I Hate Clowns

                                    

                                          
A few hours later Copeland pulled up outside of the carnival to see detectives talking to some of the carnival workers.
                          
"Check it out, boys. Five-oh." Copeland points out.
                          
"Copeland, you come with me. Sam stay here and look around." Dean says.
                          
The two of them walk towards the detectives to question them and walk back to Sam when they are through to see a very small woman in a clown outfit staring at him.
                          
"Did you get her number?" Dean jokingly asks his brother as they approach him.
                          
"More murders?" Sam asks, scowling at Dean's comment.
                          
"Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them." Copeland informs him.
                          
"Who fingered a clown." Sam comments making the other two give him a what-the-fuck look. "What?"
                          
"Yeah, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air." Dean says trying to ignore what his brother just said.
                          
"Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything." Sam tells him.
                          
"Well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we'll just have to scan everything." Dean says.
                          
"Oh, good, that's nice and... inconspicuous." Copeland rolls her eyes.
                          
"I guess we'll just have to blend in." Dean says pointing to a help wanted sign for the carnival.
                          
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A few minutes later they wander into a tent. A man with dark sunglasses is staanding trhowing knives at a target.
                          
"Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?" Dean asks getting an elbow to the ribs, the man was obviously blind.
                          
"What is that, some kind of joke?" The man snaps, taking his glasses off, showing that he was, very obviously blind.
                          
"Oh. God, I'm sorry." Dean apologizes.
                          
"You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?"
                          
"Wanna give me some help here?" Dean whispers to his two counterparts.
                          
"Not really." Copeland whispers back.
                          
"Hey man, is there a problem?" A very short man in a red cape asks Dean.
                          
"Yeah, this guy hates blind people." The blind man says.
                          
"No, I don't, I.." Dean stumbles over his words.
                          
"Hey buddy, what's your problem?" The short man asks angrily.
                          
"Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding." Dean tells him.
                          
"Little?! You son of a bitch!" The small man shouts making Copeland and Sam laugh.
                          
"No, no, no, no! I'm just, could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?"
                          
Soon enough they were escorted to Mr. Cooper's office, thankfully.
                          
"You three picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat." Mr. Cooper pointed at the three chair in front of his desk. One was normal and the other two were pink with clown faces on them. Copeland beats the other two to the normal chair shaking her head at them as they gingerly sit down in the creepy chairs. "We've got all kinds of local trouble."
                          
"What do you mean?" Dean asks him.
                          
"Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered. Cops always seem to start here first. So, you three ever worked the circuit before?" Mr. Cooper asks them.