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This chapter is-hopefully- going to be another creepy one, so I hope you enjoy!

Onwards...

'Come on boys-time to get up for school!' John called as he passed Sam and Dean's door on the way to the kitchen. He had spent the night reading sheaths of paper and research on his latest case, and as a result was suffering with a blistering headache, so he wanted the trip to school to be as painless as possible.

Dean rolled out of his bed and bounded to the bathroom, before quickly putting his clothes on and racing for breakfast; Sam, however, wasn't as enthusiastic-he pulled his blanket up above his head and huddled into his pillow, hugging Mr Chuckles tight to his chest.

After a while, Dean peeked his head around the door, a frown on his face as he walked over to his younger brother and gently pulled back his covers.

'Sammy? You ok?' he asked, tilting his head sideways so he could see him better.

Sam nodded and suppressed a giggle, before huddling down more into his bed. 'I'm fine Dean-but I'm staying home today!' he said brightly, wide brown eyes staring up at his brothers.

Dean frowned once more. '...How come?' he muttered, sitting down on the edge of Sam's bed.

'Mr Chuckles says that I don't have to go to school today-he wants me to play with him instead!' Sam said, a grin on his face.

'Uh Huh...' Dean nodded, before turning and walking back out the door. 'Dad! Sam says he's not going to school.' He called, before looking back into the room at his brother, a slight smile on his face.

John walked into the room, and stood before Sam's bed, his hands on his hips. 'Come on buddy, time for school-I've got your favourite cereal already in the bowl, don't let it go soggy.' He said, looking down at his youngest.

Sam meekly shook his head, suppressing another giggle after stealing a look at the doll in his arms. 'Mr Chuckles says that I can have the day off and no one can say I can't.' He said defiantly, before peering up at his father to gauge his reaction.

John had to suppress a chuckle. Kids and their imaginations these days... 'Listen buddy-Daddy says you have to go to school, the law says you have to go to school. You can play with Mr Chuckles afterwards, okay?' he said, before pulling the blankets off Sam's bed, revealing the young boy and the doll; Mr Chuckles' eyes were glinting in the morning sun.

'Right, now get up Sammy.' John said, holding out his arms. Sam lay back for a while, occasionally peering down at the doll wedged in his arms, before he pulled the doll close and whispered quickly into it's face-after a while he looked back at John.

'Ok Daddy, Mr Chuckles says that's fine!' he said brightly, before hopping out of bed, carefully laying Mr Chuckles on the bed, and dashing off to the bathroom.

John looked down at the doll with distaste, before walking back into the kitchen to pour Sam a fresh bowl of cereal.


'Come on Sammy, leave that damn doll alone now-we gotta go!' John called from the door, rolling his eyes as he spied Sam gently laying the doll on his bed.

'You done?' he called again, shrugging down at Dean, who chuckled.

'Almost, I just gotta tuck him in!' came his reply, causing John to grin.

Moments later, and Sam was with them, his backpack slung on his shoulders, but a worried look on his face. 'What's up?' Dean whispered as John led them outside to the car.

Sam shrugged, sniffing. 'What if Mr Chuckles gets lonely, being in the room all by himself?' he asked, his wide eyes filling with tears.

'Aw, he'll be fine Sammy-He doesn't really feel anything!' Dean chuckled, expecting Sam to laugh along with him. But Sam didn't find it funny at all; the little boy stopped stock still, a glare on his young features. 'Mr Chuckles does too feel things! He's got feelings just like me!' he shouted, a pout on his small lips.

'Whoa, relax Sammy.' Dean frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder. 'He'll be fine-I promise.'

'What do you know?' Sam scoffed, before walking ahead and leaving a dumbstruck Dean looking confused in his wake.

John frowned as Sam sauntered into the back of the car. 'Everything ok buddy?' he asked, but Sam only shrugged in reply. Dean climbed into the back seat, a mildly hurt look on his face.

'What's happened between you two?' John asked, looking from one boy to the other in his mirror.

'Nothing Dad.' Dean answered, before twisting in his seat so he could look out the window.

'Well, ok...' John muttered, turning the car around and onto the main road.

The journey to school was completely silent, something that unnerved John a lot-normally the boys would be chatting (or indeed bickering) but today there was nothing.

'So...what are you doing today then Sammy?' John tried, but again all he got was a shrug from his youngest. He peered in his mirror at Dean; his face was unreadable, as usual.

He shrugged and carried on driving, before turning into the school road and parking.

He turned right around in his seat. 'Right, if there really is nothing wrong-have a good day boys.' He said, smiling at each of them.

'Yeah...' Sam sighed.

'Ok Dad.' Dean said in a monotone, before he leaned forwards and pressed the side of his face into John's cheek. 'Have a good day.' He muttered, before getting out the car and slamming the door behind him.

'Hey!' John unwound his window, frowning at Dean as he walked back towards him. 'Forgotten something?' he asked, before nodding towards Sam, the younger boys eyes wide at being left out.

'Oh, yeah...come on Sammy.' Dean said, waiting for Sam to get out the car.

As soon as Sam was out, he ran straight towards his brother and gave him a hug. 'I'm sorry Dean.' He said, his voice muffled by Dean's chest.

'S'okay Sammy...' Dean chuckled, patting his back.

'Come on guys, or you'll be late for register!' John said, a smile on his face as he watched Dean lead his brother up to the school.

'Bye Daddy, have a good day!' Sam called, before they turned the corner and were lost in the throngs of other children.

John grinned and turned on the ignition again; he was going to drive back to the motel, get some more research done before they skipped town-he had to find new schools for the boys as well, so that needed some planning.

Ten minutes later and he was back. The wind had started to get up and it was beginning to rain slightly; large grey clouds that had previously only dotted the sky now filled the open expanse of blue.

John let himself in and flung his coat on the sofa, before turning to the small table that held his research-but as he did he got the shock of his life.

Mr Chuckles was sat on his desk.

'What the...' he whispered, trying to fight down the uncharacteristic panic in his chest-he was a seasoned hunter, he shouldn't be scared of stupid clown dolls...

But how did it get there? He had watched Sam tuck it into bed, for God's sake... Maybe Sammy had moved it just before he went out the door, when he wasn't looking?

Whatever the reason, John mused, he shouldn't be scared of the damn thing... He picked it up and walked into Sam's room, propping it up on his shoulder.

The thought did cross his mind of whether he should just chuck it-but what if it was Sam, pretending it could move? He was fond of it... he'd keep an eye on it, he figured, but it was probably his hunter's imagination going haywire.

He eyed the clown once more, before walking out the door and shutting it with a snap...

As he turned on the radio to drown out the eerie silence, he didn't hear the sound of repeated chuckling coming from inside the bedroom, reverberating against the walls...

Oooh what's going to happen next? Find out in the next chapter!

These chapters are going to get progressively scarier and creepier-I hope ^^ so I really hope your all going to enjoy the ride!

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