Happy Holidays! I won't have a christmas scene set up until after the holidays, which is unfortunate. Please vote or comment on how much you like the story! I'd love to know. :) Have a safe and happy holiday!

Sam did what his brain told him to.

Run.

His legs carried him down another hallway and turned the corner before the creature could spot him. He didn't want to face the fact that there was a clown behind him. He wanted anything but that. Sam ran into a pitch dark room and turned on the flashlight in his hand. He shined it in front of him as he moved swiftly around the pieces of scattered furniture. That's when he stared down at his hand, puzzled, as to how he suddenly had a flashlight. He didn't remember having one, and most certainly, he wasn't holding one after he locked the clown out. Sam's eyes searched around and heard the clown getting closer in the hallway. His fingers flipped the flashlight off and stepped back the slightest bit. Sam stood still and held his breath, fearing the clown would find him again. He didn't know how to fight it or how it could even be defeated. There wasn't any hope in his eyes.

The footsteps went away after a minute, like the clown just gave up his search and went to try something new. Sam sighed in relief and turned on the flashlight. Chills raced down his back and his clammy hands were shaking. Thoughts swam through his mind and his breathing wouldn't stabilize. He glimpsed at the floor and shined the beam at his shoes. He thought something brushed his leg, but found nothing. Sam's eyes widened to the size of saucers. He saw a pair of big, yellow shoes on the ground behind him. His heart dropped to the floor and turned around immediately. The clown laughed at him and Sam reacted quickly. He punched the thing before it could attack him. The clown vanished and tackled him from behind. Sam cocked his head. The clown wasn't real.

Is any of this real? That's when Sam remembered. They walked through the portal. He was with Angel and Dean before then, but they got separated somehow. He was going through his worst nightmare, so were Dean and Angel going through theirs? That could end terribly.

That meant none of this was real. He could take control.

Sam punched the ghost and ran through the building. He had to find the source of the portal. He was here for a reason. He passed by masks, props, decorations, and make-up before he made a sharp turn to the front of the store. He heard someone screaming a name and followed that. Another person to defend him against the clown was good enough for Sam. He felt like he needed an iron crowbar in his hands, and one literally poofed up into his hands. He made a not-bad face and thought, I could get used to this.

"Julian!" The man called out frantically. He flipped tables over and threw chairs to the side. Blood stained the floors and walls, enough to leave a person weak from blood loss. The man heaved a breath in before calling the name again and again, crying his eyes out as he did. Sam held up the crowbar up to defend himself before approaching. The man tensed up and said before he turned around, "Don't. It'll just anger him."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Anger who?" Sam tried to remember where he heard the name Julian before. Is this the father and son that owned the Halloween store and were murdered?

The man's dead, grey eyes met Sam's hazel ones. He fidgeted with his hands nervously, "You need to find the clown doll and torch it. I've tried, but I can't touch it."

"Barney, you aren't the one seeking revenge?" Sam questioned, throwing in his name to prove his thought.

Barney nodded. His eyes wandered behind Sam and the man stood straighter. His face drained of color, "Hey, Julian."

Sam spun around and locked eyes with the young boy. The boy's eyes were bloodshot and red plasma stained his clothes. "What were you talking about, Daddy?"

"Nothing, Julian. Where's your doll?" Barney asked calmly.

Julian's eyes flickered to Sam. "Who's this?"

"I don't know. I just met him," the father admitted. "Did you put your doll in the other room like I told you to?"

"Was he trying to hurt you, Daddy?" The boy craned his neck to fully stare up at Sam, who was towering over him like a giant.

Barney didn't hesitate to answer, "No, we were just talking."

Sam nodded and put the crowbar down. "I wasn't going to hurt anybody."

"You came to take my doll, haven't you? Take my doll like that man did years ago!" The boy screamed.

"That man didn't take your toy, Julian, he took your life!" Barney yelled.

The windows in the room shattered and glass flew everywhere. "You told him to do this, didn't you!" Julian shrieked and made the light bulbs explode above them. "How could you let this man take my stuff from me!"

Sam was nervous and ran the hell out of there. This was his chance to finally get out of this hell hole, or at least he hoped. What surprised him the most was the son was the cause of all this. He's the one seeking revenge, not the father. The father has just been tied to him because of the doll and how they were brutally murdered together. Otherwise, he'd most likely be in the afterlife. The son was upset that everything ended so quickly, that one murderer changed his life forever. Julian didn't get his way. Sam sprinted through the store as the windows combusted and spat glass at him. He shielded his eyes and tried to go faster, but failed. All of the windows were shattering and the lights were exploding as he went underneath them. He turned the corner into a room and searched frantically for a clown doll.

The only problem: the whole room was filled with clown dolls.

Sam got a lighter and set them all on fire after spraying salt and gasoline all over them. He didn't realize how easy it was to access these things in an alternate universe that it almost seemed too easy. Maybe that's how Alice felt all the time. He backed away and admired the view of his worst nightmare being devoured by the flames. The cackling flames burned everything in its path. Nothing seemed more calm than in that moment of silence.

A hand placed itself on his shoulder and Sam jerked around. Barney was standing there, ignoring the screams of the damned coming from outside the room. The sorrow look in his eyes seemed to have an impact on Sam. He knew how Barney felt. Doomed. Doomed, but somehow still safe. "Thank you," Barney stated as he smiled slightly. "You set us free." With that, he set up a portal and pushed Sam through it before he could say another word.

