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Send In The Clowns

"So, you're from Israel?" Dean asked, trying to start a conversation with Ziva. He'd been determined to charm her since he'd seen her, but so far hadn't been doing so well. It can't have been him, since he'd charmed plenty of girls before.

Ziva, however, ignored him. Dean huffed and wondered why he had bothered. He'd left Sam and Tony in the shady looking tent as he attempted to woo Officer David without success. He was so focussed on Ziva that he walked into a clown.

"Sorry, man," the clown said. "Busy day - you know how it is. Damn kids all want balloons."

"Don't worry about it," Dean replied, instantly striking that clown from the list. It seemed way too human.

As they walked further away from the tent to scout out potential clowns, Dean couldn't have been more wrong.


"So," the demon started nicely, "how are you two doing?" He asked, looking at his hostages, grinning. Tony was dizzy and struggling to focus on the clown. Sam too, could feel blood from a cut on his head trickling down into his eyes.

"When my brother comes - " Sam threatened, his words slurring together as he tried to choke up his sentence.

"Oh, I'm sure big bad brother Dean will save the day," the demon leered at Sam. "But if you haven't noticed - he's not here. Now, that could be because I sent a few plain clothes off into the crowd to distract - or maybe I did something worse..." He winked, and Sam gathered that 'plain clothes' meant possessed civilians.

"He's too smart for that," Sam spat out, groaning as he tried to move away. Knowing they weren't exactly threats right now, the demon had let Sam and Tony move; not that they could move very far.

"Yeah? Well don't worry if he fails - eventually, all little brothers have to end their hero-worship of their big brothers," he grinned, before turning to Tony. "Now, you on the other hand; I'm sure Gibbs will come and save you - that's what does, right?" He chuckled at the shocked look on Tony's face. "But I'm sure your hero-worship will end soon too."

"Don't you dare... hurt any of... the team..." Tony gasped, his head feeling like it was threatening to explode.

The demon frowned. "But where would be the fun in that?"


Dean was grinding his teeth together in frustration. Not only was Ziva ignoring his advances and had more than once held what suspiciously felt like a knife to his back, the crowds seemed to be against him. More than three times he had attempted to go back to the tent, and each time, there seemed to be a surge in the crowd. Small kids shouting about a balloon show, adults shouting after kids, lost in the crowd.

He could understand now why Sammy hated fairs - the clowns were annoying as well as slightly creepy. Some of them kept stopping him and Ziva and doing small tricks, to the delight of the children around them, and when Dean had once tried to gently push his way through the children, a balloon popped and the child blamed him, to the outrage of the parent.

"Dammit, if one more person walks into me I'm going to..." Dean continued to mutter darkly as he now just pushed through crowds, coming close to punching someone when they wouldn't get out of his way.

Ziva was also frowning, although it was for a different reason. "I cannot reach Gibbs or Tony," she told him, looking down at her radio. "There is only static."

"Well, supernatural things can sometimes mess up radio waves," Dean said absentmindedly, before coming to a stop. "Can you get through to anyone else?"

Ziva raised an eyebrow but changed the frequency, attempting to talk to anyone. She immediately got a confused family who were stood outside the gates at Disneyland, trying to gather themselves together, having each taken a radio in case one of them got lost.

Quickly switching, she also came into contact with the coast guard and at one point was listening to a police scanner. "It seems I can contact everyone but Tony and Gibbs."

Dean was now attempting to sprint towards the tent they had left Sam and Tony in, but the crowds were once again merging and getting in his way. "Dammit!" He yelled, before looking down in shock as he felt Ziva take his hand.

"We will go back to the van and inform Gibbs of the situation. We will then make a different route to the tent, away from crowds," Dean looked at her for a moment before deciding that was probably a better idea than trying to push through hundreds of people.


"So, Sammy," the demon said, smiling at him. "How's the blood loss working for you?" He had made a cut on Sam's arm; not immediately near an artery or vein, but still near and deep enough so that the blood flowed freely.

Sam gazed up at him before inching slightly more to his right. He had been doing this for a while - the demon didn't watch both of them constantly, and soon Sam was near enough that he could talk to Tony. "Tony - are you okay?" He whispered, barely moving his lips.

"I played football in college - I can go for weeks without all this blood," Tony tried to quip, but it was ruined as he stumbled on words, and by his pale face and shaking hands.

"We need to make a devil's trap," Sam said in a hushed voice. "It'll trap the demon - he won't be able to leave the body, and he won't be able to leave the circle of the trap."

