach-turning crack filled her ears. "Times up." She forcefully gripped his hair from the back of his head, and swiftly brought his head down on the countertop. The vehement bang echoed through the entire bar, gathering nearly everyone's attention. He groaned loudly as he stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood gushed between his fingers. She yanked her coat from where she placed it and shrugged it back on shoulders. She took her champagne and downed the remaining amount, and settled the empty glass back on the counter. Peering down at the man, she feigned a smile. "Touch another girl without her consent, I swear I'll find you," She taunted, "And your nose and wrist won't be the only things I'll break." 

The large, broad wooden doors swung open for her and the afternoon breeze tickled her exposed skin gingerly. She continued onward, phone buzzing repeatedly in her palm. Unlocking her phone for the second time, there was three new messages from Sam, announcing there was news of his father. Odessa halted, re-reading the message claiming there was a woman named 'Ellen' whose voicemail John saved for four months. And now he had an address, inviting her to join them. She flipped her phone closed, pursing her lips as thought of re-joining them formed in her mind.

The thought of course crossed her mind repeatedly on several different occasions over the course of the week she'd been gone. She wasn't sure if she was ready to return, even though she missed Sam terribly, and there was a small portion within her that clandestinely yearned for Dean. Even if she wanted to go back, was Dean going to forgive her? They'd both said some pretty awful things to each others, and she'd might've taken things too far when slapping him. Well, he definitely deserved it, but there was thing hollow feeling in her chest that was apprehensive because what if Dean didn't want her back? 

She shook her head, pushing aside the disrupting thoughts away. There was only one way to find out.

<<>>

Odessa unlocked her door, squinting her eyes to make out the words on the sign. The address Sam messaged her drove her to some abandoned roadhouse, and she was beginning to question if this was some kind of joke. Had it been a mere coincidence the place was only an hour and a half away?  She re-adjusted her holster efficiently concealed by her burgundy-velvet dress, and the blade's edge delicately grazed her thigh. She pushed in the magazine of her semi-automatic handgun, and did the same to other one she possessed. 

As she inched nearer towards the entrance, there was distant voices deriving from inside, and the distinct sound of rifles being loaded. She exhaled sharply, they truly did need her around. She ascended up the porch of the wooden roadhouse, and swung the door open, hastily raising her weapons high. There she was greeted with a somewhat amusing image of both brother dominated by two women. All eyes were on her, and she exhibited a glittering grin as her eyes dazzled with determination. "Those are my boys your pointing your guns at," She stated with affirmation, eyes flickering between the two women. "I've been gone only a week, and you're already needing my help? Sam, Dean, your skills are getting rusty." 

The older woman sent them questioning glances. "Sam? Dean? Winchester," They both looked one another, hesitantly saying 'yeah' simultaneously. "Son of a bitch." She mumbled. 

The younger woman shifted on her feet. "Mom, you know these guys?" 

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys," Odessa scrunched her brows together, and she watched as Sam and Dean mimicked her expression. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo." Ellen laughed, grinning as she introduced herself and her daughter, lowering her revolver to her side. 

Jo muttered a single 'hey' as she lowered her rifle. Dean removed his hand from his nose, turning to face her. "You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Odessa snickered from the doorway, apprehensively dropping her arms to her hips. Ellen went into the backroom, muttering something along the lines of 'I'll be back', and Sam pivoted to face the approaching Guardian, beaming grin widening. 

She smiled in return, spreading her arms wide as he stepped closer. He securely embraced her, and her nose was crammed with his cologne and the unmistakable, potent aroma of the Impala's leather. Pulling back, she jutted her chin in Dean's direction, wordlessly asking if he was okay. Sam shrugged, unsure of what to say. She watched as he shrugged his jacket off, accepting the encased ice Ellen offered from the back kitchen. "You called our dad, said you could help—help with what?" Dean asked bluntly.

Ellen was leaning against the bar's countertop beside Jo. "Well, the demon, of course," Odessa stiffened, gaze flickering between the two brothers. "I heard he was closing in on it."

