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clowns

Sam had never been a fan of clowns. Something about their painted faces and exaggerated expressions made him uneasy. But he had always tried to keep his fear hidden from Dean, knowing that his older brother would never let him live it down.

That was until they found themselves investigating a series of murders at a carnival. Sam tried to keep his cool, but as soon as they entered the main tent, he felt his heart rate increase and his palms start to sweat.

"What's the matter with you, Sammy?" Dean asked, smirking at his brother's obvious discomfort.

Sam tried to play it off. "Nothing, I'm fine. Let's just do what we came here to do."

But as they walked through the carnival grounds, Sam couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him. Every time he saw a clown, he felt his chest tighten and his breathing become shallow.

Dean noticed his brother's distress but didn't seem to care. "What's the matter, Sammy? Scared of a little face paint?"

Sam tried to ignore him, but Dean's teasing only made things worse. By the time they made it back to their motel room, Sam was on edge and close to a panic attack.

Dean didn't seem to notice, too busy cracking jokes about the clowns they had seen. But as Sam's breathing became more labored and his hands shook, Dean finally realized that something was wrong.

"Hey, Sam. You okay?" he asked, his tone softening.

Sam shook his head, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "No, Dean. I'm not okay. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do."

Dean's expression softened, and he put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be brave all the time."

Sam felt a wave of relief wash over him at Dean's words. He had always felt like he had to be the strong one, but Dean was telling him that it was okay to be scared.

They sat down on the couch, and Dean pulled Sam close to him, wrapping his arms around his younger brother. Sam buried his face in Dean's chest, feeling safe and protected.

"You know, Sammy," Dean said, his voice low. "I used to be scared of clowns too. When we were kids, I had this nightmare that a clown was trying to kill me."

Sam looked up at his brother, surprised. He had never known that Dean shared his fear.

"But you know what I did?" Dean continued. "I faced my fear head-on. I went to the circus and watched the clowns, and eventually, I wasn't scared anymore."

Sam felt a flicker of hope at Dean's words. Maybe he could overcome his fear too.

But for now, he was content to be held by his brother, safe from the world outside. And as they sat there, Sam knew that he didn't have to be strong all the time. He had Dean to lean on.