"Yer not tellin' me what I think yer fuckin' tellin' me, are ya?" Connor MacManus asked, grinning mischievously at Sam. Despite the fact that Sam stood a good foot taller than the eldest MacManus brother, he felt himself cowed by the Irishman's crooked smile. Something in it was just extremely devious, and he did not want to invoke it any more than he already had.

"I don't think so," Sam replied uncertainly.

Dean laughed from where he lay sprawled out on the couch in Bobby's living room. "Guys, Sam has been scared of clowns since he was a kid. There's no way he's going to watch a movie about ones that kill."

"Especially after that job with the Rakshasa!" Sam exclaimed.

"Holy fuck, he wasn't kiddin'?" Murphy laughed along with his older brother. "Yer really scared o' clowns, Sammy-boy?"

Sam glared at him and just crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, we'll just have to fix that then, won't we?" Connor grinned at Murphy who nodded. Dean stared at them, frowning as they did their weird twin-telepathy shit and wishing he knew what they were planning, but when Murphy winked at him he knew it was going to be great. And it turns out that he was right, because moments later Connor and Murphy grabbed Sam before he could protest and together they somehow managed to force him down onto the couch, holding him down while he struggled to get free and screamed something about sexual assault.

"Aw, come on ya pussy!" Connor quipped, "Don't ya wanna face yer fears and be a man?"

"No!"

Dean was trying really hard not to laugh. "Sam –"

"No!"

But Murphy was already sticking the DVD into the player anyway, so it didn't make a difference. And soon enough they were all sitting on the couch – a disgruntled Sam crushed in between Connor and Murphy so they could make sure he wouldn't get away – watching a movie called Amusement. At first Sam just sat there stubbornly, refusing to be swayed by the scenes playing out on the TV screen. But as time went on he got more and more anxious until at one point he screamed and almost jumped into Connor's lap out of fright.

Connor, of course, nearly died laughing from this.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, though, everyone was admittedly staring to get a little freaked out by the movie. It was a generally-accepted fact that clowns were just fucking creepy as is, therefore covering them blood and giving them sickles didn't really help. So when a loud noise suddenly sounded from the basement, all four of them instantly jumped out of their skin, because as far as they knew they were the only ones in the house.

"What the fuck was that?" Murphy demanded, getting up to stand beside Dean.

Sam had no idea. All he knew was that if a fucking killer clown came through the door, he was going to go bat-shit insane. Pride be damned.

Refuting that possibility, Castiel suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, dripping wet and wearing an expression that was entirely too guilty to be good. Especially considering how straight-faced the angel normally was. "Dean," he said seriously, "I hope that large metallic container in the basement wasn't important?"

Dean blinked. "You mean the . . . water heater?" He felt a rock drop in his stomach. "Cas, what did you do?"

"I was only looking for Bobby's extra stash of lamb's blood."

Dean didn't really think he wanted to know why. But considering the soaking wet state Castiel was in, he came to the only obvious conclusion.

Bobby was going to kill them all.

Connor grinned. "At least it wasn't killer clowns, eh, Sammy?"

"Oh, fuck you."