No Fear Whatsoever? Sure.
They were trapped. In a cave. Surrounded at all sides by furry black things. And Dean was freaking out.
He wanted to scream like a little girl, wished he would be able to blame it on that ghost sickness from long ago. Spiders were so much scarier than cats and dogs.
He looked up at Sam, who was sighing heavily at the fact that they were stuck. But he seemed to care less about the fact of who they were sharing their night with. Who the hell was afraid of clowns and not spiders? That just made no sense whatsoever.
Dean had no doubt that no fear would be found in Sam's grapefruit. He didn't even glance over at Dean, too busy looking for possible exits.
He felt something crawl up his leg, and he jumped up and yelped. It was so dark he couldn't see a thing. And he was scared…oh so scared.
Dean gulped and slunk back against the cold wall, wrapping his arms around his knees, hoping the creepy crawlies would stay away from him and go attack Sam, who was laughing at him now.
He wanted to kill Sam. Almost as much as he hated spiders.
FIN