While you wanted to head straight through to the town and find the book, it wasn't going to happen. Dean need a place to rest. Someplace that wasn't moving, where you could make sure he would be fine.

Sam and Cas rode in the front of the car, while you sat in the back with Dean's head in your lap. Running your finger through his hair, you stared down at him, hoping that your earlier words would be truthful. That he would be okay.

"Y/N," he mumbled, turning his cheek into your palm, his eyes still closed.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him.

"Like people threw stones at me," He muttered, wincing as he turned to find a comfortable spot. "What were those people thinking?"

"They didn't know any better," you muttered as Dean started to sit up. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Ignoring your question, he stared out the window. "Where the hell are we going?"

"Back to the bunker," Sam explained. "You need to rest and recuperate. Only then will we continue on."

"Oh hell no!" Dean exclaimed. "Pull this Impala over right now! We are going and finishing this before someone else gets hurt!"

"Dean, I'm not sure...," Cas started to argue, but Dean slammed his hand against the back of the seat.

"No, I don't care! Y/N almost died, and I was beaten with rocks. If we don't get this taken care of now, I'm afraid one of us won't come back. And I can't have that."

Sighing, Sam did as he was told, pulling off to the side of the road. Squeezing your hand, Dean slid out of the backseat, standing for a moment as he tried to gather his bearings. His face was pale, and one of his wounds was starting to bleed sluggishly. But he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and all three of you knew that.

Sam moved to the passenger side, while Cas moved to the back with you. Without saying a word, Dean turned the Impala around, heading back towards the town where this all started.

You were nervous. It was almost over, and you knew that the spelled book wouldn't give up so easy. But you believed in your team, that you could get past this and move on.

Everyone stayed quiet as Dean made his way towards Nuyaka Oklahoma where Cas had found the kids.

"Cas, what are we going to do when we get there? Won't they realize that we're in town?"

"I don't think they will, but whoever is controlling the intricate spell might. We will need to be on our toes, and get this taken care of. And fast."

"Damn straight," Dean agreed. "And we're almost there."

Staring out the window, watching as the mile sign went by, telling you it was only another 5 miles to Nuyaka. The sun was just on the horizon, ready to sink down, moving faster than you thought it should. The sunlight that had just been filtering through the fields of wheat had suddenly settled behind it. Dean turned the lights of the Impala on. "Wait, wasn't it just sunny?"

"They know we're coming," Sam mumbled, brushing his hair back. "I just hope they don't pull a trick like last time."

Flickering lights were seen off to the side, just as the Impala came rolling to a stop. "Dean, why are we stopping here?" You asked, seeing a towering building off to the side. A wooden sign, proclaiming it to be the Shane Bed and Breakfast hung on a post, one strong wind away from falling down.

"I'm not! The Impala died!" Dean argued, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. Throwing open the door, he quickly moved out of the car, leaning against it while the wave of pain passed by. You were quickly by his side, your hand on his shoulder. "Dean, don't work yourself up, you're trying to heal."

"I know it's them!" He exclaimed. "They messed with my baby, and nobody messes with my car!"

As if a broken down car wasn't enough, it started raining. "Just great," Dean grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air. But you could see the whiteness to the clouds, even in the darkness, as the rain came down harder, the drops bigger. Turning into hail.

"Dean, it's hail!"

"I can't leave my Baby out here!" He insisted as the hailstones grew larger. One hit you in the shoulder, at least the size of a marble. "There! There's shelter!" You told Dean, pointing towards the garage of the Bed and Breakfast.

With you steering, Sam, Dean and Cas started pushing. You could hear them cussing and groaning, no doubt getting pummeled by hail. Finally, the car was safe inside the old fashioned garage. All three men were completely soaked, sporting a couple of new welts from the hail falling hard outside.

"Think this is spelled?" You asked, all three men nodding their head. "Then I don't want to head into the bed and breakfast. Maybe we could just wait out the storm here? In the garage?"

