Chapter 5

A Bad Day at Pluckys

It just dawned on me that I never uploaded the last chapter of this fic. I'm terribly sorry about this. I wasn't exactly motivated since I didn't have a lot of reviews and life kind of got in the way. So, here is the final chapter.

"Sam, Sammy..." Dean shook his brother, trying to get him awake. He wasn't too worried about his brother going stiff, but when Sammy started to have trouble breathing, he knew he had to take action. "Come on, wake up." And just like that, Sam's eyes shot open and he took a big gulp of air followed by several deep breaths. Dean thought he saw hand prints on his neck, so he quickly flicked on the bedside lamp and looked Sam over. To his surprise, there were none. He must have been seeing things. "You ok, Sammy?" He asked. "What happened?"

Sam tried to sit up. He looked around, a little dazed, before his eyes settled on Dean. He raised a hand, resting it on Dean's arm. It was more so to reassure himself that he was really awake than for any other reason. "Dean? Oh god..." His breathing finally began to normalize.

"Sammy, what's going on?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. "I think I was having some kind of nightmare or memory maybe." His other hand reached up and rubbed the back of his head. Man was it sore.

"A memory?" Dean wasn't sure what that meant.

He finally let go of Dean, his hands falling to his lap. "Dean, do you remember that week when I was twelve or thirteen, when those kids beat me up outside that one Pluckys?"

"Of course I remember." Dean replied, not really wanting to think about the incident. He still harbored a little guilt over what happened to Sammy that day. "That was the last time you ever went to a Pluckys and once you were healed enough you started sparring a lot more with Dad and I."

"Yeah, so I could better protect myself." Sam added.

"Well, whatever the reason, it sure made Dad happy." Dean shot back. There was a time when Sam rebelled against hunting and fought against all the training their Dad had them doing. Hell, there were a lot of times like that with Sammy, but after getting attacked by those kids he decided to buckle down on the sparring and hand to hand combat training. "Why are you bringing that up?"

"I never really remembered what happened." He said back.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, you had a pretty good concussion and the doc said you might not remember the incident or even the few days leading up to it." He stopped and thought for a second, putting a few puzzle pieces together in his head. "Is this what you were dreaming about? That day at Plucky's?"

"Dean, I..." Sam really wasn't sure how to word the next part. "Is there any chance it wasn't just kids that beat me up?"

"I don't know, Sammy." Dean replied. "Dad was the one that found you."

Sam was immediately drawn back into the dream. Memory? Whatever it was. His Dad came at the last second and shot the clown before the clown could... "Oh god..."

"What?" Sam had a look of terror all of a sudden and it worried Dean.

Sam gulped and let out a shakey breath. "I think after Cas broke my wall, I started remembering things and not just things from hell or my time without a soul." Maybe Lucifer was right about his Dad not telling him everything about that day. The memory of it seemed as real as all of his other memories.

"Things like what?" Dean wondered.

"Things that may have been forgotten due to a simple head injury." Sam explained. "I don't think I was attacked by kids that day." Dean gave him a curious look so he continued. "I vaguely remember being at a carnival when I was younger where there were some clowns, but I have never really been able to pinpoint any exact moment when my dislike of clowns turned into an all out fear."

"So it happened at that carnival or whatever." Dean speculated. He wasn't sure which carnival it was, but they hadn't been to a lot of carnivals over the years that he could remember.

"No, I don't think so." Sam shook his head. He looked up at his brother. "I think there was something else that happened, something more traumatic. I think a clown assaulted me that one day at pluckys."

Dean looked at him in disbelief. "Sammy, Dad said..."

He cut his brother off angrily, fist clenching. "I know what Dad said..." He trailed off and took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that."

"Sam..." Dean tried to interject.

"No, I remember a clown and he dragged me out of pluckys kicking and screaming. He was...he was going to..." Sam wasn't sure he could say it out loud.

"Going to what?" Dean pried worriedly.

Sam let out a deep shaky breath. "He was going to rape me."

"What?" Dean almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Dad stopped it though." Sam could see the worry and shock on Dean's face. "Dad shot the thing."

"Wait..." Dean shot up from the bed and paced a few times before he faced his brother again. "That day you were in the ER, a clown was brought in. Paramedics said something about a gun shot wound. I asked Dad if he knew anything about it and he said he didn't know anything about any clowns. Said you were just attacked by some kids that he'd had to scare off, but that he never got a look at any of their faces."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "You don't think Dad would have lied about something like this do you?" He asked.

"Of course not, Sammy. Dad would never..." He trailed off, knowing that what he was about to say was complete nonsense. His father had lied before, so it wasn't a stretch to assume he'd lied about the Plucky incident. The real question was not if he lied, but why he would have lied. "Ok, maybe he might lie, but he usually only did it to protect us."

"Is that what he was doing when he neglected to tell me about the demon blood? Or about Yellow Eyes plans for me?" Sam huffed, a bit of anger in his tone of voice. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Hell, maybe Dad knew all those years ago that I was Lucifur's vessel." He immediately regretted those last words. "I didn't mean that. I'm just frustrated and want to know the truth."

