Now
Dean was driving them to another one of Frank's safe-houses. Sam had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of the car only a few minute ago. It gave Dean the time to reflect on everything that had happened. It was nice to have gone on a normal hunt again. Forget about the leviathans for a day. And now he had some good ammunition against Sam. Seriously though, clowns? Of all things why was Sam afraid of Clowns? He had loved them as a little kid. But that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that the job was done and for a moment everything was ok. Looking back Dean would have laughed at the thought. Nothing was ever ok with the Winchesters.
They were halfway to the safe house when Sam's nightmare started.
The clown was staring down at hi. That eerie painted smile covered up the even eerier real smile. He was approaching Sam .Touching him.
"Sam"
"Sam"
"Sam!"
He bolted awake, painting. Dean was staring at him.
"Dude, you ok? You were screaming" Dean asked.
"Yeah I'm Fine."
"Was it about hell?"
Sam hesitated for a moment. How could he lie to Dean after everything that had happened with Amy? But he couldn't tell Dean the truth. Not now. Dean was breaking, even worse than he was. No he couldn't tell Dean anything.
"Yeah, it was about hell."