"I think Y/N"s right," Dean agreed, looking a little pale. "That place is creepy, and there has to be a reason we broke down right in front of it."

"Then it's a plan. We'll take turns sleeping, and leave as soon as we can figure out what's wrong," you said, moving to climb into the car just as a dark figure emerged from the side door of the garage.

"Excuse me, but can I help you?" He asked. He was tall, maybe even as tall as Sam with a lanky frame.

"Sorry for using your garage, but our car broke down," Dean started explaining while Sam and Cas stayed in the shadows, just watching.

"This is nasty weather, I hope you weren't planning on spending the night down here."

"Actually we were. As soon as we can get the car fixed, we were going to be on our way."

"I'm afraid that's not going to work," the man said. "This is my establishment, and if you plan on staying here, you will need to book at least one room."

"So much for common courtesy," Sam mumbled under his breath. "Fine. We'll rent a couple of rooms, but we'll be on our way as soon as we can get our car up and running."

Grabbing your bag out of the back of the Impala, you had to admit being in a nice room, changing into dry clothes sounded very nice. And you would have Dean beside you in case anything weird happened. "We'll get our rooms, and as soon as this hail stops, I'll be out there working on my car," Dean said as you followed the owner through the covered walkway towards the imposing bed and breakfast. At least three feet tall, it was made of dark marble and stones. Stained glass windows covered much of the walls.

Stepping inside was like stepping back in time. Rich red rugs covered the wooden floors. Dark cherry furniture filled almost every available space. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting the entire place. But when you looked closer you could see the layer of dust on each and every piece of furniture. The cobwebs covering the lights. The stains on the rugs. The place had been majestic at one point, but was now falling beyond repair.

"I have one single room available, and one with two doubles. Connected with a door?" The owner suggested as he moved behind the large desk at the front of the room. "They are the best rooms I have."

"They will be perfect," you answered, taking the offered keys as Dean reluctantly handed over his credit card.

Handing the key to the room with double beds over to Sam, you glanced around the room, your hand reaching for his arm when a pair of yellow eyes seemed to stare your way from the farthest corner of the room.

"Sam, do you see that?" You whispered, nodding to the corner. But as quickly as they appeared, the eyes were gone.

"See what?"

"There were eyes, but now they're gone. Maybe I'm just tired and I'm imagining things," you mumbled as Dean came up and wrapped his arm around you.

"I don't think you would imagine things. We just need to keep our eyes and ears open for anything strange."

"I'll keep watch while you guys sleep," Cas offered.

"Just try not to be creepy about it," Dean grumbled before pushing open the door to your room. A large four poster bed sat in the middle of the room, full of fluffy pillows. You couldn't wait to crawl into bed, sleep for a couple of hours before you were on your way once again. "Listen Y/N, why don't you catch a couple hours of sleep. I'll head back to the Impala as soon as things settle down a little bit, see what's up."

"No, you need some rest too," you insisted. "You've just literally been stoned. Get out of those wet clothes, and climb into bed. You know Cas will let us know the moment something goes on."

"Of course I will," he answered, pushing open the connecting door.

Leaving them to talk, you pulled some items from your bag, shutting the door to the bathroom behind you. Struggling to get out of your soggy clothes, you tossed them into the corner for now, slipping into a pair of warm and soft sleep pants, along with one of Dean's old henleys.

Feeling much better already, you left the bathroom, running your hand along Dean's lower back as he continued to talk. Throwing most of the pillows to the floor, you slipped under the sheets, surprised at how clean this room was compared to the rest of the place. The mattress was soft and fluffy, the pillows smelling faintly of lavender.

By this time Dean had changed into a new pair of jeans and flannel. "Dean, I don't think jeans are going to be the comfiest thing to sleep in."

"I want to be prepared," he argued. "And anyways, I'm not planning on sleeping."

