Author's Note: Hi everyone! Hope you're doing well! Tonight's prompt is from SamWin98 who asked for, "so what about, Sam and Dean on a Titanic? You know, a giant, sinking boat. AND there'd be some kinda killer clown, also, for some reason trying to kill Sammy." This definitely one of the most challenging prompts I've received as it brought together two totally different ideas and meshed them together. Still, I enjoyed the challenge and I love the way it came out! I didn't put Dean on the ship though and I hope that's okay. I promise there is a good reason for it later in the chapter! Let's set this in season 2 somewhere? Please enjoy!

"You know what your problem is, Sammy? You're way too serious!" The Trickster smirked from his perch on the railing of the ship. "You need to lighten up."

"Where's Dean?" He ground out, furious and wishing he could just kill the Trickster right here and now, but knowing that he couldn't. It had taken Dean and until Sam got his brother back, he wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks.

"God, you two really are brothers! He asked me the same thing about you." He exclaimed, eyes rolling. The sea breeze picked up speed and Sam could taste the salt on his lips. In any other situation, being on a luxury cruise ship in the somewhere in the Pacific would've thrilled him. He'd always loved the water, especially the ocean. There was something magical about it—how it made all your problems seem insignificant in comparison to it. Many times, he had gone to the beach just to think and stare out at the vast blue sea. "You know," The Trickster spun around on the railing and met Sam's gaze. "You should really be thanking me."

"Why's that?" Sam challenged, eyebrow raised.

"It's a free vacation!" He shouted. "I mean, when else would you get to do this?" The Trickster had a point, but that didn't matter to Sam. Vacation or not, he wanted his brother back at his side. He needed Dean with him. How could the Trickster even imply that Sam could enjoy this without his brother?

"What did you do with Dean?" The Trickster sighed and carded a hand through his hair.

"You try and do something nice for a guy and look what it gets you . . ." His voice trailed off and he shook his head before jumping onto the main deck. "Fine, here's what I'll do. If you can make it off this boat in the next 10 minutes in one piece, I'll take you to your brother."

"What happens in 10—?"

"Never mind that," The Trickster interjected. "Do we have a deal?" Sam pondered it for a few seconds, but knew his decision almost immediately. Who knew where Dean was and what the Trickster had done to him! If all Sam had to do was get off the ship, well he could handle that.

He could handle anything for Dean.

"Deal."

With a grin, the Trickster snapped his fingers and disappeared.

And that was when the ship's engines exploded.

It became pretty obvious that the Trickster's 10-minute challenge was the amount of time Sam had before the ship sank. Around him people frantically ran, calling for other family members while crewmembers tried to maintain a sense of order. The youngest Winchester was pretty sure this wasn't reality—he had to be caught in one of the Trickster's illusions—but he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for all the crying passengers.

Get a move on, Sam!

Dean's voice filled his mind and Sam steeled himself. He had to get off this boat to save Dean. He had to do it! Glancing around, he saw that the lifeboats had been quickly overwhelmed. He wouldn't be getting out that way and the front of the ship was currently burning thanks to the Trickster's explosion. As he was contemplating his options, peals of familiar laughter filed the night sky and Sam spun around to see the Trickster standing before him.

"Seven minutes, Sam." He smiled sinisterly. "And you not panicking is bringing down my mood, you know? I think we need to spice things up some more!" With that, he vanished once more and left a very confused Winchester in his wake.

"Dammit, think." He mumbled to himself. He could always jump off the railing, but if this wasn't an illusion . . .

He was about to take a step towards the lifeboats when the clown suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Fear coursed through Sam's veins and he felt frozen. God, this couldn't be happening, not again, not after the last time! With a sinister smile and a butcher's knife in his hand, the clown charged.

Sam fled.

There were only so many places you could hide on a sinking ship while alternatively trying to figure how to get off said ship without being killed. Currently, Sam had managed to ditch the clown by running through the throngs of people at the lifeboats. He was the other side of the ship and he glanced down at the choppy waves. He had bought himself a few precious seconds to think. How could he get off this sinking ship in one piece?

