It all started when the carnival came to town.

Hannah hadn't really even known about it until she stopped for gas on the way home. Going into pay she saw the local paper with a side-article about the carnival that featured a picture she recognized from her murder board. The strong man. "Excuse me," She asked, "How much for a paper?"

Sam looked as a paper was slapped down in front of him. "I think I found a case in town." Hannah told him.

Sam looked up in surprise. "Huh?"

Hannah pointed at the lanky boy on the page. "This one, the Amazing Samson. Doesn't look like he can hit a hundred on the scale, yet he can lift whole cars over his head. I think he might be one of mine. You think you can watch the kids for a few hours?"

"What?" Sam responded, "You're going now? Alone?"

"Sam, the fair's only in town a week." Hannah reasoned.

"Yeah, but-"Sam began, "You have no clue what you're walking into, you've said yourself these guys can get violent, and-and no offense, but you don't always—"

"That was one time." Hannah cut him off, suddenly regretting telling him about what went down when she and Cas first set out on their mission.

"Alright, fair enough, but what if what happened in Washington state happens again?" Sam countered.

What happened in Washington state was that just when they were about to leave the place was surrounded by demons and she wound up having to call Sam for backup. Two people died and they barely escaped with their lives.

"Look, I'll come with you. "Sam declared, "Just give me a second to grab a gun and we'll find someone to watch the kids."

Fifteen minutes later, the pair pulled onto the parking lot for the fair, and Sam saw Hannah starting to remove her rings. "Ah, Hannah…" He began, "What are you doing?"

"My siblings still don't know about what happen to Dean and Castiel." Hannah reasoned, wrapping her arms around her neck and removing her locket, "And they definitely don't know about us, I'm not taking any chances."

"Yeah, but don't you think you're going a little overboard though?" Sam asked, "I mean, this angel hasn't meant you before. For all he knows the jewelry belongs to your—well, you know, that thing he haven't found another term for yet."

"Sam, have you even seen an angel with a wedding ring?' Hannah pointed out, opening the glovebox, and carefully depositing in the jewelry inside.

Sam was silent a moment. He didn't think the angel had enough awareness or guilt to actually remove something like a wedding band, but now he thought of it, he had never seen a wedding band on Cas' hand. Or any other angel for that matter. "I should probably take mine off too." He said finally, removing the band. "Just in case."

Meanwhile, at Reason's trailers, the children were engaging with their favorite activity while over there, that is, playing with Fred the goat. (Although Maudie still insisted Fred was girl, and Reason was started to wonder if she was right.)

That was when Dean pulled on Reason's pants leg. "Miss Reason?" Dean asked, "I got to use the potty."

"Alright, one second." Reason told him, before calling out, "Hey guys, time for a potty break!"

"Aw!" Cas and Maudie protested.

"Come guys, Fred will be here when we get back." Reason said, gesturing for them to follow her.

They all sat around the bathroom door, while Dean did his business. "Everything okay in there, bud?"

"Uh-huh." Dean responded, "I think I'm ready."

"Five more minutes little guy." Reason responded.

There were quiet for a moment, then Dean asked, "Where the paper?"

Reason didn't understand what he was asking for. "What paper, baby?"

"The paper you lose to make your butt clean." Dean answered.

"That's called toilet paper, baby and it should be on the back of the seat." Reason told him.

There was another moment than Dean called out. "There's just an empty roll."

Reason jutted her head up. "What?" She hurried into the bathroom and found, that, yes, the toilet paper roll was complete bare. "Alright, we'll just—replace the roll." She looked under the cabinet where she kept him, only to find an empty wrapper. "No, no, no, no." This was not good. Even if the mysterious errand Sam and Hannah were on only took a few hours, they were going to probably going need toilet paper soon. Most certainly Dean did. But getting three three-year-olds down the road was going to be like herding cats even with the leashes. Reason pulled her phone out and dialed Serena Joy's number. "Hey, Serena? "She began when her friend picked up, "I'm sorry if this is a bad time, but I really need a favor."

Meanwhile, Sam and Hannah were in a crowd of people being led into brightly painted structure, with the words HOUSE OF ODDITIES by an older, bespectacled woman with faded blonde hair, dressed in a ringleader's suit and top hat.

