Robin Singer

Season 2 Episode 2: Everyone Loves a Clown

The Winchesters had been at the house for about a week. John was dead, they had burned him in a pyre, a proper hunters funeral. Sam had been moping around, trying to piece things together to make them make sense. Meanwhile Dean had spent most of his time working on the mangled impala. Sam was looking for something from Dean, it seemed like reassurance to Robin.

Robin came out of the house with her coveralls on. She had a toolbox in one hand and a couple of beers in the other.

"Need any help" Sam asked Dean, visibly fishing?

"What, you under a hood?" Dean asked, "I'll pass."

Robin set down the items near Dean's workstation.

"But Robin is fine" Sam asked?

"Whoa" Robin snapped, "Robin grew up in a god damn salvage yard. Besides, I got my own shit, I've put some miles on my bike, I need to change out the tires."

"Thanks" Dean nodded to her as he took his beer.

She waved walking to her bike

"Need anything else, then" Sam asked?

"Stop it, Sam" Dean growled.

"Stop what" Sam demanded?

"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise."

"All right, Dean, it's just" Sam hesitated, "We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once."

"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance".

"Don't patronize me, Dean," Sam pleaded, "Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened".

"What do you want me to say" Dean snapped?

"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car"

"Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is" Dean asked? "Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So, you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car"?

"Well, we've got something, all right?" Sam replied, "It's what I came by here to tell you. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this."

Sam handed the cell phone to Dean, who too it reluctantly. A woman's voice plays over the voicemail.

 "John, it's Ellen. Again. Look don't be stubborn; you know I can help you. Call me."

"That message is four months old" Sam concluded.

"Dad saved that chick's message for four months. Who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal"?

"Ellen Harvelle" Robin spoke up joining them.

"You know this woman" Sam asked?

"Yeah, Ellen owns the Roadhouse" Robin replied, "her daughter is my best friend."

They looked at Robin confused for a moment.

"I can lead you guys there once I get my tires back on" She shrugged, "I gotta grab some stuff for dad, the Roadhouse is around the corner".

Robin had led the boys to the Roadhouse, swung back for her errands and was heading back to meet up with the boys. She walked into the bar to see both of them at the end of a gun.