Dean spread his arms wide in disbelief. "Was there an article in the Demon Hunter's Quarterly that I missed. I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?" 

Ellen swiftly defended herself. "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," Dean didn't seem fazed by her heartfelt words, questioning her as to why John never mentioned her once. "You'd have to ask him that." 

Odessa shifted on her seat uncomfortably as Dean peered down at the wooden floorboards, evidently distressed. "So, why exactly do we need your help?" Odessa rolled her eyes at his curtly behavior.

Offended, Ellen was quick to retaliate sharply. "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—" She stopped, comprehension dawning upon her features as she realized the issue. "He didn't send you. He's all right, isn't he?" 

Sam inhaled sharply. "No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It just got him before he got it, I guess." Odessa squeezed his hand reassuringly. Dean was obviously exasperated with the whole conversation, unaware as to why they needed to speak about it. 

"I'm so sorry." Ellen apologized.

"It's okay," Dean replied, "We're all right." Dean feigned a small smile to reassure her, which she saw right through.

"Really, I know how close you and your dad—" 

Dean intervened. "Really, lady, I'm fine." 

Odessa didn't appreciate when Dean pushed people away, especially when they simply want to help him. She supposed he felt as if he didn't deserve their help, and that's what made the situation so much more difficult. His flaw was uncannily resembling her own with expressing gratitude. She cleared her throat, toying the hem of her velvet dress. "If there is any way either of you could help, it would be greatly appreciated." Dean rested his hand on his lap, removing the ice from his eyes as he glared questionably at her. 

Ellen looked at Jo. "Well, we can't," She said, "But Ash will." 

Odessa furrowed her eyebrows, folding her arms across her chest. "And who's Ash?" As Ellen shouted Ash's name, her vociferous words reverberated, and the unconscious man who slumbered on the pool table lurched upright, knocking the balls of the table as he shouted 'what' in response, and quickly asked if closing time arrived. Odessa quirked an eyebrow. "That's Ash?" 

Jo nodded, seeming to have expected the looks of disapproval from them. "Mm-hmm, he's a genius." 

Minutes pass and Dean tosses the research John gathered through the year tracking the demon on top of the counter, pushing it aside to where Ash was sitting. "You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie," Ash chuckled, amused more than offended, smiling as he claimed he liked Dean. "Thanks." 

Jo, from behind the counter, placed three empty glasses in front of them. "Just give him a chance." 

Dean appeared apprehensive on agreeing; nonetheless, he mumbled an 'all right' as he sat down. "Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so let's see what you make out of it." Dean was clearly underestimating the man as he offered the encased papers.

Ash, who seemed to have noticed Dean's belittlement, and unwrapped the string and scanned through the pages. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

Sam stiffened. "Our dad could."

Ash returned his attention back on the multiple papers. "These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean...damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon—you know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightening? It ain't fun."

Sam cocked his head. "Can you track it or not?" He asked.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's going to take time. Give me," He closed his eyes, calculating the needed amount of time. "Fifty-one hours." Odessa grinned as Ash gathered the scattered papers, heading towards the back.

Dean scratched his eyebrow. "Hey, man. By the way, I dig the haircut."

Ash pointed his index finger to his hair, which was absolutely horrid, and scoffed as if he knew Dean did. "All business up front, party in the back." He whipped his hair, then shrugged nonchalantly before disappearing from view. Odessa chuckled, raising the rim of the glass Jo poured for her to her lips. 

A bubbling sensation formed within her abdomen as she witnessed Dean thoroughly observing Jo amble away from them, eyes remaining on her bottom the whole time. She rolled her eyes, attempting to disregard his inability to be discreet. She tried to not have it bother her, she really did, but there was no use. She, without a doubt, was jealous.

<<>>

Dean swiftly scurried to where Jo stood, sitting himself on the chair right beside the petite blonde. "How'd your mom get into this stuff, anyway?" He asked, ghostly smile quirking, staring up at her. 

