Ghosts of the Past •|•|• Supernatural

"Everybody Loves A Clown"

"This is humiliating." Dean said as he pulled up to
the roadhouse in one of Bobby's old spare vans.

The Impala was still in the works of being repaired
after being t-boned by that huge truck.

He slammed the door closed aggressively. "I feel
like a fucking soccer mom!"

"It's the only car Bobby had running." His younger
brother Sam explained but Dean ignored him.
They wandered around the outside of the quiet
building cautiously. It seemed empty but they knew
better than to assume so.

"Hello?" No one answered except the birds
chirping in the trees around the open plain.
Dean turned to Sam. "Hey, did you bring the-"
"Of course." Sam interrupted throwing him their
dad's old notebook.

Finally entering the Harvelle's Roadhouse, the
brothers looked around doubtfully. No one seemed
to be home. An actively working bug zapper in the
corner was the only source of sound in the whole
place.

It would suck if this lead them to a dead end, but
then why would the address be in their dads phone?

The floorboards creaked as they walked towards
the pool table in the back with a seemingly
unconscious man laying on top.

"Hey, buddy." Sam poked him but the man was out
cold. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen." It was an easy
enough assumption.

Sam started making his way over to the next room
and Dean followed, but before taking two more
steps he felt the familiar feeling of a gun pressed
against his back. His eyes went wide. "Oh God
please let that be a rifle."

He heard the rifle cock loudly behind him along
with a young woman's voice. "No, I'm just real
happy to see you." The strange woman joked still
pressing the rifle into his back.

"Y'know, you should know something miss; when
you put a rifle on someone, you don't wanna put it
right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy
to do -"Dean spun around swiftly and grabbed the
gun from the girl's hands.

"That." He said smugly.

She barely let him finish his sentence before
punching him square in the face and grabbing back
her rifle.

"Sam! I need some help in here!" Dean
yelled in distress, trying to recover from the
surprisingly hard hit. He muttered to himself
annoyed and still in shock.

"Sorry Dean. I can't right now. I'm uh a little tied
up." He said walking out of the other room with his
hands behind his head and an older woman with
another rifle pointed at his hack

The woman registered the familiar names in her
memory. ".Sam? Dean?"

She paused surprised.'

"Winchester?"

"Yeah." Dean groaned holding his possibly broken
nose in pain.

"Son of a bitch," the woman whispered to no one in
particular.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Asked the confused
young blonde woman.

Her mother nodded. "Yeah, I think these are John
Winchester's boys." The brothers looked at the
woman unsure of how to react.

The woman put down her gun laughing.

"You can come on out now Lex!," the older woman called out.

A girl about 8 or 9 years old came out from the room
the blonde girl must have been hiding in prior. She
rested a baseball bat with jagged nails sticking out
against the wall and looked at the boys
suspiciously. Dean gave her a slightly sarcastic
smile and wave.

"Hey, I'm Ellen." The older woman said in a
welcoming tone. "And these are my daughters,
Alexis and Jo." Jo lowered her rifle hesitantly.

"Hey," she greeted. "You're not gonna hit me again
are you?" Dean asked still left reeling from the first
one. But the girl only smiled.