A/N: For the E/O challenge. My first entry! Challenge word, 'drag'.
Dean pulled at Sam's tee, grabbed for his pajamas, just trying to get a grip on his frantic, squirming little brother. Sam fought silently, all sharp elbows, hard knees and a harder head.
"Sammy, Sam, you're safe. I've got you, kiddo."
Dean saw stars as Sam's head connected with his chin. His hands around Sam's waist, he managed to drag Sam to him, wrapping his little brother in his arms.
Sam gazed up with nightmare filled eyes, tears on his cheeks.
"No clowns, Dean," he sobbed.
Dean rocked back and forth, Sam held tight against his chest.
"No clowns, bro.