Jo froze, "My dad," She replied simply. "He was a hunter. He passed away." She said, quickly glancing down at her shoes. Dean's charming smile diminished within seconds, and he frowned, apologizing right after. "It was a long time ago. I was just a kid. Sorry to hear about your dad." She apologized, continuing her work.

Dean chuckled softly, alluring smirk rising once again. "So, I guess I got fifty-one hours to waste," He said, scratching his head. "Maybe tonight we should..." He trailed off, unsure if pursuing the flirtatious suggestion was necessarily right. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he wasn't fine. John was his father, and he shaped Dean to be the man he is today. And with the idea of the demon behind this lingering in his mind, he never got closure. To make matters worse, he forcibly drove Odessa away. 

He glanced her direction, she was amusingly taunting Sam with a photograph of some frightening clown with this wondrous grin on her lips. She was perched on the countertop, reading aloud a newspaper article, or what Dean assumed was an article, and he couldn't fathom how remarkably beautiful she was. He turned to face Jo. "You know what? Never mind," Jo furrowed her eyebrows, mumbling a 'what'. Dean shook his head. "Nothing, just wrong place, wrong time." 

"You know, I thought you were gonna toss me some cheap pickup line," Dean laughed, mostly to hide the fact that was his intention. "Most hunters come through that door think they can get in my pants with some pizza, a six-pack, and side one of 'Zeppelin IV'." 

Dean seemed dumbfounded. "What a bunch of scumbags." 

Jo shook her head. "Not you."

Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess not." 

From the distance, Sam called for Dean, ordering him to check the file Ellen had given him. He stood, frowning as he realized what the hell he did. Wrong place, wrong time, he thought to himself, most of all, wrong girl.

<<>>

Odessa entered the circus tent's entrance, greeted with an older man dressed in a tuxedo while methodically tossing throwing knives on a wooden board. She inwardly concluded Dean's plan was possibly a way to get back at her. She had no interest in joining the circus, to become part of an exhibit, or even be on cleanup duty. She'd never enjoyed attending the circus even through her adolescent years; Costello, however, reveled in them. Odessa never understood why he adored them immensely. "Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?" Dean questioned to the elder.

She stood beside Sam, inches from where Dean was positioned. The man furrowed his brow. "What is that—some kind of joke," Odessa froze, her wandering gaze shifted to the man as he yanked his darkened his glasses, revealing his cloudy iris'. Dean attempted to apologize, but the man didn't seem to care. "You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset or anything at all?" 

Dean craned his neck to face Sam and Odessa. "Want to give me a little help here?"

Sam, evidently amused by the perilous situation, frowned and shook his head. "Not really." 

Odessa folded her arms across her chest, snickering into her sweater. "No, no, you seem to be doing fine." The whole scenario was entirely comical, and she knew she shouldn't be laughing.  

A voice from behind where she stood rang through the air, and she pivoted to face the man, only to be welcomed by nothing. "Hey, Barry, is there a problem?" She looked down and there was man who was much smaller than them. 

The blind man, whose name was Barry, instantly retaliated. "Yeah, this guy hates blind people." 

Odessa questionably furrowed her eyebrows, wondering how Barry made that conclusion. Dean fumbled over his own words and was chuckling nervously. "Hey, buddy, what's your problem?" The other man asked, threateningly stepping forward with some form of weapon in hand.

Dean raised his hands in surrender. "Nothing. It's just a little misunderstanding." 

The other man raised both his eyebrows, evidently offended by Dean's choice of words. "Little? You son of a bitch." He raised his so-called weapon and Dean stepped back some more.

"No, no, no! Could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is," Odessa and Sam were laughing alongside each other, and she wiped a stray tear. "Please?"

<<>>

Odessa was perched on regular chair, as opposed to the one Sam forcibly was seated in, and she listened intently to Mr. Cooper explanation to Dean's question. "A couple of folks got themselves murdered," She briefly wondered how people 'get themselves murdered'. She wanted to ask him, point him out on his wording, but she remained silent. "Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever work the circuit before?" 

Sam cleared his throat. "Yes, sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas." 

"Doing what? Ride jockeys? Pull shoot? A-and-S men?" Odessa quirked an eyebrow, unsure of what to say.

