We arrive at the Circus and split up. Sam and Blair go to Cooper's trailer while Dean and I go to the Blind Man's Trailer. When we arrive there we knock on the trailer and ask the man if he has any brass knives.

"Well, I've got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I've got a brass one, though," he tells us.

In Man's trailer, he leads Dean and I in and taps a trunk with his cane. 

"Check the trunk," The man tells Dean.

Dean opens the trunk and finds a red clown wig. He pauses, stands. 

"You," Dean questions the man.

"Him," I tell Dean fear evident in my eyes.

Blind man drops his cane, pulls off his glasses; his eyes look normal. Me. His eyes get cloudy, his face begins to melt. He waves, then his face disappears, cheshire-cat style with his eyes glowing last. 

Dean and I struggle with the door in Blind Man's trailer, trying to get out. A knife flies past our heads to bury in the door. I let out a small scream. Dean jumps. Another lands with a thunk a little higher.

"All right," Dean yells out pushing me out of the way.

He manages to get the door open and we book it out of there, tumbling. Outside, we see Sam and Blair.

We greet eachother.

"So, Cooper thinks I'm a was trying to get it on with Ariel, but it's not him," Sam tells us.

"Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere," I start to explain to Sam.

"Well, did you get the --," Sam begins to question Dean and I.

"The brass blades? No. No, it's just been one of those days," Dean tells Sam.

"I got an idea. Come on," Blair tells us. 'I don't think I will like this one.

We enter the funhouse; as they go through, a door slams between them. The boys struggle to open it.

"Sam! Ariel!," Dean yells out lost in the maze.

"Dean! Dean, find the maze, okay," Sam yells out.

Sam and I find a pipe organ, which is giving off steam. He grabs for one of the pipes, but it's too hot.

"Gah," he says, flinching from the heat.

I grab the plaid shirt off of my shoulders and begin to start pulling on the pipe. I then hand the pipe to Sam since I have the daggers still. Dean and Blair come around the corner.

"Hey," Dean nearly walking into Sam and I.

"Hey! Where is it," Sam questions.

"I don't know, I mean, shouldn't we see its clothes walking around," Dean state.

"That's not how it works," I tell them.

Suddenly a knife flies past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another one pins his wrist. A third knife flies out towards me hitting me in the left side of my waist.

"Sam," Dean and I yell out.

Sam pulls the pipe all the way off and stalks forward slowly. A knife flies past his head; he dodges.

"Guys, where is he," Sam yells out.

"I don't know," Dean tells him.

Blair reaches up and pulls a lever; more steam pours from the pipe organ, giving a vague shape to the invisible attacker, which helps for all to sees.

"Sam, behind you! Behind you," Dean warns him.

Sam stabs the pipe behind him without looking. He turns and sees it buried in the still-invisible creature, blood pouring from the wound. Dean manages to free himself and Blair. They look to where it's fallen and see only empty clothes and a bloody pipe.

"I hate funhouses," Blair and Dean say at the same time.

After our mission we head back to the Roadhouse.

Dean, Sam, Blair, and I sit at the bar; Ellen lays down beers.

"You kids did a hell of a job. Your dad'd be proud," Ellen tells us with a smile on her face.

"Thanks," Sam states.

Walking over to the pool table where Jo was. Not to soon after Sam leaves Dean and Jo and walks over to Blair and I.

"Got awkward, real quick huh," I ask him quickly noticing his face.

"Yes," he tells me with unhappy grossed out face.

The back door opens and ASH enters, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop.

"Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya. Looks like you picked up a straggler," Ash states.

"We were working a job, Ash. Clowns! Blair just happened to be at the right place right time," Sam tells Ash looking at Blair with a smile.

'Stop flirting, Sam'

'am not'

'are too'

"Clowns? What the," Ash questions.

"You got something for us, Ash," I ask.

Ash sets the laptop down on a table. It looks homemade, with exposed wiring.

"Did you find the demon," I question.

"It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie," Ash explains.

"What do you mean," Sam questions.

"I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world, my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm," Ash explains.

Dean tries to reach for the laptop.

"Do you mind...," Dean questions. Ash gives him a look. Dean pulls his hand back from the keyboard.

'Yeah, I think he does,' I think to my self.

"What's up, man," Ash questions.

"Ash, where did you learn to do all this," I question him.

"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting," Ash explains.

"M.I.T.," Sam questions.

"It's a school in Boston," Ash explains.

"Okay. Give us a call as soon as you know something," Dean tells Ash.

"Si, si, compadre," Ash tells him.

Dean takes another sip of his beer, then sets it down. Ash picks it up and drinks. Dean, Sam, and I head for the door.

"Hey, listen -- if you kids need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back," Ellen tells us.

"Thanks, but no. There's something I gotta finish," Dean tells Ellen.

"Okay," Ellen tells him. Understanding his look.

Bobby's Junk Yard.

~3rd Point of view~

Dean is working on the car again, Sam and Ariel pacing nearby.

"You were right," Ariel tells Dean.

"About what," Dean questions.

"About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it's too little. It's too late," Sam's lips tremble. "I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all," Tears in his eyes, "But neither are you. That much I know. We'll let you get back to work".

Sam and Ariel leave. Dean is still for a moment. He picks up a crowbar and smashes the window of a nearby car. Then he starts slamming it into the trunk of his own car, over and over. It clatters to the ground, and Dean looks after where the twins have gone, lip trembling.