It wasn't a secret that Sam hated clowns. Everyone knew it, but most importantly, his brother knew it, therefore making it impossible for him to live it down. For weeks, Sam tried finding things that his brother was afraid of, with no success. He skipped the easy ones, like spiders, snakes, and other crawling things. For someone who hunts monsters, those seemed too trivial for Dean to be afraid of.
One afternoon, when Dean was out getting lunch for the two of them, Sam decided to take a crack at some of the simpler fears. He walked to the closest convenience store and bought a bunch of rubber snakes, and once he got back to the motel, he spread them out in Dean's bed. Making sure to fluff his blankets exactly how they were before the snakes, Sam quietly laughed to himself.
"Sammy!" Dean called as he walked into the motel room. "I don't know why you always eat this rabbit food, man," he said, shaking his head as he set Sam's "rabbit food" on the dining room table.
"I'm beat. I think I'm gonna take a nap," Dean yawned, stretching as he walked over to his bed. Sam held back a snicker as he walked out of the bathroom into the main room, waiting for his brother's reaction. Dean threw back his covers and his expression was neutral.
"Really, dude?" Dean said, picking one of the snakes up by it's rubber tongue. Real- AHHHH!" he screamed. Sam laughed as Dean jumped up onto his little brother's bed.
"Dude, they're just rubber," Sam said, laughing.
"I know that! But that isn't!" Dean shouted, pointing to the corner of the room where a little mouse was hunched over, chewing on the crumb of something the boys had left laying around. Sam looked at the mouse, then back to his cowering older brother.
"Are you kidding me?" Sam laughed, his hand on his stomach and tears forming in his eyes. "Mice? Big bad Dean Winchester is afraid of mice?"
"Shut the fuck up, Sam. What's scary about clowns?" Dean tried, knowing his argument was weak.
"What's scary about a strange man in abnormally giant shoes who likes to make small children kill their parents? No idea. Tell me Dean. What's scary about that innocent little creature over here?" Sam asked, going over to the mouse and quickly scooping it up in his hands. "It's just a little mouse," he said, holding it up to a flinching Dean.
\"Just get it out of here!" Dean said loudly to his brother.
"Mice." Sam whispered to himself.
This was going to be a very long case for Dean.
