Fear of a Happy Face

AN: Okay, so this is the last chapter I'll be able to write for the next week and a half. I wish I could write sooner, I really do! But girl's gotta do what girl's gotta do I guess. :D

You guys have been great, you make my day over and over again. The sun has been shining since I started to write this and I thank you for that!

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

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Chapter four

"DEAN!!"

"Oh, would you stop screaming, he's dead!" the clown said. "You've got only yourself to blame, you just wouldn't choose."

"He is NOT dead!" Sam yelled. He was watching desperately down to the river but got absolutely no sign of his brother. "He's not dead, he can't be dead..." It didn't make any sense! His big brother, the hero, probably the closest human being to Superman, could not just die by falling to a river. No, it was not possible. Suddenly all the anger and fear Sam was feeling came to the surface and he lunged himself at the clown. "You son a BITCH!"

Sam never got anything to collide to, as the clown disappeared. Sam fell hard on the wooden bridge but he didn't bother to get back up. He made his hands into fists and let the tears fall. It would not be a little miracle if Dean was alive. Sam hadn't seen him come back up and he could swear he had been looking for at least two minutes. This could not be happening...

It was NOT happening. Sam didn't know, Sam didn't actually even care, if the clown would just follow him, he was gonna find his brother. With that thought in his mind, Sam got up and made his way to the riverside. It was hard, the edge was muddy and slippery and there was not much to grab onto. When he finally got something solid enough under his feet, he started running.

After ten minutes of running by the river, Sam had to stop. His heart beat was fast and breathing labored. His father had made him run miles but never this fast and never scared to death at the same time. Sam had to admit his defeat and slowered his run. There was no sign of Dean in the water. How far could he have gone? But if he wasn't above the surface the he had to be...

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"Dean? Dean!"

"Mmm..."

"Dean!"

"What, Sam?" Dean asked, annoyed as hell. He hated being woken up from a good dream, even by his dad or Sam. It was just not right. "What do you want, you should be in bed", he said.

"Can I...? Can I sleep next to you?" Sam asked. Dean groaned.

"I thought you wanted to stop coming to me after a bad dream. Be a big boy", he said.

"I didn't have a bad dream..." Sam said quietly.

"So why'd you wanna sleep next to me?"

"I'm scared, Dean..." Sam whispered. He lowered his head as if he was ashamed when Dean turned his full attention to him.

"What're you scared of, Sammy?" he asked, a little alarmed.

"He wants me", Sam said, alarming Dean even more.

"Who wants you?"

"The... the..." Sam sniffed loudly and wiped his nose to his sleeve.

"The what? Sammy?"

"Can I sleep next to you?" Sam asked again, looking at Dean. Dean sighed, realising his baby brother was really freaked out. The way he stood, the way his eyes shined...

"You better not kick me." Sam smiled as Dean made him space in the bed. He climbed onto it and got under the covers. "Nothing's gonna get you, Sammy." Sam turned to look at Dean, who looked back with a confident smile. "Not on my watch." Sam smiled even wider, feeling the fear slowly leave him. He got as comfortable as he could on the small bed, taking a hold of Dean's arm as a teddy bear. Dean shook his head but didn't pull his arm away. "You're safe with me."

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Dean lied on the mud, hoping more than ever that he had a pillow and a blanket. He was cold, every part of him was sore and he was exhausted. The seven minutes he had spent in the river felt like an hour to Dean. The oxygen had had hard time getting into his lungs as his mouth and nose were filled by water. But as much Dean liked breathing and would appreciate a soft bed, more than anything he would like to know that Sam was alright.

"Dean!!" Dean closed his eyes with a little smile. Next stop: shower. "Dean?" Dean heard Sam's fearful voice and opened his eyes.

"Hey." Sam sigh of relief was audible.

"I thought you..."

"Nah, takes more than a stupid clown spirit to kill me", Dean said, sitting up. When he saw Sam's eyes were still filled with tears and his face was a picture of panic, he stood up. "See? I'm fine." Without a warning Sam pushed him back to the ground. "What the fuck, Sam? What the hell was that for?" Dean asked.

"Felt like it..." Sam said. He fell on his knees to the ground, helping Dean sit up. "I really thought you were... You didn't come back up..."

"Yeah, it took a while, but hey... I'm fine. Really, I am."

"But..."

"Not a scratch, Sammy." Sam took a deep, shaky breath and was about to fall on his face to the mud when he felt Dean catching him. "Are you okay?"

"You scared me, Dean", Sam said quietly as put his forehead on Dean's shoulder. He knew he was too old to be hugged by Dean, those days were far gone. That's why he so surprised when he felt Dean's arms around him.

"Yeah, well... you ain't getting rid of me that easily."

TBC

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AN: It's short, yes, but all I can do right now. I felt so bad about the cliff hanger, I thought I'd give you all a peace of mind before I leave. But I'm leaving in two days for a week and I won't have time to write before that... Sorry... : (

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