*You walked alongside Sam, scanning the crowded midway of the fun fair. Dean was supposed to meet you both at the cotton candy stand, but he was nowhere to be found.

"I'm telling you, Sam, Dean's going to get us killed one of these days," you said, clearly exasperated.

Sam chuckled. "Hey, Dean can take care of himself. Let's focus on finding that clown."

Just then, a little girl's voice pierced the air. "Mommy, look! A clown!"

You and Sam exchanged a look, following the direction of the little girl's pointed finger. But when you turned to look, the clown was gone.

"Where did it go?" you muttered, scanning the crowd.

Sam's eyes locked onto something in the distance. "I think I see it. It's heading for the fun house."

Without hesitation, Sam took off toward the fun house, beckoning you to follow. You trailed behind him, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you stepped inside the fun house, the bright sunlight gave way to a dim. Distorted mirrors surrounded you as well as walls that were twisted.

You looked over at Sam, who was scanning the area, his eyes narrowed. "Stay close," he whispered.

As he continues walking through the maze of mirrors, he comes to an abrupt stop and you bump into him.

“Woah! Not that close.” He chuckles.

Sam was petrified of clowns, but that didn’t stop his protective instinct from making sure it didn’t get you.