Sam stole a brief glance at her and Dean. "Uh, yeah. Little bit of everything, I guess." She didn't necessarily remember the attractions of a circus (considering she'd hadn't been to one in several years) but she didn't think the three of them could possibly do everything.

Mr. Cooper seemed realize that too. He tilted his head the other direction, eyeing them deliberately. "You three have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?" Odessa pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head 'no'.  

Dean feigned a bright smile. "Nope. But we really need the work. Oh, and Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady." He laughed, and Odessa squinted her eyes, furrowing her brows as she sent Dean an inquiring glance. She sincerely questioned her mind as to why she adored this man.

Mr. Cooper didn't appear amused by Dean's attempt to ease the tension in the atmosphere. "You see that picture? That's my daddy. He was in the business—ran a freak show till they outlawed them most places. Apparently displaying the deformed isn't dignified," He said, "So, most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's progress, I guess," He half-shrugged. "You see, this place is a refuge for outcasts, always has been, for folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you three...should go to school, get married, have 2.5 kids, live regular." 

Sam leaned forward with his jaw clenched. "Sir, we don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this." Odessa turned to face him, perplexed by his choice of words. If she hadn't known better, she would've assumed Sam genuinely didn't want to attend school. 

Perhaps he didn't.

<<>>

Odessa was merely seconds from suffocating one of the multiple adults with her trashbag that continuously proceeded to toss their trash on the floor despite being beside the trashcan. She couldn't possibly fathom their motives by flinging trash inches from where it's supposed to be. The beginning of her shift, she didn't mind but three hours into repeatedly doing was remarkably irking her. She tried informing them littering made her job much more difficult and she also attempted to direct them to where the trashcan was, but that didn't work either. There were even two or three times where she picked up the person's trash with her bare hands and chucked it at their head and shouted 'how do you like it'. 

She realized she might as well remain silent because nothing was going to work on these barbaric people. The aggravation amplified as she was involuntarily enforced to scan every item she saw with her E.M.F. detector. Typically, scanning wasn't troublesome, but here there were inquisitive and intrusive children whose attention was piqued by anything that glowed and made a silly noise. Her phone buzzed from her pocket, and she quickly flipped it open and read the message from Sam. He needed her assistance alongside Dean. 

She closed her phone, tightly shutting her eyes as she became aware of what Sam was doing. He was attempting to rouse their friendship anew, and his efforts to rekindle their bond wasn't going unnoticed by her. She sighed heavily as she shoved her phone back into her newly acquired jacket and went scavenging for the green-eyed beauty. 

Ten minutes must've passed when she finally witnessed Dean with his uniform (which wasn't necessarily a uniform—just a jacket and cleaning equipment) and tossing his trash into the dumpster. He was on his phone speaking with Sam, beads of sweat coating his hairline. He furrowed his eyebrows and dashed in the other direction as he spoke with his brother.

She exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes as she scurried in his direction with an impatient expression. Dean was gripped by his upper arm by the blind man from earlier, and Odessa stopped in her tracks. She focused her hearing on Barry's voice. "And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's E.M.F.?" He asked.

Dean scrunched his brows together in confusion. "Dude, your blind-man hearing is out of control." 

"We're a tight-knit group. We don't like outsiders. We take care of our own problems." 

Odessa pursed her lips and scampered to Dean's side. "Well, do we have a problem?" 

Barry tilted his head, somewhat startled by a new voice. "You tell me. He's the one talking about human bones." 

Odessa licked her lips, glancing to the side as she made discontent with the situation evident. "Do you happen to believe in ghosts," Barry jerked his head, 'what' escaping his mouth. "The three of us are writing a book about them. It's this whole supernatural, romance novel called..." She trailed off, gleaming grin as she mustered up some title. "Control. We're working on the title, so if you excuse us." She gripped Dean's hand and swiftly pulled him away from where Barry stood.