"Ladies and gentlemen," The ringleader began in a light German lilt as they entered and hunting music that reminded Sam of 'In The Air Tonight' began to play," If you have any heart conditions, anxiety disorders, or are just faint of heart, I must ask you to come back now, because you are about to enter a world where the very body itself is pushed beyond its limits."

They stopped in front of strange where a leather trunk sat. The ringleader stepped up and unlaunched the truck, opening the lid and stepped back, and a leg stuck out. Then another. Then an arm. Then another armed. Finally, the head of a woman with auburn hair pined up on her head popped out, as puled herself out of the trunk, only to put her arms and head on the floor and she put her legs on either side of her head. She continued to twist herself into positions no one would've thought possible for three or four minutes.

"She wouldn't be an angel too by any chance, would she?" Sam whispered over to Hannah.

Hannah shook her head. From what she would tell, the woman was completely human. She didn't know how she was doing that.

The ringleader step down. "And where your worst nightmares come to life…"

A curtain on the stage across from the contortionist opened up revealing someone, a woman if the cherry red bikini was any indication, but it was hard to tell because she covered from head to toe in thick dark brown fur. Her hands, her feet, her arms, her body even her face, it was all covered. She snarled, rushing at the audience, only to be stopped by the chains around her wrist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Phoebe the dog-faced girl." The ringer leader announced, gesturing to Phoebe, "Half-feral and covered in fur."

"That poor girl." Hannah whispered over to Sam. Was that why this wayward brother of hers hadn't come back? Were they keeping him a prisoner too?

Sam squeezed her hand. "It's probably all part of the act."

As Phoebe continued to growl and rage, the ringleader leads them away, "Yes, when mother nature's goes wrong, she can make many monstrous creations. Or perhaps she makes something simple. Like a man who had never known pain."

The light shown on another stage, revealing a man covered in tattoos. Someone had stuck a series of balloons on the man's back which he flexed and showed the audience. The contortionist walked onto the stage holding several darts.

"Watch as our Renetta punctures all these balloons, hitting Gordo's skin in the process without him even flinching once!" The Ringleader dared, "Though, if you are squeamish, I must urge you, look away now."

Renetta began throwing darts, some hitting the balloons, some not. Still, they all hit Gordo, who, yes, wasn't acting like he felt a thing. The crowd gasped and winched, and in the end, clapped.

"Isn't he amazing folks?" The ringleader asked, "But hold, on, because there's more to come."

Indeed, there was more. The Winchester had to sit through a man who could escape from a straitjacket in three minutes and hammered spikes into his nostrils, a young woman who's pants were specially decide to accommodate her tail, a man who swallowed swords and conjoined twins who juggled knives and sang before finally getting to what they came for.

On the stage sat a medicine ball, a set of weights and car. A man in his early children, average height and build, lifted the medicine ball like lit was nothing, holding it over his head.

All the while he was glowing.

At least to Hannah who looked over to Sam and nodded. The pair tried slink out of the crowd as Samson went over to the weights.

Meanwhile, Serena Joy was driving Reason and the children back from the emergency toilet-paper run. "Again, I'm really, really sorry about this."

"No problem." Serena Joy assured, "I wasn't do anything and that was something that could turn into an issue pretty quickly."

That was the car started slow, sputtering.

"No, no, no, no, no." Serena Joy changed, but the car came to a complete stop, smoke coming from the engine.

A few minutes later, Reason had half her body under the hood, trying to figure out what the problem was.

"Any luck?" Serena Joy asked.

"No." Reason admitted, pulling up and whipping her brow.

Just then there was yelp and Cas called out, "Maudie is poking me!"

"Am not!" Maudie shouted back.

"I, ah, think the natives might be getting a bit restless." Serena Joy commented.

Realizing where they were, Reason had an idea. "Hey, I can see that fair that's in town from here." She took her change purse and pulled out a twenty, "I'm not sure how much this will this you, but take it, buy some tickets, let 'em play a couple of the mid-way games, and I'll call you when this is done."

Serena Joy looked down at the cash that had been thrust into her hand. "Are you—going to be okay on your own?"

"I'll be fine." Reason insisted, "As long as they don't kill each other."

"Alright." Serena Joy agreed, still somewhat unsure about this plan, going to get the kids, "Alright guys, we're going on a little adventure."

