Sam was much clingier than usual for some reason. He'd been two inches from you all damn day, refusing to do anything on his own and holding your hand at every opportunity. Dean had ditched you guys at the local fair in search of crappy food, leaving you and Sam to fend for yourselves on finding info about a disappearing clown. You walk around a bit, noticing Sam's silence.

"What's wrong?"

You frown, glancing up at Sam. He looked nervous, his large hands shoved into his jean pockets and his big hazel eyes trained on only you and the ground.

"I just…I don't like..uhm.."

Sam bites his lip, looking at you with puppy eyes. You stay quiet for him, letting him work up the courage to talk to you.

"I'm scared of clowns."

He whispers, almost ashamed of himself.