The forgotten day at Pluckys
Sam Winchester has a fear of clowns, but where did it come from? When did his fear begin? A forgotten day at Pluckys might explain a few things. This is my take on how Sam may have become fearful of clowns. TAG to episode 7x14.
He whirled around in a panic, trying to spot through an all too tall crowd of people his older brother and father. Somehow he'd gotten separated from them. The lights around him were a blur and the carnival music started fading as his panic grew. People walked passed him without a second glance, no one seeming to care that a three year old was on his own. The rides were a buzz and bells ringed on games as people played for prizes. His eyes welled up with tears as he realized his family was no where to be seen amongst the crowd of people. His heart beat fast when he suddenly found himself surrounded by clowns.
The clowns were boisterous and up beat, wearing a colorful array of outfits and wigs with painted faces to match. They circled around him and suddenly, it was as if the whole carnival disappeared...the music had faded and the lights dimmed. The clowns moved closer and he could see how their makeup was smeared by sweat pouring off their bodies. It had been unusually warm that night for the small town in Colorado.
"All alone, hey kid." One said, making a sad face.
"Lose your mommy and daddy?" Another asked.
"We can help, help, help you..." A third offered with a grin from ear to ear, yellow teeth showing, as he moved closer to the boy.
He could smell something foul on the clown's breath and pulled back. Occasionally, he smelt the same thing on his father's breath after his father visited some place that he called the bar. His Dad wasn't always in a good mood after he visited the various bars throughout the different places they'd lived. He couldn't imagine what kind of mood these clowns were in.
"Awe, come on boy..." One cooed. "We just want to help." They all moved in closer, with big grins on their faces and suddenly, he couldn't breath.
"Sam, Sammy..." He heard a shout from outside the circle that surrounded him and that's when the carnival came back into focus.
Another boy, only a few years older than him, pushed through the clowns, followed by an older man...his brother and father. His breath hitched as tears slide down his cheeks. "Daddy, De..." He ran to them and threw his arms around them.
"Hey..." The older man said, reaching down to lift the boy. "thought we lost you for a second, Sammy."
"Yeah," His brother added in and teased. "thought I might have to get myself a new brother." He looked up at their father with a smile. "Now let's go get some cotton candy."
They all pushed through the clowns and back to the rest of the carnival, where they spent the rest of the evening playing games, going on rides, and stuffing themselves full of junk food. There wouldn't be too many fun trips like this in the future, so they enjoyed it while they had the chance.
That was the night when Sam Winchester's dislike of clowns began, but it was a whole other experience that turned his dislike into an all out fear. The worst part about his new found fear though, was that he wouldn't remember how it came to be.
"Come on, Sammy..." Dean coaxed from his seat on a bed in their hotel of the week. "You love that place."
"No, you only thought I did." He shot back from his chair at the only table in the room where he was trying to finish his homework. "That place was fun the first time around, but I'm almost 13 and those places are for little kids."
"Ok, what if I promise that this is the last time..."
Sam cut his brother off. "Yeah, the last time until you find some other girl you want to make out with for the night."
"Sam, I'm just taking her to dinner." Dean lied. Of course he was planning on making out.
"So let me stay here." Sam argued.
"Dad would kill me if he knew you were here alone." Dean said.
"But it's ok for me to be alone somewhere else?" Sam asked with a sigh.
Dean stood from the bed. "That's enough." He shot back. "You're going, end of story. Now get your coat." He grabbed the impala's keys off the table where Sam was siting and walked out of the motel room.
Sam sighed again, angry that no one ever seemed to care what he wanted or thought. He closed the text book that was in front of him and shoved it back into his backpack that was on the floor by the table and reached for his jacket. He stormed out to the parking lot and eyed the impala, which was already running and waiting for him. He took to the passenger seat and crossed his arms over his chest in defiance and refused to say a single word to Dean as they drove across town to Plucky Pennywhistles Magic Menagerie.
Dean pulled up to the front of Plucky's and put the car in park. He reached into his wallet, handing Sammy a twenty dollar bill. "Alright, have fun..." He started to say.
"Yeah, whatever." Sam replied, pocketing the twenty as he climbed out of the car.
"I'll be back before they close." Dean said, putting the car in drive before Sam had even closed the passenger door.
Sam stood and watched the impala speed away from him. Once it was out of sight, he turned and headed into Plucky's. It wasn't the kind of place his Dad would ever take him to. The first time Dean had taken him to one, it was fun. The two of them pigged out on a huge pizza and spent hours playing all the games. Dean was determined to get enough tickets winning games to get the big prize at the prize counter, which was some kind of giant slinky. Dean never got his slinky, but since that first visit, he'd left the younger Winchester there a few times so he could hang out with some random chicks from school. It became like a babysitter and Sam was starting to loath the place.
He spent most of the evening playing skeeball and tried to ignore all the annoying younger kids around him that were screaming and squealing with excitement and joy. In fact, he pretty much kept to himself the whole evening while he waited for his brother to finish his make out session with the new girl of the week. 'God, my brother's a pig.' he thought.
When he realized it was nearing closing time and his brother had not returned yet, he headed to the bathroom at the back of the establishment. He figured he'd go and relieve himself and then wait somewhere out front for his brother. He had no idea that one of the clowns was watching his every move though. A clown had been watching him for part of the evening and that very clown was following him to the hall that lead to the bathrooms. Most hunters would have noticed someone watching them immediately, but he was still in training and his father was still waiting for that training to stick...for that hunter instinct to finally kick in.
