Sam Winchester hardly ever showed fear, especially a debilitating amount of it. But, having been friends for so long and hunting together, you had come to the conclusion that the man despised clowns with every fibre of his being.

And, such is the Winchester luck, he found himself on a case with you, fighting said clown.

And you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the sight of him covered in glitter, even if he was shaking in fear and giving you the hardest death stare you’d ever seen.

“It’s not funny. It’s terrifying,” He grumbles, much like a petulant child.