Supernatural One Shots And Imagines

Sam || Always Gotta Be Clowns

Dedicated to SnazzyBananaSnap Thanks for requesting this as well! It's a little short, and I apologize, but I hope you enjoy it!

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I place the blindfold over Sam's eyes, "Now, no peeking, okay?"

"Where are we going?" Sam chuckles.

"You'll see! You'll see! Just absolutely no peeking!"

"I'm not, (Y/N)!"

I giggle and start the car. After driving for about thirty minutes, we arrive at the special location I had selected just for Sam. He groans as I step out of the car, "Are we here yet?"

"Yes, Sam! But don't take it off yet!"

He gets out of the car and allows me to guide him through the entrance. I walk him over to the center, the loud music playing in the background.

"Where are we?"

"Are you ready?" I reach for the fold.

"I've been ready!" Sam complains.

I giggle once again and pull it over his head. His mouth drops, "Why are we here?"

Sam backs up against me, "(F/N)..."

"It's a date! What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Sam hesitates, looking around frantically.

I giggle and take his hand, "Wanna ride something?"

"Sure..." Sam replies, still checking his surroundings.

"You're acting like a werewolf is going to jump out and eat you, Sam! What's wrong? Are you afraid of heights?"

"No, I'm afraid of-"

"Hi there~" A clown purrs, walking up to us. His makeup is amazingly done.

Sam screams and runs behind me, "I'm hungry! Are you hungry? I'll take you to dinner! Right now! There's the car; let's go!"

I giggle, "You're scared of clowns! Oh, Sammy I'm sorry!"

The clown laughs, "Afraid hm~~~?"

He pets Sam's hair, "Pretty~"

Sam clenches his fists, mumbling under his breath, "If it can bleed, it can die."

"What's that, sweetheart~?"

I take Sam's hand, pulling him back to the car, "I'm so sorry, Sam! I had no idea you were afraid of-"

Sam kisses me, "You were just trying to be a good girlfriend. C'mon, let's go to lunch."

I nod, climbing into the car.

...

We arrive at McDonald's. No, it isn't fancy. But yes, it's got good fast food. I take Sam's hand, pulling him through the door. We walk past some kids to the counter.

A man walks out from behind the walls, his red wig curling into the air. Sam slams his hand against his head, "It's always gotta be clowns!"