"Dean," you sighed. "You've literally recovering from being hit with stones. Just take a minute and relax. Please."

"Fine. But just an hour, and then I'm back out there, working on Baby."

Sliding under the covers, he laid on his back, a frown on his face. Rolling over, you cuddled against his chest, letting him turn the light off. "There, doesn't this feel nice?"

"It would feel a little better if your elbow wasn't laying on one of my many bruises," he mumbled. Quickly, you moved your arm and he breathed a sigh of relief. Laying there, feeling his arm around you, you closed your eyes, ready to get a couple hours of sleep before you were back on the road.

You could feel Dean slowly relax, his breathing evening out. Sleepily , you opened your eyes, all thoughts of sleep fading from your mind at the sight of yellow eyes peering from the corner of the room.

"Dean," you whispered, as your eyes slowly got used to the darkened room. You could barely make out the figure the yellow eyes belonged to. The figure was probably around 6 feet, it's slender frame covered in some sort of baggy suit. Something was wrapped around its neck, like a large ruffle. "I think there's a clown staring at us."

"Hmm," he mumbled, trying to wake up. Leaning over him, you quickly switched the light on, earning a disgruntled groan from Dean.

"Dean, was that statue there earlier?" You asked him, seeing the terrifying clown statue in the corner.

"I have no idea, but does it really matter?" He grumbled, rubbing at his eyes just as Cas came into the room.

"Is everything okay?"

"Y/N's freaking out about that clown statue over there," Dean yawned. "I don't remember seeing it before, but that doesn't mean anything."

Cautiously, with his angel blade out, Cas approached the statue while you stayed in bed, watching with apprehension. The eyes had glowed too creepishly to be a statue, and they matched those you had seen earlier.

Tapping the statue with the end of his blad, Cas stepped back, waiting to be attacked. Nothing happened, and you all breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just a creepy statue. Now let's get some sleep so we can get out of here," Dean said, reaching over to turn the light off.

"Just yell if you need anything," Cas said before leaving the two of you alone.

"Sleep," Dean whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The clown statue still in your mind, you slowly fell asleep, wishing that you hadn't broken down near this creepy place.

Not sure how much time passed before you slowly came awake, feeling as if you were being watched. "Cas? Is that you?" You whispered, when you realized that you were alone on the bed. "Dean?"

Dean's spot was cold, telling you he had gone to work on the Impala quite some time ago. Sitting up, you felt how cold the room was. But what scared you the most was the same pair of yellow eyes, staring at you. No longer in the corner of the room, the statue had moved closer, maybe five feet from your bed. With the moonlight peering through the half opened curtains, you could see the statue's mouth opened, sharp teeth gleaming.

Without even thinking, you slid quickly out of bed, racing out of your room, and into Sam's connecting room. He was sound asleep on one of the beds, and you jumped onto it, waking him up.

"Wh...Y/N?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he quickly woke up.

"The statue Sam!" You exclaimed. "It moved!"

"How can a statue...," he started to say. "You know what? Nevermind. In our line of work anything can move."

"Where's Cas?" You asked, looking around.

"He went with Dean about an hour ago. When nothing happened, they thought it was okay to leave us here," Sam explained, staring at the open door, his hand on his gun. "Let's go check on that statue."

Staying behind Sam, you walked into the room. Sam suddenly stopped, making you run into his back. "Why didn't you say it was a freaking clown statue?" He whispered. He was tense, his eyes wide, his gun trained on the statue in front of him. "Freaking clowns."

"Sam, it was by the wall went I went to bed, and now it's a lot closer. It's eyes also glowed," you whispered, watching the clown for any sort of movement.

Taking a deep breath, Sam stepped forward, picking up the book that had been left on the nightstand. Throwing it across the room, Sam hit the statue square in the face.

Screeching, the statue came alive, it's mouth snapping loudly, it's arms flailing wide. "Shit!" Sam yelled, backing up, almost knocking you to the floor.

