Fears were never talked to much between the two of you, despite how open minded Sam really was— not that he would want to admit his fears, of course. He wasn’t headstrong but he was still somewhat prideful.

Plucky’s though. Plucky’s was his utter weakness when it came down to it. God, did he hate those clowns; the hair, the makeup,..the voice. It all came back to him as he walked through those doors, suit on along with you at his side.

When Sam was small, Dean had left him at this godforsaken place. It scarred him enough to make him hate those clowns— every clown, actually.

He swallowed thickly when one passed him on by, giggling in his face before it made its way on towards to entertain children within the play area.

Standing closer towards you, his arm would graze your own, his hazel green eyes peering down towards you to make out what your reaction was to this whole place.

“Let’s get this done—..and quick,” he mumbled, running a hand down his tan face with a sigh, pursing his lips right after as he and you waited for the woman in front to come back and answer your guys questions as the ‘F.B.I.’.