Meanwhile, Samson had gone back to his trailer, when suddenly he heard the door opened. He whirled around and saw a woman he had never seen before. But he knew what she was.

"Are you alright, brother?" Hannah asked, rushing him, "Have they hurt you? How are they…."

"Calm down, sister." Samson cut her off, "Slow down. Why don't we start off with names? I'm Samson."

"Hannah." She answered.

"Hannah, what are you doing here?" Samson asked.

"I saw you in the paper." Hannah explained, "I thought you might be one of us. How—how are they keeping you here? I haven't seen any warding and clearly they're not restraining you in here—"

"I'm not being kept here against my will." Samson assured.

"But—when I saw that girl during the show, I thought—" Hannah fumbled for her words.

"What girl?" Samson asked, then it dawned on him, "Wait, are you talking about Phoebe? Oh, I made that mistake when I first came here, too. Those shackles are fake. She can get out of them at any time." He went over to the window. "See?"

Hannah peered out, to see Phoebe now in a pink blouse and jeans, walking down the row of trailers with Gordo, who picked a yellow wild flower from the grown and handed it to her.

"The chains were her ideas actually." Samson continued, "Not, the bikini, thought, she's trying to talk Kat into changing that."

"Kat?" Hannah repeated.

"Katerina, the ringleader." Samson explained.

Hannah was silent for a moment, looking at window, trying to gather her thoughts. "If you don't mind, I have a few more questions. "She turned to look at him, "How did you get here?"

"After the fall, I was lost, hurt." Samson began, "After a couple weeks of just wondering, I can across the camp they had set up. Dr. Blockhead was practicing his escape act and –there was an incident. The pole he was hanging from came lose and was about to fall over and I—I caught it. Everyone was more than little impressed than that." After a beat he continued, "By chance their last strongman quit and they needed a new one so Kat offered me the spot. I didn't even know what I was agreeing to but I said yes." After he a beat he asked, "And you?"

"That could take a minute." Hannah told him, "We need to talk."

Meanwhile, Serena Joy had three children on leashes walking down the midway, and it actually wasn't a complete disaster. They watched that game where you have guessed what tail the mouse is going stop on, she left the kids play the pick a duck game and they each actually managed to win, and they didn't try to get away from her.

They were walking when Serena Joy's phone rang. "That's probably Maudie's mom." She said, picking up, "Hey, Reason, so what did you find…"

By chance, Cas had noticed the knock down the milk can gamed. Fascinated, he walked closer to it Both distracted, neither he nor Serena Joy noticed that his harness had become unfastened from the adult's wrist until he turned around and discovered he was alone.

Panicked, the toddler called out, "Miss Serena! Miss Serena! Dean! Where are you?!" The little angel began to run through the crowd, heart pounding in his chest, his eyes watering up.

Meanwhile, Serena Joy hand just hung up with Reason and turned to her charges, "Okay, Maudie's moms got the car working again, so…" Her voice trailed off when realized she only had two children. "Where's Cas?!"

Cas was running through the path fat tears running down his face as he stumbled over Coat, who he was holding tightly too. The trench coat tripped him up and he fell to ground, attempts to stop himself only causing pain in his hands and knees as they hit gravel. He looked at his hands saw they were oozing blood, causing him to renew his tears.

Nearby in at the ice-cream stand were two dark-haired sisters dressed in a flowing blue dressed that were designed to accolated the fact that they were, quite literally, connected at the hip. One of them saw a small child, huddled on the ground in tears and shook her sister's shoulder to get her attention. "Joy, look." She said, pointing to the child. The pair exchanged looks then relinquished their place in line, walking over to the child. Leaning down, the first sister asked, "Are you alright sweetie?"

Cas looked up, hoping to see Serena Joy, only to find two women he didn't know staring down at his. He squirmed away, still crying.

"Hey, it's okay." The first sister soothed, "I'm Sorrow, and this is my sister, Joy. Do you have a name?"

"C…Castiel." The youngster sniffled, surprisingly enough pronouncing his name right.

"That's a nice name." Sorrow complimented, as Joy helped him to his feet, "Castiel, are you here by yourself? Where's your family?"

"I don't know." Cas whimpered, "I lost them." He looked around, hopping to see them, but to no avail, making him cry harder.