"Surely we want him to leave the body?" Tony argued quietly, trying to stem the flow of blood.

"It's showing restraint - if he leaves then the boogeyman will smell the blood and kill us," Sam explained. "I'll try and use something to make it - try and distract him."

"Distraction's my middle name," Tony said, semi-proudly and he pulled himself into sitting and looked over at the clown. "Hey, tough guy," the demon looked up. Apparently it had been trying to contact something or someone using a bowl. Tony doubted very much that it was wine in there. "Did you know, that Hitchcock appeared in 27 of his movies? He actually had 29 cameos, 'cause he appeared twice in 'The Lodger' in 1926 and twice in 'Under Capricorn' in 1949. I think that's who Stephen King gets it from, he's always making cameos in his movies - ooh, and did you know that before he was in movies; Sean Connery posed nude for art classes? And he polished coffins! I guess all great actors start off at the bottom - Charlie Chaplin was a janitor; did you know that? And - "

He was cut off from his ramblings by an immense blow to the head. "You know I played quarterback in college," Tony slurred, leaning down and away from the annoyed demon stood above him. "I don't go down easy..."

In this time Sam had managed to crawl away and make half a circle around the demon with his blood slowly trickling onto the muddy floor. He was continually adding the necessary parts of the devil's trap on the inside and hoped for Tony to keep going long enough from him to comple it.

"... And it lasted for 48 hours, which was the point, seein' as it was called 'The longest, most meaningless movie in the world', it was an indie one, so I don't think they were expectin' anythin' else, but still, I reckon it should be recognised as..."

Sam tuned out of what Tony was saying once more, and couldn't help but grin at his powers of distraction. The demon seemed to actually be listening to him. Sam hadn't heard a punch in over 2 minutes.

"... so it's full of mistakes - when Jack finds the ring of trees with all the holidays painted on them, he should've come through The Halloween Tree. Instead, he just came through a forest! Sally must've been pissed at his lack of direction..."

Was he talking about Disney movies now? Sam shook his head and nearly got all the way around the demon. It had to be a very small devil's trap, as he didn't want to lose all that blood, but he had obviously lost a fair bit, as he now nearly collapsed.

"... But they had to stop filming for an emergency evacuation 'cause of Hurrican Wilma - which they should really have shot, in my opinion - I mean, they were prob'ly gonna do some sort of storm scene; what pirate movie doesn't have one, am I right? Ooh - there's something; Peter Pan; that has pirates, right? Cause you know, only Wendy from that, and the dogs in 101 Dalmations - they're the only ones who have both parents alive and actually present in a Disney film. I mean, that's quite sad - they're kids films! Tell you what isn't though - 300! Now there's a good movie. You know there are 1,500 cuts in it? I know! And 90% was film in blue screen, and the other 10% was in - where are you going?"

Sam stopped as he heard Tony sound disheartened that his audience had moved. He then felt a kick in his side that knocked him to his back and looked to see the demon stood over him.

"I have had it with you two!" He yelled, and Sam heard a pained 'owww' that came from the direction of Tony. "First I get bored to death by him, and then you go and try to trap me? You know, I know the boss said to try and keep you alive - but I don't have to listen to him! You actually tried to draw a devil's trap?" He brought out a sickening grin. "You know what? It might be fun if I happened to be exorcised... This poor Boogeyman must be hungry! And you both smell wonderful. See you around, Sam," he gave one more grin and the clown let out a whirl of black smoke, as the clown fell to the floor.

"Dude, it's like - "

"I don't really want to hear about more movies right now," Sam said, trying not to pass out. They only had moments before the Boogeyman awoke.

Dean, where are you?


"What do you mean you can't contact them?" Gibbs got out of the van and started to pull on his bulletproof vest, making McGee immediately follow and do the same.

"Dude, it's not our fault - the radio's screwed up, and the crowd is ridiculous!" Dean ranted, pulling his own pistol out of his pocket as he saw the agents draw theirs. He quickly filled it with the bone bullets, knowing that he'd need them.

"It is true, Gibbs - I can't reach them, and we cannot get through the crowd," Ziva supplied.

"We'll go round the back," Gibbs told them, signalling to some backup agents in the van to get behind them.

Dean followed Gibbs, keeping low as they scoured the outside fencing of the circus. "There, right there!" Dean pointed out the tent. "That's where we left them!" He ran ahead of Gibbs now, taking the bolt cutters out of McGee's hands and cutting the fencing so they could sneak around the back.