<<>>

Odessa was carrying her duffle bag over her shoulder as she ambled on the desolate, asphalt road with her boys beside her. They, much to their convenience, disposed the mini-van Bobby loaned the boys, which he wasn't getting back anytime soon. The task to follow the young girl and her family back to their home to see if the clown appeared with her completely and utterly blundered. And Dean was convinced they saw their plates, to which she said he was simply looking for an excuse to abandon the vehicle.

Dean readjusted the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder. "Well, there's one things for sure," Odessa mumbled 'what's that' and he stole a swift, apprehensive glance down at her. "We're not dealing with a spirit. That rock salt hit something solid." 

Sam peered down at his shoes. "Yeah, a person, or maybe 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 mumbled a 'no' and fished for his phone in his pocket, flipping it open. Dean and Odessa furrowed their brows, exchanging questioning glances. "Who are you calling?" She asked.

"Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash will know something," He replied, "Hey, you think, uh, dad and Ellen ever had a thing," Dean scrunched his nose in distaste, shaking his head and responded with a simple 'no way'. "Then why didn't he tell us about her?" 

Shrugging, Dean's gaze remained fixated on the heat waves miles away. "I don't know. Maybe they had some sort of falling-out."

Raising the phone to his ear, Sam scoffed. "You ever notice dad had a falling-out with just about everybody," Odessa chuckled faintly; however, Dean didn't seem to be amused in the faintest. Sam hung up the phone, an hardly inaudible beep deriving from the buttons rang through silence. "Don't get all maudlin on me, man." 

"What do you mean?" Dean questioned, obviously offended.

"I mean this strong silent thing of yours. It's crap. I'm over it," Dean groaned, seemingly already dissatisfied with conversation. "This isn't just anyone we're talking about. This is dad. I know how you felt about the man."

Odessa gazed off into the golden meadows on the opposite side of the road. She didn't want to get involved, and she didn't even want to listen to conversation, but there wasn't any place for her to go. She could speed up her pace, but her enhanced hearing would just pick up their voices anyway. "You know what, back off, all right? Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you want me too—" 

Sam shook his head and index finger in defiance. "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. You don't force the people who care about you out of your life." Odessa's head snapped in his direction and she pursed her lips. A distinct sting protruded through her heart, and she simply tore her gaze away. "Listen, I'm your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you're okay." 

"Dude, I'm okay! I'm okay! 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." 

Sam halted in his tracks, as did Odessa. She held her breath, wondering he was going to speak the words aloud. She'd gotten the feeling Sam was behaving this way to attempt to make amends with John even though he was dead. He felt guilty for acting so childishly the last time he spoke with him, and now he was trying to make things better for himself. But she wasn't going to mention this aloud. "What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"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?' You spent your entire life slugging it out with that 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." 

Sam's eyes were reddening within the seconds and Odessa saw he swallow the lump in his throat. "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?" 

Sam's expression was blank. "I'm gonna call Ellen." And he walked away from Dean and her. 

Odessa stood in front of Dean. "That was too far, and I think you shouldn't have said that," She muttered, and he glanced down at her with vivid eyes. "But you seem to be making a habit of saying things you shouldn't." And she too walked away and stood beside Sam.

<<>>

After Sam informed them the creature they were hunting was possibly called a 'Rakshasa', they were convinced the creature was disguising themselves as Mr. Cooper. And the only way to kill it was with a brass knife, which the three didn't possess. When they returned to the circus, Sam sternly demanded she attend Barry's cabin with Dean, much to her dismay. "Well, I got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I got a brass one, though." He opened the door leading to his room, knocking on a trunk with his white cane. "Check the trunk." Dean closed the door behind him, and Odessa opened the trunk's lid with nimble fingers. 

She tossed a few items out the way but froze when her fingers grazed the scratchy fabric of a familiar clown costume. She picked up the wacky, bright-red wig and displayed it for Dean to see. His eyes widened, hastily whirling around. "You?" He muttered, and she watched as Barry dropped the white cane from his hand, and yanked his black glasses off.