Sorrow took Cas into her arms, hugging him and wiping his tears away. "Ssh, ssh, clam down. We'll help you find them. We'll find someone from security and they'll let them know where you are."

"Actually, sis, maybe we should go back to the last place he saw them." Joy suggested, "They've probably figured out they're missing one right now and are heading back that way to get him."

"If we do that, who knows how long it'll take." Sorrow reasoned, "No, security's the safer the bet."

"If we can find them without being accused of kidnapping." Joy argued.

"Find, you go your way, I'll go mine!" Sorrow snapped, gesturing to their hip.

Joy let out a huff. "Fine, we'll try your –" However her voice trailed off as she stared, opened mouth at Cas.

"What?" Sorrow asked, then she looked at their foundling and saw it to.

The frantic running and falling and being picked up, plus the movement of his rescuers, had caused Cas' overshirt to start slide off, revealing a black-feathered wing.

Sorrow started to spill back the overshirt back further when Joy spat her hand whispering, "Are you crazy?! Not here." She picked up Coat from the ground, covering the wings while hissing, "Go! Go! Go!" And so, the pair began to run off somewhat awkwardly.

Back at the camp, Samson and Hannah were sitting on the floor of the trailer, Samson with his legs spread out, leaned up against the wall, Hannah crossed legged across from him. She had just finished telling him her story. Well, minus a few details.

"I won't make you go back with me." Hannah finished, "It would be hypocritical of me. You've made a life here, you have a family, I see that now. I'm sorry, I won't bother you again."

Hannah began to stand up, when Samson reached and grabbed her wrist. "Wait," He said, "I –I might not be opposed to going home, but I—I just don't know. Like you said, this is my family, too. I—I need some time to think. And there—there's something I need to do, first." After a beat he asked, "Did you see all of the show?"

When they stepped out, Sam stepped from where he had been waiting. "So, what are we doing?"

"Samson has something he needs to show us." Hannah answered.

"Hannah, who is this?" Samson asked.

At that point, the sword-swallower was chasing after Katerina, who had bucket in her hand and was trying to end whatever conversation they were having.

"Come on, Kat, think of it." The sword-swallower urged, "Live animals, dead animals, rocks, lightbulbs, cork screw, battery cables, circus peanuts! The crowd'll eat it up."

"Arron, if I want a human piranha act, I will find a geek who specializes in that." Katerina held her ground.

"Come on, how much different can it be than sliding sharp steal down my throat?" Arron reasoned.

"For starters, you have to keep it down." Katerina grumbled.

As they passed the angels and hunter Arron jumped to the front. "You two," He began pulling out a jar containing of all things, crickets, "Would you pay good money to see me eat these crickets?"

Sam and Hannah exchanged looks. "Maybe?" Sam replied, not wanting to be part of this. Whatever this was.

Arron decided demonstrate his talents by opening a jar and putting a handful of the poor creatures in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. "Oh, where are my manners," Arron teased, before holding out the jar, "Do you want some?"

"Arron!" Katerina snapped.

"Thank you." Hannah said politely, picking a cricket out of the jar. She put it in her mouth, then walked away.

Meanwhile, Cas was sat on the twins' vanity table, while they carefully examined his wings.

"Cassie, sweetie, have you always had these?" Sorrow asked.

"Sorrow, he's a boy." Joy spoke up.

"Yeah, so?" Sorrow asked.

"So, Cassie's a girl's name." Joy pointed out.

"Well, Castiel's kinda a mouthful to say all the time." Sorrow reasoned.

"Mommy and Daddy call me Cas a lot." Cas spoke up softly.

"Alright, that works." Sorrow replied, "Cas, have you always had wings?"

Cas nodded. "Mommy and Daddy make me cover them up because no one else has them." He looked down self-consciously then asked, "Am I in trouble?"

"What?" Sorrow responded, before understanding, "No, sweetie, no. We just—we just need to figure this out."

"It also means security's out." Joy added.

"What?" Sorrow asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because if they see that—" Joy began, pointing at Cas' wings, "They are going to call the g-o-v-e-r-e-n-t and they will c-u-t h-i-m u-p." Really, how was her sister not getting this?

Cas' eyes got wide.

"Okay, I think you spelling is just freaking him out even more." Sorrow told her.

