Sam looked around him.

The clowns and the two men were blocking every exit, and he couldn't see a way out past them.

He looked across at Dean, who was glaring at the clown who had just spoken to them.

'It's the clown brigade!' sneered Dean, looking venomously at the clowns in front of him.

He looked to his left to try and see where Cas was.

The angel was looking around as well, but none of them could find a way out.

'Sam' the clown addressed the younger man, who stiffened at the mere mention of his name.

'You thought you were going to get away with it- didn't you?' it said quietly, its eyes glinting dangerously.

'I-I don't know what your talking about!' replied Sam, frowning at the clown as it smiled again.

The other characters laughed and walked forwards to stand next to their leader.

Dean and Castiel re-routed to stand next to Sam as they continued to laugh.

They all stopped, then grinned as they turned their heads to look at the Winchesters and the angel, then as one their pupils in their eyes all turned jet black, the biggest tell tale sign that they were demons.

Dean felt a thrill of horror, then annoyance as he surveyed the demon scum in front of them.

He never liked these sons's of bitches- but he sure did like to kill 'em!

Dean lunged at the nearest demon, determined to have a kind of element of surprise on the waste, however that didn't turn out the way he had hoped, for the demon easily stepped away from his attack, and as dean sailed past him, he swung his arm at his face, sending the oldest Winchester flying backwards, clutching his face.

The demon then followed through, kicking dean as he was down in the chest, sending him sprawling further back.

Sam raced to protect his brother, punching the demon clown in the side of its face, sending it flying to the side.

Sam yanked Dean up, brushing the dirt off his back a little.

'Sam! Behind you!' Dean suddenly yelled, then Sam felt an immense pain radiate from a point on the back of his head. He reeled around, stunned, to find a huge clown behind him, fist raised.

The clown then gave Sam an almighty push, throwing him into Dean, and the brother's fell together.

'ENOUGH!' someone yelled through the free for all violence.

The demons immediately stopped, and climbed off the two brothers, who gingerly got up again.

The main demon clown spoke again, its eyes full of anger and humour at the same time, if that was even possible.

'Separate them!' he ordered.

Two clowns grabbed castiel, who was still trying to find a way out, but all the flaps of the tent were sealed with some kind of glue.

These demons had come prepared.

The man in the leotard grabbed Sam and threw him to the other side of the floor.

Dean yelped and ran to his brother, but was felled by a brutal left hander by the man who was carrying the holdall.

Sam was wrenched up, as was Dean, and they were held up, facing each other, as the main clown addressed them again.

'Enough violence for now, we need to talk, I think you need to understand why this is happening' it said, talking directly to Sam, who still had no idea what he was talking about.

'I don't understand' he said, looking desperately from Dean to Cas, but neither of them had any clue either.

The clown laughed menacingly, then without warning it punched Sam in the face, sending him back into the man holding him in an arm lock.

'Leave him alone!' yelled Dean, struggling against his own captor.

The clown put his head close to Sam's 'you sent him back...you sent our lord back to hell. What gives you the right- to decide our fate?' it sneered in his ear, emotion threatening to burst into the big top around them.

'I had to' growled Sam, trying to wrench himself away, but the man held fast.

The demon clown chuckled again and then punched him again, but as Sam was reeling it then kneed him in the stomach, sending him to the floor, groaning.

'You think you can decide what happens to us? You may have sent Lucifer back to hell, but we are still here- the faithful will never leave him. Justice will be served- believe me!' it growled as Sam continued to moan and writhe on the floor.

Dean struggled harder, wide eyed as he kept watch over Sam as he lay injured on the floor.

They had to get out of here, they didn't have any weapons, no way of escape- and these demons were bent of revenge.

He had to get them out.

He was surprised when the man holding him suddenly let him go, as did the man holding Sam.

The clown then hauled Sam and threw him at dean, who caught him and lowered him gently to the floor, where he tried to catch his breath.

'You just wait Sam, I'm telling you- you should have stayed in hell...it would have been better there for you than what we are going to do to you guys now!' it grinned, black eyes glistening with hatred as it surveyed it's prey.

Sam looked up at Dean, who eye's shone back with the Sam expression of fear, Sam had indeed never felt as scared before.

His fear of clowns had seemed to have faded- for now.

The clown then leaned forward to catch dean's eyes.

The eldest Winchester growled at the demon, but the demon held fast, chuckling.

'I hope you've had some good times with your brother-

Because we're going to have some fun with him now!'

I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter!

Next chapters will definitely have some very hurt Sam, and some very protective Cas and Dean!

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