"Shoot it!" You yelled at him, watching as it started moving towards you. It's feet were large, making loud banging noises with each step. It's eyes glowed yellow once again, focused on you.

Shakily holding the gun up, Sam pulled the trigger, hitting the clown in the shoulder. The bullet went straight through, embedding into the wall.

"Y/N, go!" Sam ordered, literally pushing you through the door and back into his room. Slamming the door shut, he quickly locked it, reaching into his bag and grabbing the bottle of salt he kept in there. Pouring a line across the door frame, he leaned back. "What the hell was that?"

"Something out of a nightmare," you mumbled, your heart racing. "Sam, I never knew you were scared of clowns."

"It's stupid really, but I can't seem to shake it," he sighed. "Ever since I was little, clowns have freaked me out."

"It's not stupid," you assured him. "Even the most fierce hunter has to be afraid of something."

You could hear the clown still clawing at the door. "Sam, we need to get out of here before it breaks through."

"Yeah, at least Dean took your bags down earlier." Sam quickly packed up his bag, handing you a knife. "I have no idea what we're dealing with, but if it doesn't like salt, it won't like iron either."

Staying behind Sam as he opened the door, you were relieved to see the coast was clear. The clown was still in your bedroom. Stepping into the hallway, you headed towards the staircase, checking every doorway as you went.

Making it down to the main floor, you were the first to notice the line of blood leading from the stairs to around the corner. "Sam, I hope that's not...,"
"It's not," Sam tried assuring the both of you. "Cas and Dean are too smart to be caught."

Following the trail of blood just as the lights started flickering, you found the owner of the bed and breakfast, his throat slit. His eyes stared hauntingly up at you, a giant pool of blood surrounding him.

"We need to get out of this place," you whispered, turning to leave when an evil cackling filled the quiet. A clown's laugh, always creepy to you, but downright evil right now.

"Damn it," Sam muttered, his gun and knife held in front of him as the clown came around the stairs, laughing maniacally.

Suddenly charging, Sam slammed the iron into the clown's head just as the clown flung him through the air and he landed on the floor with a thud. Not even fazed, the clown started moving towards you. "You thought I would just let you walk into town?" He asked, the voice sounding eerily familiar. "That I would let you get close to me? Why do you think I've been using those kids and that silly book to try and kill you?"

"You're just scared because we're so close to stopping you," you argued, watching as Sam started to come to. "We will end this once and for all."

"You don't even know who you're dealing with, do you?"

"Maybe we do," you spat, acting braver than you felt.

"What's Dean going to do when I finally kill his little girlfriend?" The witch who had cursed the statue asked as it reached out to grasp you. Ducking once, you were almost past it when it grabbed a hold of your hair. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get Dean, so we can kill you once and for all," you answered, kicking out and connecting with the clown's knee. It let go of your hair, falling to the ground, and you raced over to Sam, helping him to his feet.

"This isn't over!" The witch called out. "You will never stop me!"

With Sam by your side, you opened the side door, stepping out into the rain just as the house started shaking. As fast as you could, you made it to the garage just as the beautiful roar of the Impala could be heard. "Sam, Y/N? What are you doing out here?" Dean asked.

"The witch was controlling the clown statue," you explained breathlessly. "She tried to kill us, but we escaped. She knows we're close, and she's scared!"

"Let's get the hell out of here," Sam said, tossing his bag into the backseat. Sliding into the back as everyone else climbed in, Dean gunned the Impala out of the garage. Sliding onto the road, Dean was about to take off when you stopped him.

"Guys, look!" You exclaimed, pointing to the house. With the Impala's headlights highlighting the house, you watched as the entire place suddenly fell to the ground.

"This is one strong witch we're dealing with," Cas said as the dust bellowed up.

"Let's get going and figure out a plan, because we're definitely going to need to be smart about this." With those parting words, Dean turned the Impala down the highway, towards the town where the witch was no doubt waiting for you.