That when Cas starting calling out, "Mommy! Mommy!"

"We'll find her, bud, don't worry." Joy tried to assure him.

"No, my Mommy's right there!" Cas explained, pointing out the window.

They looked where he was pointing and saw a woman they had never met before walking across the camp.

"Cas, are you sure that's you mother?" Joy asked.

"Uh-huh." Cas confirmed, nodding, "We halfta go to get her! We halfta—"

"Hold on, hold on, we're heading that way." Sorrow assured him, picking him up again as both sisters ran out the door.

As the Sam hurried to catch up with Hannah, leaving the sword-swallower and his crickets behind, while Samson discussed something with Katerina, they were stopped in their tracks by a familiar voice calling out, "Mommy! Daddy!"

They quickly turned to see a sobbing Cas being carried by the conjoined twins. There was a brief moment of panic and the couple prepared for a fight as they ran over in that direction. However, when they got there, there was no fight as their son reached out to latch onto his mother, who took him from the twins with no fight. "Are you alright? What are you doing here?"

"Miss Reason needed toilet paper and Miss Serena's car went boom." Cas answered, starting to calm down again since he was safely in his mother's arms. "I got lost." He raised up his skint-up little hands. "I hurt my hands."

"It's alright, little one." Hannah soothed, holding him closer to her, "You're safe now."

"We found the poor little guy sobbing his eyes out at the food court." Sorrow explained further, "We were going to take to security, but then, we saw—those." She gestured to the still-exposed wings.

"We realized we would probably need a new game plan, so we brought him back here." Joy finished.

"Thank you." Hannah breathed, "Thank you so much for finding him."

"Thank you." Sam repeated.

Just then a voice came over the loud speaker. "Would everyone be aware that we have a lost child. Castiel Winchester, age three, black hair, blue eyes. If anyone sees him, please contact the nearest fair security person."

Everybody exchanged looks.

"Should I go get someone to bring whoever's looking for this kid here?" Arron spoke up.

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks." Sam told him, more concerned about Cas than anything else at that moment, covering up the tiny angel's wings with his jacket.

That was when Samson approached them. "So, this is what you meant when you said it would be hypocritical of you to force me to return."

Hannah tensed, clutching Cas closer to her and Sam's eyes went everywhere, trying to find the quickest escape route. "Can we talk about this later, please?" Hannah requested in an even voice.

"Yes." Samson replied, "You seem to have a lot going on at the moment."

When the girls arrived at the camp with the children, they were both slick with sweat and Reason was in tears. "Cas!" Dean shouted, trying to run to his brother, only to be stopped by the end of the leash.

Hannah reluctantly sat Cas down, who, now calmed down and feeling secure, ran to his brother and the pair embraced.

"So, you're a twin, too." Sorrow commented.

Cas nodded happily.

"Does he—" Joy asked, purposefully not finishing the sentence.

"No." Sam answered, "It's—it's a long story." Then he addressed the girls, "Speaking of which, all we can get from Cas was that Reason needed toilet paper and Serena Joy's car went boom. What happened? What were you guys doing here?"

"The kids had to go potty and I ran out of toilet paper." Reason got out, taking a deep breath in and out, "So I called Serena to ask for a ride. On the way back the car broke down, I was fixing it, but the kids got antsy, and we were nearby, so I suggest that Serena walk them down to keep them occupied, and I'd call when I had the car fixed."

"The she called and I guess Cas' leash must've come off my hand because I got off the phone and he wasn't there." Serena Joy explained, "We've been running around trying to find him ever since. Sam, Hannah I am so sorry. If anything had happened to him I—I—"

"He's safe now." Sam cut her off, not wanting to think about that possibility, "That's the important thing."

Serena Joy crouched down to where Cas was having a joyous reunion with his brother. "Castiel, I am so sorry." She began, "I took my eye off you and I should never have done that."

Seeing Serena Joy was upset, he looked up at her and said, "It's okay, Miss Serena. I forgive you."

Serena Joy smiled. "Anyone ever tell you how great a kid you are?"

Cas shook his head.

"What were you guys doing here?" Reason asked, now that the crisis was over. Or so she thought.

"Tracking down family." Hannah answered.

"Speaking of which," Samson spoke up, which caused her to turn around, "You said we could talk about it later. It's later."

