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Everybody Loves a Clown; Part One
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"Son of a Bitch!" -said every hero/heroine

EMERY WAS BESIDE DEAN AS THEY watched John's corpse burn. It had been emotional for all of them, since John was a father to all of them. But it hit Dean the hardest.

He hand never hugged Emery's as tightly as he did that day. Either did Sam, for that matter.

Emery had to watch for a week as Dean and Sam almost avoid each other like the plague. The girl had to admit she was avoiding them too.

Dean was snappy and Sam was emotional. Not a good combination. Sure, she sometimes sat in silence with Dean when he worked on the Impala, drinking a beer and listening to the classic rock.

Right now, she was watching from Bobby's house as Dean and Sam fought. It was an hour or two later before both Sam and Dean came in, telling her to get her stuff together.

They were piled into an old mini van, one that reminded Emery of soccer moms. It was actually very clean inside, however, and Emery didn't mind sitting in the backseat. It was easier to ignore the tension between the boys back there.

Emery didn't look at the sign or anything when they got out of the van. She was only happy to be out of the damned van.

"This is frickin' humiliating! I feel like a soccer mom!" Dean stated.

"You and me both and I'm not even driving!" Emery stated as she looked around.

The place seemed... familiar.

"It was the only car Bobby had running," Sam stated.

Sam proceeded to walk around the run down building and Emery realized it was a bar. It was totally a bar. That didn't seem to be open.

"Hey," Dean called to Sam. "Did you bring the, uh..."

"Course," Sam stated, throwing Dean the lock-picking tools. Emery shielded him, though she doubted he needed it. They were in the middle of nowhere.

Once Dean got it unlocked, and they took a step in, Emery looked around. "I feel like we're in a bad joke. Three hunters walk into a bar... I wonder what the catchphrase is?"

As soon as Emery noticed the person sleeping on the pool table, she knew where she was. The brunette took a seat at the bar as Dean and Sam went to go explore.

Sam went behind the bar and Emery smiled as she saw the familiar blonde girl place a rifle to Dean's small of back.

Jo didn't even notice the brunette and Emery just kept smirking. She knew this place was familiar. She came here when she was chasing leads on her parents.

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle," Dean stated.

Jo loaded the gun. "No, I'm just real happy to see you." Dean put his hands up. "Don't move."

"Not moving, copy that." Dean sent Emery a smirk over his right shoulder. "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. It makes it real easy to do..." Dean spun around, taking the rifle and unloading it. "That."

Emery giggled when Jo punched him in the face, taking the rifle back. The blonde looked toward her and smile came to her face. Dean called for Sam as Emery stood up. She was guessing the younger Winchester had ran into Ellen.

Emery burst into a fit of laughter as Sam walked through the door with his hands behind his head, stating that he was a little tied up. Ellen was behind him, pointing a gun to the back of his head.

"Sam, Dean?" Ellen stated. "Winchester?"

"You forgot about me, Ellen," Emery stated and she walked forward.

Before Emery got to hug the older woman, she stated a simple, "son of a bitch."

Once Emery pulled back from the hug, noticing that she was still pointing the gun at Sam, she almost burst into another fit of laughter. She didn't know why she found this funny.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asked and Emery came and gave her a side hug. Dean was glaring at her, his eyes asking how she knew these people.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys," Ellen stated. "And we know Em." Ellen laughed, taking her gun off Sam. "Hey, I'm Ellen."

Jo took the rifle off Dean. "And my daughter Jo."

Now, Jo gave Emery an actual hug. "It's good to see you again, Johann."

"I swear to God, Em, call me that one more time!"

"You ain't gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean asked, wiping his nose again.

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After Ellen had gotten Dean an ice pack for his nose, they started a conversation with her. Emery didn't want to think about John, so she stayed talking to Jo.

"So, that's the guy, Dean?" Jo asked, wiping the counter. Emery was helping tidy up the place for when it opened, since she had also been employed there when she was searching for her parents. A lot of shit happened that year.

"Uh, yeah, that's him," Emery said, her cheeks tinging pink.

"I can see why you fell in love with him, he's beautiful," Jo stated simply.

Emery snorted. "I told you, but you didn't listen to me!"

Emery twisted up the rag she was wiping with and snapped it at Jo. It hit the blonde in the bum, making the girl yelp and turn to Emery, glare on her face.

"You are not doing that again!"

"Why, because of those late nights we had in your room," Emery mumbled, bring herself closer to Jo, smirking.

So, she had a little romance with the blonde that no one knew about, except for Ellen. It didn't hurt either of them, it was a mutual break up. Jo needed to focus on helping with the Roadhouse and trying to convince Ellen to let her hunt. Emery was just fifty shades of fucked up and she didn't want to bring that into Jo's life.

