Clowning Around

"Come on Dean! It's the circus!"

"But Sammy-!"

"No nothing! We're going to the circus!"

Dean let his six year old brother yank him along now, their father, John, ambling behind on a rare "day off"

The circus had rolled into town, and Sam, being his bubbly self, had pleaded and pleaded with his father to let him go. John had given in when his youngest son had tears in his eyes and a sob in his throat.

Dean had also pleaded with his father... to not make him go with them and leave him at the motel room or even in the car, but John chuckled and told him that they were going to "endure this as a family"

Now John handed the money for the tickets over and told the pair. "Here, go and get some cotton candy of you want."

Dean finally cracked a smile, taking the money and ran off with his excited younger brother who almost tripped in his immese excitement.

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Sam stopped now and peered through the backstage curtains, biting into his cotton candy and frowned. The clown was... putting on its face. Quite literally.

His eyes widened and went to back away, but he kicked the mop over and it turned to him, face contorted.

"Dean!"

Dean grabbed his brother as he babbled on about "killer clown" then understood- this clown wasn't human.

John was wondering why he had bought out his sons now- something always happened.

"Stay here, keep the doors locked." He ordered his boys now, shutting the boot of the Impala and cocked his gun before closing the door and waited until they locked it up from inside and he tested it before leaving.

Sam was sat there with wide eyes by now, then asked in a hushed voice. "But I thought clowns were supposed to be nice and funny! Not monsters!"

Dean sighed and looked at his little brother and said. "Sammy, not all clowns are monsters ok?"

Sam nodded, eyes still wide.

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Later on, Dean had fallen asleep and Sam had grown incredibly bored, and hungry too at that.

He looked at his older brother and went in his pocket, finding some notes and glanced around- the cotton candy man had to be here somewhere.

Sam unlocked the door and got out, shutting the door as quietly as he could.

Inside the tent, it was dark and a show was going on. Sam stood behind a seat now, watching with wide eyes as a man balanced on one hand on an elephant.

Then came a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see the clown, then he screamed and ran into the storeroom, hiding behind the props with a heaving chest. He poked his head around the chest and saw the clown coming, face still contorted.

Then a figure behind the clown, reaching for a sword by the door, then-

"Sam get down!"

He dropped and a thunk sounded, and when he looked up, John had hit the clown neatly in the neck with the sword and the thing had fallen and rolled to Sams feet. He looked down with wide eyes, prodded it with his foot, then screamed as the thing started laughing wildly.

John grabbed his son into his arms as he ran to the door, and over onto his shoulder as Sam freaked out well and truly.

"Sam calm down! You're gonna fall off! Stop thrashing!"

"Daddy I hate clowns!"

Well, my little take on why Sam hates clowns lmao! Maybe you shouldn't have prodded the thing silly boy! Reviews loved! x