Sam hated this stupid job. He had a horrible fear of clowns, the sight of those horrible creatures sends a shiver down his spine. That's why this job is his own personal hell. He's at a carnival, surrounded by clowns. He winces every single time he spots one.

Ugh. The sooner he finishes this job, the better. Dean didn't share the same opinion. He found his brothers fear amusing. The brothers hunted goddamn monsters, dozens of creatures worse than clowns, yet Sam was afraid of a harmless clown?

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean made another stupid remark. The two split up. Thank God, Sam thought. He was getting tired of Dean's teasing. He wasn't paying attention as he was walking, only being able to think about the horrible clowns all over the carnival. He doesn't notice the girl walking in front of him until he runs into her. His shoulder collides with hers.

"Shit! I'm so sorry," He says quickly, his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.