Jo's cheeks flushed and she pushed the brunette away. But, she was smiling at Emery and the two laughed at each other.

Maybe Emery still had some feelings for the blonde girl, but right now, she didn't want that. Jo had a good life and Emery would only bring pain.

Emery planted a kiss on Jo's cheek, before turning back to continue washing the counter. But not before she caught Sam's look, the girl giving him a bright smile.

For the first time since John died, Emery had smiled.

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Emery was glad she had skipped out on the conversation with Ellen. They had brought up John and Emery really didn't want a reminder of him again.

She get that he died only two weeks ago, and it still sucked, but she was done grieving.

Ash got an extra long hug, Emery missing the smell of stale beer and some kind of body cologne he wore. They had been buddies, Emery had snuck him drinks when Ellen had cut him off. Even though she got in trouble quite often thanks to the mullet guy, Emery still enjoyed him. Plus, Ellen wasn't to harsh on the girl.

Emery watched as Dean and Ash had a little staring contest and she could feel the testosterone in the room. Suddenly, Ash's eyes looked to Emery and he smirked. "I'm not the one you should be worrying about. It's the little blondie working the bar."

Jo hit him over the head, "you call me blondie again and I'll get the rifle."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Emery knowing she was going to have to explain it to him. Right now, however, Ash had his attention.

Emery didn't listen in, not wanting yet another reminder of John. That guy was everywhere, apparently, because Emery couldn't escape him.

Once Ash was finished and had taken the file, Dean got up from the bar. Emery grabbed a glass, filling it up with Dean's usually choice of beer.

She walked over to him, placing it on the table. "It's on the house. But the only one, because it comes out of my pay check."

Emery went to walk away, but she felt Dean grab her hand and pull her back.

"What did Ash mean when he mentioned Jo?"

Emery shifted her weight from foot to foot, before awkwardly sitting down. She sighed, before looking at Dean's brilliant green eyes. Then she glanced at Jo, who was wiping down tables.

"We, um, dated, for a bit. I guess. When I went to find out more about my parents, I found this place. I got a job, got to know Ellen, Ash, and Jo. And I guess things just sort of clicked. But, that was a long time ago. And we broke up mutually. No bad blood," Emery explained. She sent a soft smile to Jo when she saw her look back at her.

"Wait, so you and a girl, uh, rolled around in the sheets? I thought you didn't swing that way," Dean sounded confused.

"I don't know? It felt right at the time. And is it that hard to think of me having sex with anyone Dean?"

"No, I just, you're usually my girl and to know you were with another person," Dean mumbled.

"So you're jealous because I dated someone. And I'm yours in what way?"

"You've just- always been here for me, Em. I don't want to loose you," Dean mumbled, before getting up and going to talk to Jo. He took his beer with him and Emery was left with her mouth hanging open.

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They were piled in the mini van again and driving to wherever this hunt was. Emery couldn't comprehend anything. All she could think about was the fact that she was Dean's girl. Her head jumped in her chest just thinking about it.

Emery couldn't grasp anything the boys were saying. She got one thing out of their whole conversation and that was the fact that Sam was afraid of clowns, which Emery already knew.

And he was scared because Dean dropped him off at Plucky Pennywhistle's Magic Menagerie. Emery still cringed at the name. Those restaurants were such low standard places. She still wanted to hit Dean just thinking about the torture Sam went through at them. All the scary clowns staring at him. Not to mention the mascot for the place was a very creepy looking clown.

They pulled into a carnival parking lot, Emery glaring around at it. One time, the Wilsons took her to one and she threw up on one of the rides. Never again, she had told herself. Never again.

But, alas, here she was.

Emery and Sam were waiting for Dean to get back. Sam was staring warily at the clowns, while Emery was doing the exact same thing at the ride behind them.

When Dean finally got back, he looked from Sam to the clown that had just walked by. "Did you get her number?"

"More murders?" Sam said, changing the subject.

"Two more last night. They were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them," Dean stated.

"Who figured a clown. What?" Sam asked.

"Yes, a clown. Who can apparently vanish into thin air," Dean stated.

"That's a shame," Emery mumbled, before glancing back warily at the rides around her.

"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object, it's like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything," Sam stated.

"Yeah, it's bound to give off EMF, so we just have to scan everything," Dean stated.

"Oh, good," Sam snorted. "That's nice. And inconspicuous."

"I guess we'll just have to blend in," Dean mumbled. He was looking at something. Emery hoped it wasn't ride.

"So, we won't have to go on any rides right? Because two words: fuck that. You guys are on your own if we have to go on rides."

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edited.

yaaaay! i updated!

the whole thing with jo was not planned but i ship it now and omg what have i done?

oh well, i liked it.

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p.s. if you like the hunger games, i posted a fic that will turn into a finnick odair fanfiction.