A few miles away, Dean and some girl were parked at the site of an old damn where a creek flowed and trees surrounded them on all sides. They sat in the Impala, lips locked together as they made out. He was thinking of taking things to third base with the girl, but he was interrupted when his cell phone rang. "Damn it, Sammy..." He cursed as he answered it, assuming it was his little brother.
"Dean?"
"Dad?" Dean immediately pulled away from the girl and sat tall and straight, like a good soldier.
"Tell me your brother is right there with you?"
Dean eyed the girl for a quick moment. "No, um..he's..." Shit, his Dad was going to be pissed at him for dumping his brother for the night at Plucky's.
"Where is he?"
"He's at Plucky's." Dean answered. "Why, what's going on?" His Dad sounded frantic and genuinely concerned about something.
"One of the demons I was questioning got away. He snaked out before I could perform the exorcism and I'm worried he may go after your brother."
Dean scrunched his face in confusion. "Why would it go after Sammy?" He asked, not at all aware of the fact that his father had been questioning other demons about the yellow eyed demon and why the demon was in Sam's nursery all those years ago when they'd lost Mary.
"I don't have time to explain. I'm driving back in to town and just got reception on this damn phone, so I'll go pick up your brother. Get back to the motel and start packing. We leave tonight."
"Wait..." Dean pulled the phone away when he realized that his father had just hung up on him. He sighed when his eyes fell back onto the gorgeous bombshell in the seat next to him. Oh, how he wished he could finish his fun with her, but apparently, they were moving on to a new town. It wasn't like them to leave so late after they'd already paid for their motel for another night, but something had obviously spooked their dad. "Sorry, but it looks like I've got to get home." He said, starting the impala.
Sam came out of the bathroom and nearly walked right into a clown. "Sorry." He mumbled without even looking up. He tried to sidestep the clown, but the clown grabbed his arm firmly and pulled him back. "Hey, what..."
The clown pushed him against the wall and a hand covered his mouth. "You just be nice and quiet." The clown said. "We're gonna head out that back door," He nodded to a door at the end of the hallway. "and have a little fun."
Sam went into panic mode. He didn't know what the clown intended, but he didn't plan to stick around and find out. His knee shot up, striking the clown in the crotch. When the clown let out a hiss of pain and nearly doubled over, Sam tried to make a run for it back to the gaming area where there was a crowd of kids trying to get in a last few minutes of playtime before the place closed.
He was so close to the kids, so close to freedom when he felt an invisible force pulling at him. Before he could register what was happening, his body flew backwards in the air and thudded against the clowns chest, nearly knocking the wind out of him. The clown whirled him around and shoved him hard against the wall, making certain that his head slammed against it. His vision swam for a moment as he heard the clown going "Tsk, tsk, tsk." He thought for a second that the clowns eyes had flashed a deep abyss of darkness, but it had happened so fast that he wasn't sure if he was seeing right. The clown dragged him to the back door and suddenly the cool night air slammed against him as he was thrown to the ground. He quickly tried to get up, but a foot slammed hard into his side, taking away his breath and forcing him to collapse back to the cement beneath him.
The clown smiled as he eyed the youngest Winchester boy. He'd just been tortured by the eldest Winchester and he'd be dammed if he knew just how he managed to scurry out of his host before the man could finish the exorcism, but he was glad he did. He didn't want to be forced back to hell. He'd watched his other demon friends give up intimate details on yellow eyes plans for little Sammy Winchester and he didn't want to be in hell to see their fate when ole yellow eyes realized just what they'd done. Of course, he couldn't refuse checking out Sammy and having a little fun with the chosen one. He continued to rein down kicks on the younger boy before another thought came to him.
Sam could barely move. He'd tried to get up, but the kicks kept coming and the pain was about to drown him. He could barely breath and his vision was swimming. His chest was killing him where he was certain there had to be a broken rib or two. His Dad had taught he and Dean basic first aid and he knew enough to at least triage himself. His massive headache made it hard to think though.
The clown finally stopped kicking the boy, grinning as he moved to put his next plan into action. He reached down and flipped the boy over, hands going for the fly on Sam's pants. Sam, in a renewed panic, tried to fight through the pain and kick out at his attacker. The clown merely smiled and unleashed his demonic power on the boy.
Sam got a few good kicks in on the clown, but suddenly he felt some kind of energy form around him. The energy felt like a heavy weight holding him down and he quickly found that he could no longer move. His pants were slid down and off once he was immobilized. He swallowed hard and tried to even his panicked breathing as he watched the clown undo his own pants and force them down, underwear going down with them. A large, erect member bounced free. "This is going to be so much fun." The clown hissed, moving closer to Sam.
Sam's eyes grew wide in fear as the clown reached for him with a wide grin on his painted face. He was flipped onto his stomach, hands pushing his legs apart. Something nudged between his legs, but before he could feel it push into him, a shot rang out. The clown stumbled away from him and suddenly, he realized that he could move again. He tried to scurry away as he heard his Dad shouting. "Sammy..."
A/N: This started off as a one shot that quickly grew in length, so I've split this up into 4 or 5 parts that will be posted every few days. Feel free to let me know your thoughts on it. I would also like to note for future parts of this story that I am not a doctor or trained in any aspect of the medical field. I do love a good medical show, but even that doesn't qualify me. There will be some hospital scenes coming up and so I apologize if the medical info and jargon isn't quite accurate. Thanks and enjoy...