If you recognise it, I probably don't own it. I wish I did.
Warnings: Rape of a child.
John was off working a case, and Sam and Dean were stuck spending their summer vacation in cheap motel rooms with no air-con.
"Dean, I'm bored." Sam whined for what seemed like the fifteenth time in as many minutes.
"Sammy, why don't you read or something?" Dean replied.
"I've read all my books, Dean. I wanna go out."
"There is a circus in town. We could take some of the money dad left us and go over to it."
"Really, Dean?"
"Sure. Get your shoes on, Sam." Dean ordered, pulling on his own shoes and grabbing the money. Taking Sam's hand after he locked the door, he led Sam through the town to the circus. "What do you want to do first?"
"Can we go see the clowns?" Sam asked excitedly.
"Sure." Dean found a tent where some clowns were performing. He sat Sam with some of the other children. "I'm gonna go grab some cotton candy, want some?"
"Yeah." Sam replied, getting focused on the clowns. He laughed along with the others, but as the show progressed, he began to get a sense of unease. One of the clowns had seemed to develop a liking to him. Dean returned with the candy, before going off to check out some of the rides. After the show was over, the clown went over to Sam.
"I could show you some of that stuff, you seem pretty lonely." It said kindly.
"S-sure." Sam followed him into a smaller side tent, and before he knew what was happening he was being held against the side of a wardrobe.
"You're such a cute little boy now. There's so much I want from you." The clown growled, groping Sam's crotch through his jeans.
"No. Please no. Leave me alone." Sam whimpered.
"Why would I want to do that, hey?" The clown taunted. It pushed Sam down onto a crate after pushing his pants down to reveal his undeveloped genitals and small butt. It tied him down before it forced himself on the young boy. Sam screamed loudly as his hole was forcibly stretched by the clown's length. People burst into the tent and pulled the clown off of the boy.
"Are you ok? Who are you here with?" A kindly older woman asked after helping him up and getting his clothes fixed.
"M-my brother, Dean. I want Dean." Sam replied fearfully.
"Come on, sweetie, I'll help you find Dean." She held Sam's hand and got him out of the tent, they had moved a few feet when Dean came running over to him.
"Sammy, are you ok?" He asked, pulling the younger boy into a tight hug, his heart dropping when he heard his brother's heart wrenching sobs.
"One of the clowns raped him." The woman told Dean. "Are your parents around at all?"
"Our dad is away on business today, so it's only me and Sammy." Dean pulled Sam away and took him back to the motel. "I'm so sorry, Sammy. I shouldn't have left you."
"Not your fault." Sam mumbled, screaming when a clown appeared in a commercial on TV.
"No more clowns then, I guess."