His eyes were no longer cloudy and his egotistical smirk widened. "Me." Was all he replied with as his eyes transformed into bright sky-grey, resembling a cat's eyes. He wiggled his finger in a taunting manner as his face mutated eerily before diminishing into the air. Odessa stepped back, hand reaching for the door handle and twisted. The door was locked, and now there was no way for them to leave. A throwing knife lodged itself between Dean and her's heads were. And before Odessa could process what was happening, another was thrown. 

Dean shouted, and roughly collided his shoulder against the wooden door. He broke the hinges and they were dashing outside of the tent where Barry's cabin was. Several workers remained on sight, collecting the leftover trash, and she wanted to scream at them to run. "Hey," Sam voice called from behind them. "So, Cooper thinks I'm a peeping tom, but it's not him." He said shrugging nonchalantly.

Odessa stepped forward. "Yeah, we've noticed. It's Barry, the blind man. We don't know where he his, but he's somewhere." 

"Well, did you get the—"

Dean intervened. "The brass blades? No. It's just been one of those days." 

Sam's eyes flickered to the maze. "I got an idea. Come on." She followed behind him into the maze, wondering what kind of fucking idiots enter a maze when a murderous creature is following them. They were swiftly separated as the doors closed on Dean, blocking Odessa and Sam from him. She heard Dean shouting their names as Sam attempted to push open the door. "Dean, find the maze, okay!" And they were off, dashing through the multiple twists and turns as calliope music played through the speakers.

Sam rushed to the end of one of the corridors where several pipes were aligned with steam puffing from the top. He raised his hands to yank one of the pipes from its stand and Odessa quickly yanked on his jacket. "No, Sam, it's hot—" Sam recoiled his hands as he winced, fingers faintly sizzling. "There's fucking steam coming out of it, what did you expect? Get the one without the steam." She said, muttering a 'dumbass' after. 

Dean appeared from one of the entrances. "Hey. Where is it?" Odessa asked.

"I don't know. I mean, shouldn't we see his clothes walking around?" A dagger abruptly appeared from thin air and wedged itself into Dean's sleeve, then at his cuff. "Sam, Essie." He shouted through gritted teeth. Sam successfully yanked the brass pipe and walked forward into the hall, dodging an incoming dagger. 

"Essie, where is it?"

Odessa rushed to Dean, assisting him on tugging the handles from the wooden walls. "I don't know, kind of busy at the moment." She stopped, realize they're must've been an emergency hatch for fires. Looking up, the small, red lever was inches above her head. "Oh, god, Sam behind you!" He reacted incredibly quick and stabbed the metal pipe in the creature's abdomen. A shrill, deafening screech filled her ears as Barry shrank and dwindled into nothing. 

"I hate fun houses." Dean said from beside her.

"Same here, I need a drink."

<<>>

Ellen popped open two beers for the boys, a prideful grin on her lips. "You three did a hell of a job. You're dad would be proud." She complimented, stepping away as Sam thanked her. Jo was leaning uncomfortably close to Dean, an expression on her face that said 'please leave, I'm trying to ride him', and Dean held a similar look. Sam fumbled over his own words, stuttering as he grabbed his beer and went to the opposite side of the roadhouse.

Dean sipped his beer, glancing down at the logo on the beer bottle. "So..." Jo trailed off, nervously fiddling with her fingers. "Am I gonna see you again?"

"Do you want to?" Dean asked egotistically. 

"I wouldn't hate it." 

Dean glanced from Jo to Odessa, who was conversing with Ellen across the bar with a glittering grin. Her emblems were wonderfully on display, and her lips were astonishingly dark, resembling the blood flowing through his veins. She was breathtakingly stunning and the very image of her had a variety of reactions in his body. "Can I be honest with you? See, normally, I'd be hitting on you so fast it'd make your head spin, but these days...I don't know." 

"Wrong place, wrong time. It's okay. I get it." 

Dean looked up at Odessa once more and sipped his beer. Because in the end, it didn't matter if Jo had feelings for him because there was always one girl standing in the way.

HI GUYS! DON'T WORRY, I'LL ADDRESS IF SHE'S STAYING IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT! LOVE YOU GUYS :)