Sam rolled on the cold, hard cement and hit a wall. He groaned and heard Dean and Angel come into contact with the ground as well. A headache began to form in Sam's head; his lungs hurt from inhaling the smoke from the fire. He rolled over to see Angel in the fetal position, eyes shut as she clutched her legs to her chest. She opened her eyes after a few moments and cried out in pure joy.

Dean set his forehead against the floor and almost kissed it. Tears streamed down his face and continued without a pause. He whispered silent prayers to himself as his chest heaved to get some air into his lungs. "Is that ghost dead? Because I will kill it a third time if I'm able to."

Sam stated quietly, "It's over."

The car ride back home was the quietest they had been around each other in their lives. No music poured out from the speakers of the Impala and no one spoke. All three of them kept their eyes focused on something else, not attempting to glance at one another. The emotional trauma swept through the car in waves, almost breaking their mentalities. All they had to do was stay together and not fall apart.

Angel opened the door to the house and her jaw hit the floor. Her eyes widened at the sight and took two steps inside so the boys could see the monstrosity in front of them. A mountain of candy wrappers was piled in the center of the room and maniacal laughter emanated off of the walls; the lamp was on the floor and the table was flipped over; picture frames were cracked; one of the couch cushions was resting on top of the ceiling fan. Alice was gobbling every piece of candy she could up. Her red hair was messy and in a bun with pieces of sticky candy in it. Her blue eyes were filled with so much energy that her irises almost looked white. Gabriel was bouncing off of the walls with his wings out and set up as a show for the world to see. He was the one who was laughing and couldn't stop. Cas sat cross-legged on the floor against the wall, watching his shaking hands and asked, "Dean, why are my hands shaking so terribly? Why do I feel so tingly? I can't control my heart rate!"

Dean and Angel yelled simultaneously, "Damn it, Cas, we left you in charge!" They both glared at each other and growled underneath their breaths.

Dean started scolding the trio. "You could have picked anything, literally, anything better to do with the time you had. Instead, you chose to eat nearly a hundred pounds of candy." He stopped and thought about it for a second. Dean smirked slightly and turned to Angel and Sam, "Actually, I would've done the same if given the chance."

Sam rolled his eyes and asked, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know what to do," Dean admitted. He leaned up against the wall and took in the scene.

"I know how to calm them down." Angel snatched the last piece of candy from Alice's clammy hands. Alice glared at her with such an intensity that it would have fried Angel if she had heat vision. Alice's eye twitched and she jumped up quickly to reach for it. Angel stood up on the couch and stated, "Guys, I have the last piece of candy." All the attention was on her and the room fell silent. Gabriel fell to the floor and picked himself up, ready to dive for it. Castiel got up from his spot and slowly made his way over to the group. Their eyes looked deprived of sugar, even though they were all on a high. It was like they were sugar addicts and needed another fix. Angel threw it into the air and all three dove for it. All that could be heard was them yelling, "Mine!" They were like the pigeons in the movie Finding Nemo.

In the first ten seconds, Castiel knocked Alice out when he reached for the candy in her hands. He halted and a shocked look rose on his face. "Oh my father, I'm so sorry!" Gabriel seized the opportunity and punched Cas, rendering him unconscious. He yanked the lollipop out of his hands, took the wrapper off, and sucked on it contently on the couch.

Angel chuckled, "See? They took matters into their own hands." Sam and Dean nodded in unison an walked upstairs to their rooms. Angel knew what had happened impacted all three of them. All they needed was time to cool down.

A few days had passed since the incident. Gabriel stood at the front door as everyone gathered around him. "We're really gonna miss you," Dean stated as he hugged him.

Gabriel exhaled in content, "I know, Deano, I'm the life of the party you guys have going on here."

Castiel scoffed and questioned, "Where are you going to go now?"

Gabriel's eyes wandered around the room on purpose before he focused on his baby brother. "I, uh, have a kid that lives around here. I was going to go see him for the first time, but chickened out and came here after I noticed you were here."

"You? Chicken out? That certainly isn't a first," Sam rolled his eyes, referring to the past.

"I'm not liking the sarcasm in your voice, Mr. Winchester," Gabriel remarked. He stood up straighter and adjusted his outfit nervously. "The boy is troubled, which is partly why I'm visiting him. I'm going to lead him down the path of righteousness and make things right."

Sam thought of the first time him and Dean met Adam. Adam was a good kid, someone who their father tried to do right with. If Gabriel's kid was anything like Adam, Sam sure as hell wanted him to go down a good path. A path that Adam never had the chance to have. Now, Adam was in hell with no way out, locked in a cage with Lucifer and his brother Michael. "Take care, Gabriel," Sam stated as he hugged him.

"I will." He looked over at the Montgomery sisters and smirked widely. "Now I need a hug from my two new favorite girls!" Both hesitated before going over to hug him simultaneously. He pulled them in tightly, knocking the breath out of both of them. Castiel shot daggers at Gabriel with his eyes as his hand trailed farther and farther down Alice's back. Alice figured out what he was doing and backed away. She grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back. Gabriel chuckled to himself, "Damn. I tried." He left soon after, leaving all of them to their own thoughts.