Summary: Dean's afraid of flying. Sam's afraid of clowns. Adam's afraid of…well, Sam and Dean want to find out.

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The Winchester morning routine was usually predictable. Sam was always the first to wake up, taking a shower around six thirty while Dean and Adam slept. Adam was usually next, slipping out of bed and shuffling his way into the shower. Dean usually got an additional ten to twenty minutes after that. But today was a little different.

As Dean turned in his sleep, dreaming of a voluptuous vixen twist her scadly clad body around a pole, a shrill scream brought him out of his sleep. He shot up, looking around for the perpetrator. To his left, Sam was looking up from his laptop, also confused by the shrill sound.

A crash resonated from the bathroom. A moment later, a soaking wet blond, bare as the day he was born, came tumbling out of the bathroom, screeching "Kill it! Kill it!" like it was some kind of exorcism.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"In there! Kill it! Kill it!"

Dean raised an eyebrow. He didn't know whether to go in and kill whatever dared attack one of his brothers or sit and laugh at Adam's embarrassing position.

Sam decided to take action. He got up and walked into the bathroom. Dean did the only thing he could think would calm Adam down. He threw his blanket on top of the boy.

"Put some clothes on, kid."

Adam flushed red and nervously went to his duffle to find something to cover himself with. In that time, Sam walked out, confusion on his face.

"Adam, there's nothing in there."

"Check the shower. It's there," Adam said nervously as he slipped on the last piece of clothing onto him, ignoring the sticky situation his still wet body got from the clothes sticking to him. Sam frowned and went in. He came out laughing.

"A spider?" Sam laughed. "You were freaking out over a spider?"

Adam's faced turned red. "Shut up. Just kill it already."

"Wait a minute," Dean interjected, "are you telling us that you, Mr I-too-cool-to-be-a-Winchester, are afraid of spiders?"

"I'm not afraid of spiders!" Adam retorted, trying to sound brave. But Dean was an expert at discerning lies.

"Oh this is priceless," the older man roared with laughter. He was joined by Sam.

"Well at least I'm not afraid of flying…or clowns!"

"Yeah, but spiders?" Sam had to sit down for this. "Adam, they're harmless."

"No they're not," Adam tried to defend himself. "They're venomous and they bite and got those beady little eyes and..and and stop laughing!"

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The next day, Adam awoke to eight beady eyes connected to an angry, fanged face monster with eight spiny legs. It only made sense for him to scream at the top of his lungs while slapping the monstrosity away while kicking madly before falling off the bed with a loud thump.

As he groaned, he heard the oh-so familiar bark of laughter coming from the two most insensitive and jerkish brothers in the history of the world.

"I hate you both," he sighed.

This means war. He wondered how much it would cost to hire a clown to hide in the trunk of the Impala.