The man emerged from his state of unconsciousness, looking at his surrounds in confusion before snapping out of his haze in panic. He was tied to a chair in a dark, noisy room with no recollection of getting there. His hands were tied tightly behind his back and his long, shoulder length hair was snarled in the oily rag that was gagging him. As he listened more intently to the sounds that surrounded him, he groaned with apprehension as he recognized the cacophonous music and yells of a county fair. His head snapped up when the only door in the room creaked opened and his eyes widened in fear as he saw his captor… a clown.

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Dean was more than a little excited when they pulled into the parking lot of the fair. He hadn't been to a fair or carnival since he and Sammy had killed the rakshasa. And technically that didn't count because they were investigating the whole time. This time, he hadn't encountered a monster in a couple of years, and he was going for his birthday. It was going to be awesome.

Ben jumped out of the truck as soon as it had parked, eager to get into lines for the rides before they got too long. Dean and Lisa strolled behind him, resisting the urge to break into a run and do the same. When they reached the gate and provided their tickets, the noise hit them. Screams from the early-birds on the rides. Laughs from little kids as they watched the clowns. Music from a thousand different sources. Lisa turned to Dean and smiled at the awe on his face. "What do you want to do first?"

He looked down at her and grinned devilishly. "Tunnel of Love?"

Thirty minutes later, they emerged from the ride, holding hands as they smoothed their hair back down. They had sent Ben to ride the Twister, and they arrived at the ride just as he was getting off. He was grinning from ear to ear as he said, "Can I go again?" Dean looked at the ride and then at Lisa with excitement. She saw the look in his eyes and waved him and Ben away. As they eagerly got in line, she searched for fried pie on a stick. Knowing Dean, he would approach the fair in intervals: Something thrilling, followed by something to eat, followed by a display or booth. As she watched him talking to Ben as they got closer to the ride, she marveled at her luck in finding such a good man. The nightmarish situation he had come to her from didn't seem to dampen his joy in the experiences of everyday life.

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The man in the colorful suit watched the woman, grinning in the anticipation of putting his plan into action. This stupid, human woman had unknowingly walked Dean Winchester into a trap. Now, with both Sam and Dean Winchester in his clutches, his boss would certainly promote him. It was high time for the Winchester's to get what they deserved.

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"When Dean and Ben emerged from the Twister, they looked around for Lisa and found her sitting on a bench with... was that fried pie? He rushed over to her, gave her a long, grateful kiss, before he tackled the sensory masterpiece in front of him. It was demolished in a matter of seconds, barely tasted but greatly appreciated. Lisa watched Dean as he ate before asking, "So gun show next or a booth?"

He held his finger up as he polished off the last of the crumbs. "I think we should go to the gun show. I checked the schedule and it's only open for a short amount of time."

Lisa nodded and they started walking towards that area of the fairgrounds, without noticing the black-eyed stare of the clown that was following them.

They reached the show and told Ben to go ride the merry-go-round. He sulked for a moment before dashing off to get the best horse. As Dean wandered around in the covered pavilion displaying all types of guns, he was blasted by memories of his first gun and all of the guns he held between then and now. More guns than were in this entire place. He stopped in front of a particularly rare gun, noticing a man who stopped at the exact same moment as he did. The tingle that had been teasing the back of his neck for the last couple of minutes grew as he looked around in apprehension. There were several suspicious looking characters around, but this was a gun show. As he looked outside the tent, his blood ran cold when he saw the clown. He was standing on the edge of the merry-go-round, staring intently at Lisa, who was watching Ben. As he broke into a run, he knew he would be too late. The clown reached out to Lisa and her eyes rolled back into her head as she collapsed to the ground.

As he ran, his thoughts swirled desperately as he thought of any way the demon could have known he was there. When he saw the clown dragging Lisa into the group of trees at the back of the merry-go-round he sped up, slowing down only when he reached the trees. He looked around for the clown, before he saw a maintenance door in the ground. There must be tunnels underneath the fairgrounds. Just as he was about to approach the door he was yanked to a stop by the scream behind him. Ben. He spun around and faced his worst nightmare.

A second clown had Ben in his grip, his black eyes glowing darkly as he yanked on his hair and planted the knife more firmly on his throat. Ben looked terrified. The demon smirked at Dean and said, "Turn around and walk towards that door Winchester, or this brat will never speak again." Dean desperately racked his mind for any chance of escape, but turned instantly when he heard Ben whimper. As he approached the door and stopped and front of it, he steeled himself in the anticipation of the fist that came crashing down from behind him. As the rest of the demons who were wearing clowns surrounded him and pummeled him to unconsciousness, his last thought was one of rage and helplessness. He would save his family.