Chapter 2- The Circus

Sam was woken up by Dean jumping on the bed and shouting, "Circus! Circus! Circus!"

"Mmmm… Yeah, I know…circus…" Sam murmured, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

They got ready for the circus and left.

The circus was brilliant. Beautiful striped tents and flashing rides.

They walked past a man giving out balloons to kids. Dean stood there, waiting.

"Can I help you?" asked the man.

"I want a balloon." Dean said, grabbing at a bright red balloon.

"Only for the kids."

"But I am a ki…" Sam smacked his hand over Dean's mouth.

"He just wants a balloon to take to…um…his nephew." Sam lied.

"His nephew?"

"Yeah. In the car. C'mon, why would he want a balloon for himself?"

"You're right." The man handed Dean the red balloon.

"Hooray! Balloon!" shouted Dean, skipping off happily. The man gave Sam a weird look and Sam smiled back awkwardly.

They walked inside the circus tent. Sam's hands were sweating and he was shuddering at the thought of the clowns. They watched the performance with the acrobats, animals and dancers.

Then the clowns came on…

"Aaah! Clowns! Clowns!" Dean kicked and screamed, and Sam jumped at the unexpected racquet.

"What is it?" Sam said, slightly embarrassed as all eyes were on him and Dean.

"Scary clowns!" Dean tried to clamber under his seat.

"I'm scared of clowns too, but they are just people." Sam comforted, making himself feel better too.

"They're still scary." Dean whimpered.

"I know. We won't stay if you don't want to." Sam offered.

Dean nodded and clasped Sam's hand as they left. Sam felt awkward, but squeezed his hand back, keeping in mind that it was Billy's personality; not Dean.

"Bath! Bath! Bubbles!" Dean ran around the motel room like an aeroplane.

"What?!" Sam cried. "A bath?... A bubble bath?"

"Yes." Dean said.

Sam reluctantly filled up the bath with warm water and bubbles.

"There. Enjoy…" Sam headed for the door.

"Eh-hem." Dean coughed. Sam turned and saw Dean standing with his arms raised, waiting for Sam to undress him.

"You've got to be joking…" Sam murmured. Dean shook his head.

Sam lifted Dean's shirt off, closing his eyes.

"Now. There you go." Sam said.

"No."

"What?" Sam turned, noticing that Dean was now standing just in his undies, and he was about to take them off.

"No!" Sam cried.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Not before I leave the room. Please?" Sam turned for the door again.

"You have to watch me. I might drown." Dean said.

Sam was about to retort, but then thought of Dean's vulnerability to Demons, so he stayed.

Sam ended up dozing off anyway and awoke to find Dean standing, naked, in front of him holding onto a towel.

"Aaah!" Sam screamed, shielding his eyes. "Definitely NOT, what I needed to wake up to…" Sam mumbled as he chucked Dean his pyjamas.