"Aw, look at him trying to concentrate!" The Trickster exclaimed mockingly, but Sam didn't deign to look at him. "Oh, don't tell me your mad! C'mon Sammy, I never said I would make this fair—"

"My name is Sam!" He spat, whirling on the Trickster, eyes filled with rage and sheer hate. He had never wanted to kill a supernatural being more than he wanted to kill the Trickster in that moment. If only he had the right weapons—

"Touchy," The Trickster retorted. "Well, three minutes then. Better get back to work." He disappeared right as the clown made his grand reappearance. Laughing sinisterly, the clown's hand with the knife shot out and Sam managed to dodge it. He attempted to disarm his greatest foe, but the clown was faster than he gave it credit for and the knife suddenly buried itself in his shoulder. Biting back a cry of pain, Sam pulled the knife out and used his remaining strength to stab the clown through the heart. With one final chuckle of laughter, it turned into a pile of dust. Relieved, Sam knew he had only once chance to get off this boat alive—he had to jump. Maybe the fall would kill him, maybe not, but he had to try and this was his only option. Blood dripping onto the deck, he managed to pull himself over the railing.

This could be it. He could die here.

Eyes closed, he let himself fall, thinking of only one person.

Dean.

"Sam, son? Can you hear me?"

He awoke to Bobby hovering above him, the gruff hunter's concerned eyes scanning him. What was Bobby doing though? Was Dean—?

Dean. The Trickster. The boat. Falling into the ocean—

Instantly, he was up and flailing.

"Dean!" He called, voice hoarse. His gaze darted around the motel room but his brother was nowhere to be seen. Panic settled in Sam's stomach. Had the Trickster not upheld his half of the bargain? And if he hadn't, where was Dean now? Was he hurt or worse—?

"Sam, hey," Bobby's strong arms pushed him back down and Sam winced slightly at the pain that flared up in his shoulder. Shooting a quick glance to his left, Sam could see a white bandage covering his skin. So, he had gotten off the ship albeit with the injuries he sustained on it. "Relax, Dean just went to go get some more medicine." As soon as the words were out of Bobby's mouth, Dean returned. Seeing Sam awake and alert, he dropped the medicine on the table and sprinted over to his brother, even managing to forget to close the door.

"Sammy, you okay?" Sam stared up at his older brother with confused hazel eyes.

"What happened?" He managed to ask finally.

"The Trickster," Bobby supplied, having risen from his seat to close the door. "Found you two boys and it took you, Sam. After you were gone for a day, Dean called me to help search."

"Took me?" The youngest Winchester echoed. That couldn't be right. "No, it took Dean."

"Me?" Dean repeated, shock lacing his features. "It didn't take me."

"I don't understand." Sam mumbled, hopelessly confused.

"It did something to you, Sammy," Dean continued on with Bobby's recap. "We found you in this abandoned house. You were practically comatose." The eldest Winchester's eyes flashed darkly as hidden pain resurfaced. If Sam had been in Dean shoes—if he had not been able to wake Dean up—he knew that he wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"So, what was it?" Sam inquired.

"Far as I could tell, some sort of spell," Bobby answered, returning to Sam's beside. "It kept you locked in whatever illusion the Trickster was showing you while also giving you any injuries you suffered there."

"That's why my shoulder . . ." He let his voice trail off as comprehension dawned his foggy mind.

"Scared the shit out of us," Dean remarked softly. "You just started bleeding and—" Sam nodded his head and placed a weak hand on his brother's arm, offering silent comfort.

"How'd you break the spell?" Sam questioned.

"We didn't," Bobby muttered. "There's no counter spell."

Do we have a deal?

The Trickster must've upheld his half of the bargain then. With a weary sigh, Sam felt his eyelids droop. Stubbornly, he fought to keep them open, only for Dean to say to him, "Go to sleep, Sammy."

"Not tired." Sam mumbled, despite the waves of exhaustion hitting him full force.

"Stubborn kid." Bobby remarked fondly.

"Yeah," Dean replied. "But I think I'll keep him." That made Bobby chuckle dryly.

"Can hear you." Sam interjected.

"Sammy, seriously," His older brother began in his most soothing tone. "There's nothing to see here. Get some rest."

"Promise you won't go anywhere?" It was a childish thing to ask, but the fear he had felt of Dean being missing had been real. He had thought for a few seconds that he was all alone—that Dean had been hurt or worse. So what if that made him come across as a girl? He needed his brother's presence—he had to know that there was someone watching his back.

His older brother just laughed dryly before slipping his hand into Sam's and squeezing it.

"I'll be right here."

Sam just smiled before drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note: So, I hope you all enjoyed this! Please review and request if you have a moment!