"Baby!"

Sam charges at you, covered in confetti, his little nose bright red and what looked like dried tear tracks on his cheeks. He's on you in an instant, hiding his face in your shoulder as if he could disappear into you. Dean was giggling close by, about to tease Sam for crying over being chased and harassed by a bunch of clowns when you give him a look that shuts him up. Sam was shaking.

"Sammy, it's okay."

You whisper, rubbing his back gently.

"Everything's over. We fixed it. You're okay."

Sam is still tense, but he relaxes, wet kisses starting to pepper against your exposed neck.

"I just wanna go get dinner."

He murmurs weakly, his hair rubbing against your cheek.

"I need you."

You smile a bit at his words, gently pushing his hair away from his face.

"We can do whatever you want. In fact, I think we should leave Dean here and have him clean up all this mess and go get pie all by ourselves."

You tease, knowing Dean was fuming at your words. Sure enough, a loud scoff sounds right next to you and Dean yanks his car keys out of his pocket.

"Last time I checked, I've got the damn car. So I'm getting pie too."

He heads off to Baby, leaving you and Sam alone. Sam had a tiny smile on his face now, pulling back a little so you could both follow Dean.

"I won a slinky."

He whispers, handing you a multicolored slinky in a worn out box. Sam seemed kind of proud of himself about it though, which you found endearing.