Fear of a Happy Face

AN: Thank you guys for reviews, they make my day. I'm sorry it takes longer and longer to update... I have a school project going on and because it's not just mine I can't really just... write this instead if that, my friend would KILL me. I don't want her to fail, I don't care that much of me. I hope you understand. :D

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: I just baught the first season DVD box but no, I still don't own the show...

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Chapter ten

It had been thirty minutes since anyone had said anything. Thirty minutes since Dean had told Sam that using him as a bait was the best and only plan they had. Thirty minutes since Sam had rushed out of the room. And for thirty minutes he had been sitting on a bench in front of it. No way was he gonna face his Dad or Dean. No. They should really think what they were asking him to do. It wasn't fair! How could the expect him to do that! It was like letting Dean walk to a werewolf's cave all alone. It was like watching him bleed to death and not do anything, it was like killing him!

"Sammy?"

"Go away", Sam said quietly when he heard Dean's voice. Dean, however, just sat down next to him, like he had not even heard. "I said go away. I'm mad at you, I'm not talking to you!"

"Okay, so let's not talk", Dean said calmly. "Let's just sit here and wait for the big angry spirit", he added, getting into a comfortable position. He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back on the bench. "I know it's not fair", he said.

"Then why do you make me do it?" Sam asked.

"Made you talk", Dean said, smiling a little.

"Dean..."

"It's the best and only plan we have, as I have told you like million times. You know this, Sam."

"No, I don't! How can it be the best plan we have when you might end up dead?!" Sam asked. He was getting more and more angry. There was no way he was gonna go through with this and if he could only make Dean see how stupid the plan was...

"I'm not planning to die anytime soon", Dean said calmly.

"I don't think it's up to you..." Sam pointed out. Dean sighed. He had known this would be hard but... Sam was being ridiculous... It was not like the world was ending or anything. "What would you do if you were in my shoes?" Sam suddenly asked, as if he had read Dean's thoughts.

"That's not a fair question", Dean said.

"Why?"

"Cuz I'm the older brother. My job is to make sure you will never ever be in this situation."

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Sam was watching the TV but Dean doubted he saw anything. The look on the little boy's face told Dean he was thinking about something, hard. The sound of the shower was oddly comforting. The knowledge their Dad was near of anything happened...

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did Daddy become so serious when I said I'd be a good bait. It was just a game and I was right, wasn't I?" Sam asked. To him the plan was perfect. Dean sat down next to him, thinking about what to say.

"Well, uh... You know, people who are used as baits quite often end up dead. Putting yourself in front of a monster or whatever, it's just stupid. Specially if you don't have anyone backing you up", Dean explained.

"But I would have you! And I could ask Daddy, too!" Sam argued. "I mean, I'd have you, right?"

"Of course you'd have me, you don't even have to ask that! But even if you have someone, it might not be god enough..."

"But you and Daddy are the best!"

"Even so... Sam, the bait is what the monster wants. And if you want the monster to come for you, you have to be alone, the others have to be hiding. And if the monster is fast enough, the others won't have time to safe you. You understand what I'm saying. It's just too dangerous. I mean... What would we do without our little Sammy?" Dean said, trying to make himself sound convincing enough.

"I'm not little!" Sam said. "One day I'll be taller than you!" he announced.

Dean laughed. "Yeah, sure."

"I will!" A short silence. "Dean?"

"What?"

"You and Daddy... You won't put yourselves as baits either, right?" Sam said, looking up to his big brother.

"Well, Dad's order was for me, too", Dean said.

"And Daddy won't either. Right, Dean?"

Dean looked from Sam to the bathroom door. The water had stopped running and any second John would come out so he could answer the question by himself. But Dean was afraid Sam would not be very happy with the answer he would get.

"No, Sammy. Dad won't either."

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Sam shook his head. Dean was just so... damn... stubborn! He was stubborn and stupid and a bastard and...

"Dean..."

The fear in Sam's voice caught Dean's attention. Sam was looking straigh ahead of him, his eyes wide. "It's here?" Sam nodded. Dean's actions were quick. He caught Sam's arm and pushed him back to the room and locked the door.

"That won't keep him out", Sam said, though knowing that Dean's actions were more of a routine.

"Sam, you know what you have to do now, right?" John, who had guessed what was happening, said.

"Dad, there has to be another way! You can't be happy about this either!" Sam said. John's face looked like he wasn't but he didn't say anything.

"Sam, we really don't have time to argue. You know what you have to say. It'll be okay, k? I promise", Dean said.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Promise. I don't want you to promise anything that you might not be able to keep."

Dean didn't have time to reply. The clown appeared in front of him, now visible to all of them. "So, Sam, you made your decision yet?" Sam bit his lower lip. He was not ready for this... He was so not ready for this. "I don't have the whole day, Sam. Who's it gonna be?"

"Sam..." Sam heard Dean mumbling next to him. From the corner of his eyehe could see John reaching for a gun but somehow he knew it wouldn't work.

"Dean..." Sam said so quietly John or Dean didn't even hear it. But the clown did.

"First you safe him and then you want me to kill him. What a waste. Aww, well. I don't really are who I kill. If this is what you want, to be it."

The next few seconds were like from a slow motion film for Sam. One second Dean was next to him and the clown in front of him and the second Dean was flying threw the window and the clown had disappeared. Sam heard John calling Dean's name from somewhere far away as he turned around to the now mashed window. Dean lied on the ground, eyes closed and unmoving and the clown was reaching down for him.

"Don't touch him!" Sam suddenly yelled, unable to stop himself.

"Oh, but Sam, this is what you chose, isn't it? I'll be back for you later, so you can help me kill him. Bye!" And in a blink of an eye, both the clown and Dean were gone. Sam stood there, completely in shock. This had not gone as planned. Not nearly as planned...

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When Dean woke up, first thing he noticed was a smell of popcorn. The second thing that caught his senses was that he was tied up. "Oh, great."

"You don't have to be here long", came a voice from somewhere. The echo made it impossible to place. "Just as long as I come with a way to kill you."

"I'm surprised you haven't done it already", Dean said.

"Oh no, I can't spoil Sam's fun now can I? No, he will come here and help me. I'm surprised that he picked you. Though I'm quite sure this is a trap. Not that your brother and Dad will find a way to kill me. Sam will help me kill you and he'll be mine forever."

Dean frowned. He had forgot about that part. Oh man, this plan was going to a completely wrong direction...

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