They climbed through the new hole in the fence and were soon stationed outside of the tent.


"Is that still a demon?" Tony asked lightly, his head aching and the blood still trickling down his arm.

"No, that's a Boogeyman now," Sam replied, gritting his teeth. "Look," he started, seeing it wake up. "I know this is gonna sound selfish, but - "

"Get behind me," Tony suddenly hissed, and although his face was pale and half of the sentence was slurred, Sam quickly moved. "You've lost way more blood than me - I'll try'n fend it off..." Sam was going to ask him to do that anyway, but now saw how desperate the situation was. Both of them were running dangerously low on blood, and they couldn't take on a Boogeyman without bone bullets.

The clown stood up. "Demon gone," he said, smiling. He sniffed the air and licked his lips. "You still here - blood?" His head snapped towards Tony, who looked down at his arm.

"Yeah, that's blood," he sighed. He didn't even have time to move, as the Boogeyman came upon him so fast, neither man saw it approach. Tony cried out in pain as it started to suck the blood from his arm. "If you've got a plan, Sam - now would be good!" He yelled, his eyes tightly closed as he grew paler.

Before Sam could think, shots rang out, and he instinctively threw himself to the floor to stop from being shot. The clown cried out in pain and fell as well, coming to a stop by Sam, as it slowly started to melt. Guess Dean got it with the bone bullets, he thought dazedly.

"Sam - Sammy? Sammy, you okay?" He opened his eyes to find Dean knelt in front of him, worry apparent on his face.

"Hey, Dean..." Sam said softly. "You got it..."

"Yeah, I know, little brother," Dean replied, ripping his jacket to use to tie around Sam's wounds. "Shit, Sam - how much blood have you lost?"

"Made a 'vl's' tr'p..." Sam answered, his eyes closing again.

"A what?" Sam nodded in the direction of his bloody devil's trap on the floor. "It was a demon?" Dean asked, shocked.

"It left... 'M tired, D'n..."

"Wait for the ambulance, Sammy," Dean tried to sound soothing, but his hands were shaking as he tried to keep pressure on his brother's arms.

Near them, Gibbs wasn't having much more luck stopping Tony losing anymore blood. "DiNozzo, I swear if you die; or even pass out on me, I will kill you," he growled, not bothering to think of the contradictions of that statement.

"DiNozzo's... do not... pass out," he said in what he hoped was a 'and that's that' voice. "Boss I really don't feel too good," he gasped, trying to cradle his head but was unable to, given that Gibbs was holding his arms down.

"Boss, the ambulance has come outside," McGee informed him, not being able to look at how much blood Sam and Tony had lost between them.

Paramedics quickly rushed in and tended to the injured men. Gibbs stood to give them room, but looked around as he heard Dean arguing: "Dammit, I'm not leaving him! He's my brother!"

"Sir, just give us room to work, your brother has lost a dangerous amount of blood," the medic tried to reason, but Dean kept a firm grip on Sam.

"Winchester; if you don't move, your brother might die," Gibbs told him fiercely. Dean didn't react, so Gibbs just grabbed him and hauled him away.

"Back off!" Dean yelled, trying to go back to his brother.

"You don't think I'm scared to death that Tony might not make it?" Gibbs hissed so that none of his team heard him. "Just because he's not blood doesn't mean he's not family. Let. Them. Work."

Dean looked at him for a while but finally nodded, standing back but keeping a sharp eye on Sam. Gibbs gave him a pat on the back and went back to Tony.

"Boss - did you know that... all the clocks in Pulp Fiction are all... they're all stuck?"

"That right, DiNozzo?" Gibbs said in a soft voice as he followed the medics while they took Tony to the amublance strapped to a stretcher.

"Yeah - all at 4:20... isn't that... isn't that weird?"

"Sure, Tony," Gibbs replied, getting into the ambulance. He'd told Ziva and McGee to finish up there and meet them at the hospital. There wasn't much they could do, really. The clown was dead and the other agents were told he was behind the other killings - which he had been. Dean had told them how to dispose of the body, but they were going to send it to Ducky first so as not to raise suspicion.

Dean immediately hopped into Sam's ambulance and sat next to his brother's head. "You'll be fine, little brother," Dean told him, as they doors closed and they took off.

"I know..." Sam replied softly. "You're here..."

"Damn straight, Sammy," Dean said, smiling sadly. "Damn straight."

Yay for meaningless, trivial facts about films saving the day! :D I do love them XD So, please review and I will hopefully see you all next chapter :D