What if Sam's phobia got the better of him?

Sam and Dean sat in the rusty old van they had borrowed from Bobby while waiting for the homicidal clown to show up. Dean was sleeping, Sam was keeping watch. He saw the little girl through the window approaching the door. He nudged Dean. "Wake up, show time."

They got out of the van, managing not to make too much noise, with the old creaky doors and snuck in the house by a side entrance. When the little girl approached the stairs with the clown, they were waiting, blocking his access to the upstairs.

"Get the girl away, Sam," Dean yelled.

Sam just stood there. "Sam!" Dean yelled more urgently. Sam just stood there frozen. The clown took advantage of the situation and jumped out the window, breaking glass. The girl started screaming and of course the parents came running.

"What did you do to my daughter?" the father demanded.

"Come on," Dean urged and grabbed Sam's arm. Luckily, his frozen state appeared to have worn off.

SSSSSSS

"Do you really think they saw the plates?" Sam asked as the ditched the van in the middle of nowhere.

"I don't know. Better safe than sorry, plus I hated that thing anyway," Dean said. "Sam, what the hell happened back there?" Dean finally asked the question that he'd been putting off since they left the house.

"I don't know. I was scared," Sam admitted.

"Of a clown?" Dean asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, so? You're afraid of flying," Sam said, lamely trying to justify himself.

"It's not the same thing," Dean said. I managed to get on a plane without freezing stiff. A plane we knew was going to crash, by the way."

"I don't know, Dean. What do you want me to say?"

"Why are you so afraid of clowns? I mean, considering what we see on a daily basis, clowns seem pretty harmless. Even homicidal ones."

"Just leave it alone, Dean," Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Fine," Dean agreed for now. I will get to the bottom of this later, he vowed to himself. "So, what do you think that thing is anyway? A ghost wouldn't have had to break the window to get out."

"I don't know. Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash will know something," Sam suggested as he pulled out his cell phone and headed into the cornfield, partially to check for a stronger signal, partially to get away from Dean.

SSSSSSSSS

When Sam came back out to the road from the field, he said "Rakshasa."

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"Ellen's best guess. It's an ancient race and it turns invisible and eats people."

"OK. Does Ellen know how to kill it?" That was all Dean really cared about anyway.

"Brass blade," Sam replied.

"I think I know where we can get one of those," Dean said.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"The blind knife thrower," Dean replied.

"Good thinking," Sam said. He'd been so preoccupied with his fear of the clown, he couldn't even see the obvious place to get a knife.

SSSSSSSS

"Excuse me," Dean said as they approached the blind man. He didn't want to startle him.

"Yes? You're the boys writing the book, right?" he asked.

"That's right. We were wondering if you could help us out with something?" Dean asked.

"What?"

"We need a knife made of brass," Dean said.

"What for?" Karpazian asked.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain," Sam chimed in. "We would only need to borrow it for a couple of days, then we'll give it back."

"It's for research for our book," Dean added.

"OK, well come on back to my trailer, and we'll take a look."

Sam and Dean followed him into his trailer. "I need to use the bathroom, why don't you two look through that chest. I'm not sure if I have one made of brass or not."

Sam and Dean started looking, their backs to the bathroom door. Sam stood back and said, "I don't see anything made of brass, Dean."

"There's still a few more left."

Sam heard the bathroom door opened and turned towards the sound. He froze when he saw the clown standing there. He wanted to warn Dean but he couldn't even do that.

"Did you find one, Dean?" the clown asked.

Dean didn't bother turning around, "No," he answered in frustration.

"You know why I don't have one?" he asked, while Dean continued to search.

"Why?" Dean asked, refusing to give up hope of finding one.

"Because that's the only thing that can kill me."

Dean slowly turned around to find the clown and his frozen brother. "You?" Dean asked.

"Me," he replied with an evil smile, pulling a knife out of his oversized pockets.