Something inside Hannah knotted as she turned to the others. "Will you excuse us, please?"

Back in Samson's trailer, Hannah told him everything—well, almost everything.

"I knew I should have probably at least told Heaven, but when they were adults the boys—they made enemies, you know that." She finished, "I couldn't risk it."

"You just gave up and decided to live this face like with them and Sam Winchester?" Samson asked.

Hannah felt anger bubble up in her. "Our lives aren't fake." She protested indigently, "People adopt children all the time. Ours was just a little more—unconventional. Those are our children; Sam is there father and I'm their mother and that's all there is to it. It's no more fake then the life you've been living here at the show."

"Fair enough." Samson conceded, "Don't worry, Sister, your secret is safe with me. All of your secrets are."

"What does that mean?" Hannah asked.

Samson merely winked at her. "Now, back to what I had to show you…"

The group, being led by Samson and Katerina lead them back into the house of oddities. "Keep your distance, please, she can be skittish or hostile around people she's not familiar sometimes, and I think the show stressed her today. "Looking over at Samson she added, "After this, I need you to get to the pool."

"Who's she?" Hannah asked.

Katerina lead then up the backsteps, then opened a door, staying, "Her."

Looking out the door they saw lying in a large copper-bottomed washtub filled to the brim with water, was a girl with long brown hair that looked to be about twelve at the most. The ones closer could make out gills. They could all see the webbing on her hands and of course, the giant fish blue-green fish tail sticking out of the tub.

"She got tangled up in the net of fishing trawler off the coast of Maine." Katerina explained, "The sailors actually put her up for auction on eBay of all places."

"eBay didn't notice children being trafficked on their sight?" Serena Joy question, a hint of anger in her voice.

Before things could go any further the mermaid turned her head to look at them, her eyes, which were already larger than a human though with noticeably smaller pupils, widened at the presence of the strangers. She reared back and let out a threatening hiss, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

"It's alright, Liebchen." Katerina assured her, gingerly approaching, like one would a frightened animal, a hand out in front of her, "These nice people are going to stay right there. They're not coming any closer."

"No more!" The mermaid protested, desperately, "No more!" Suddenly small white smooth balls started falling from her eyes and Sam remembered a legend her read while looking for something else, about mermaids crying pearls.

Katerina crouched down in front of the mermaid, holding out her arms. The mermaid latched on, burying her face into the ringleader's chest. "Ssh, ssh my love." Katerina soothed, "No more crowds for a while at least. It's alright, you're safe." She then just hummed rubbing circles on the creature's back until she claimed down. When they finally broke the embraced, Katerina leaned down saying, "Now, I brought you your favorite." Then she pulled out a small whole fish. She held it out above the mermaid, who reached and took it, devouring the thing head first. She then looked up expectantly, making a series of click and squeaks.

"What?" Katerina asked playfully, "You want more? You've had like a whole pack today already. Not all at once, but still." After a beat she changed her tune, pulling out another fish. "Alright, you piglet."

The mermaid took the fish, happily scarfing it down.

"She's well-treated here, but confinement's not good for her." Samson told Hannah, who was standing next to him, "Sometimes she gets so distressed she'll swim in circles in the pool until she wears herself out, or call out for her pack until she's horse. She'll accidently hurt herself. But she's not old enough to be on her own, I think and they don't seem to do well alone. I can't in good conscience go home until she's home." After a beat he added, "Plus, I'm the only who's actually strong enough to move her from the tub to the pool. She's heavier than she looks."

That was Cas started walking up the steps.

"Ah, bud, don't—" Sam began.

However, the young mermaid seemed to have a different reaction to Cas than she did the rest of the new comer, reaching out to him.

"She's usually okay with children." Katerina offered for an explanation.

Cas' tiny hand touched the very tips of the mermaid's webbed ones. "It'll be okays." He told her, "I was lost too, but then some nice ladies helped me find my Mommy. Maybe they can help you find yours, too." Then, taking the small plastic-blow-up well he had won at the duck game and reclaimed a few minutes before, handed it to the mermaid, who took it, looking at it with curiosity, making serval clicks.

Hannah glanced over to Sam.

"Well it looks like I have some research to do on mermaids and location spells." The hunter declared.