Dean sat next to Sam again. "Look, maybe it was wrong of Dad to keep some of that stuff from you, but we can't go back and change any of that." He said, trying not to let what Sam said anger him. He's always been a little defensive of their father. He knows the man did the best he could raising the two of them, even if Sam didn't always think so. "So I say we just move on, let the past stay in the past."

Sam shot him a look. "But what about this clown thing?"

Dean let out a sigh. "Even if this dream or whatever you had is real, it's still in the past."

"So, I should just let it go?" He asked. He wasn't sure if he could do that.

"Well, not exactly." Dean said. "Maybe just stop letting this whole clown thing have control over you. I mean, you've never handled being around clowns well, but you faced the devil and won. You've faced hordes of demons and angels. Clowns are kind of small fry in comparison don't you think?"

Sam thought about it for a minute. Maybe Dean was right. "I guess a clown's better than Lucifer." He finally said.

'Awe, Sammy...' Lucifer cooed in Sam's head. 'if you'd just give me a chance, you'd learn I'm really not so bad...' Sam huffed and shoved off from the bed, blankets falling in a heap on the floor. 'Come on, you'll grow to love me. I promise.'

Dean noticed a small change in his brother as he quickly clamored off the bed. It was almost as if his brother was annoyed or trying to get a way from something. "You ok there, Sammy?" He asked.

Sam turned to Dean ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Yeah, I'm just tired."

"Maybe we should get back to sleep." He suggested to his younger brother. He wasn't even sure if Sam would be able to sleep again after his nightmare, but he thought he'd suggest it anyways.

"I'm not sure I can sleep now." Sam said as he stifled a yawn. Between his nightmare about clowns and Lucifer hounding his waking and sleeping hours, he knew sleep wouldn't come to him again...not easily anyways.

Dean scooted back on Sam's bed, leaning against the head board. "Well, I guess we better find something to watch then." He patted the bed next to him. "Cause if you ain't sleeping, I probably won't either."

Sam gave a half smile and moved over to the other side of the bed, sitting next to his brother. "Sorry..."

He eyed Sammy. "Hey, you've got nothing to be sorry for." He said as he reached for the remote and flicked the tv on. "So, what'll it be..." He flipped through the stations. "An infomercial for flex seal?" He flipped again. "Commercials..." Flip. "Cheers..." He looked at Sam again, but didn't get a response so he flipped again. "Ah, Dukes of Hazzard."

A small smile crept across Sam's face as he saw the General Lee flying over a hill. He remembered watching this show with Dean a lot when they were kids. It was one of his brother's favorites.

The General Lee pulled up to The Dixie, where Daisy Duke was leaning against the jeep waiting. "Ah, Catherine Bach, my first crush." Dean said with glee. He spent many childhood nights dreaming about her in those short shorts.

Sam let out a quick laugh. "I thought the General Lee was your first crush?"

Dean shook his head. "No, no...that was my first car crush." He clarified for Sammy and then teased "Who was your first crush, Barbara Streisand?"

"Haha, no..." Sam replied.

"So, who was it?" Dean begged to know.

"Forget it, I'm not saying." Sam crossed his arms in defiance.

"Oh, come on." Dean urged. "I promise not to make fun of you."

"Fine," Sam huffed. "It's Carrie Fischer."

"Seriously?" Dean sounded surprised.

"You promised you wouldn't make fun of me, Dean." He shot back, regretting instantly that he'd told his brother.

Dean shook his head. "Hey, I'm not making fun of you. I'm just surprised." He pictured Carrie Fischer in Star Wars. He remembered not really being into the movies all that much, but Sammy made him watch them and when he saw her in Return of the Jedi, he was instantly smitten with her. "She was a fox in Return of the Jedi. That gold bikini...oh yes..."

Sam nudged Dean in his side. "Get your head out of the gutter. You can think about that bikini when you're in the shower later."

"Oh, you bet I will, bitch." Dean shot back playfully.

Sam grinned and said "Jerk" as they both bumped shoulders. The show continued on while they watched the rest of it in silence. Eventually, they both nodded off into a dreamless sleep and stayed asleep until well into the next morning.

That night, that was when Sam Winchester was quite certain of where his fear of clowns came from. He may not have been actually violated that night by the clown, but for a normal person living some apple pie life, it would be enough to make them fearful. Hell, it had made him fearful. Thinking long and hard about his fear of clowns, though he realized that they weren't the scariest thing out there. He'd actually been violated and he remembered each time with crystal clear clarity...thanks to the devil. There were no clowns involved. Just an angry pair of angels who were mad because their destined fight was canceled at the last second. He'd been through a hell of a lot in his life and clowns, they should have been the least of his worries. There were bigger threats in the world and he needed to focus on those instead. And that's just what he'd do, as long as he had his brother fighting alongside him. Together, they could get each other through anything.