You'd been hunting with the Winchesters off and on since you were a teenager. A year and a half ago you were on a hunt with Sam while Dean did a salt and burn the next town over. A couple of beers and some relaxed nerves had you and Sammy confessing your feelings. You hadn't left their sides since. And now the three of you, plus Cas, had the bunker. A home. It was an odd concept you still struggled to get used to sometimes.

Currently, you were stretched out on the bed beside Sam. You were reading while he searched for a new case. He sighed heavily and sat his laptop aside before raking his hands through his hair.

"Nothing?" you asked, laying your book on the table beside you.

He shook his head and scooted down in the bed so his face was even with yours. One of his hands settled on your stomach while the other propped up his head. "Part of me is thrilled because it means I can stay here with you, the rest of me doesn't trust it."

Your only answer was a smile as you carded your fingers through his hair. It had been quiet lately, unusually so. Something was building, you were all sure of it, but damned if you could do anything about it. Sam leaned forward and kissed you. You giggled as he continued in your direction until you were on your back and he hovered over you. "Hello," he said with a grin.

"Hello," you answered, your voice soft as you returned his smile. This was your favorite Sam. This lovey, quiet, carefree Sam. You didn't get to see much of him, so you took advantage when you did.

He leaned forward and kissed you again. His tongue swept along your bottom lip requesting entrance. You opened your mouth to tangle your tongue with his as his hand eased the hem of your shirt up. His fingers teased along the bare flesh of your hip and you sucked in a breath at the ticklish movement.

"I found a case!" Dean exclaimed as he hurried into Sam's room. Both of you jerked in surprise and Sam rolled over to glare at his brother. "What?" the elder Winchester asked with a grin that told you he knew exactly what.

He tossed an article he'd printed off to Sam.

Sam's eyes scanned the article and his mouth set into a firm line. "No."

"What do you mean no?" Dean asked. "You can't just say no."

"No, Dean. Look I did it again. You're just doing this to screw with me."

Your brow furrowed in confusion and you snatched the paper from Sam's hand. You ignored the two of them bickering as you read through the article. Four college students had been found on campus with their throats slit. A clown had been spotted carrying a large knife around the time of one of the incidents. You pressed your lips together.

Seeing that you had finished reading, Dean turned his attention to you. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think we should at least check it out." You shrugged when Sam turned to look at you.

"Traitors. You're both traitors."

***

The three of you had been hanging around the college for almost a week now. It was evident there was something bizarre going on around campus, but as of yet the three of you hadn't pinned it down.

"Hey, Y/N, check this out," Dean said with a gesture to the screen in front of him.

You scanned through the article which described the death of a co-ed on the same campus a decade ago. Throat slit and left to bleed out. Three days passed before she was found. "Sounds like you found our culprit, Dean. Nice job."

You glanced at the time. Sam should be getting back to the motel soon. He was posing as a student on campus. You had as well though you didn't actually attend any classes. There was only so far you were willing to go.

"If so, where does the clown fit in?" There had been more sightings of the clown around campus but they hadn't been caught.

"I don't think it does. I think it's some idiot thinking he's funny." You pulled out your notebook and flipped to the page where you had entered the information about the sightings. "He's shown up half a dozen times over the last two weeks. Every time, there was a crowd. He'd scare the shit out of people and disappear. My bet is he takes off the mask and blends in with the rest of the fleeing teenagers."

Dean shrugged. "Makes sense. So how do you want to handle this, sweetheart?"

"Take Sam and salt and burn our co-ed. I'll take care of the clown. I realize he's not supernatural but sometimes people just need to be taught a lesson. They're having a party at Kappa Phi tonight to celebrate mid-terms or something."

He frowned. "Be careful. Humans are bigger assholes than the monsters sometimes."

***

The campus had put a curfew into effect after the second body had been found. No one was allowed on campus after dark. Night classes were cancelled. Obviously, not everyone adhered to the directive or you wouldn't have two more dead bodies on your hands.

Technically Greek row was not part of the campus so the students you were watching stumble around weren't in violation of the curfew. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you strolled down the street, scanning the shadows around you as you went. You had been wandering the neighborhood for an hour but never strayed far from the party. If the clown was going to make an appearance, it would be there.

Sure enough it was only a few moments later when you heard screaming coming from the sorority. You cut across a couple of yards and thanked your luck when you emerged feet from the fleeing clown. He was looking over his shoulder and didn't notice you at all. Which was unfortunate for him when you landed a solid roundhouse kick to his head.

He dropped to the ground with a groan. "What the hell?" he moaned as he rocked back and forth.

His horrific clown mask had been knocked askew allowing you to see the kid underneath. You leaned over the top of him and pressed the barrel of your gun under his chin. "It's not nice to scare people, dipshit."

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Please don't kill me. Please. It's not real. It's all fake. Even the knife isn't real. I swear to God. Check it out just please don't kill me."

You rolled your eyes as you plucked his rubber knife from the ground with your free hand before yanking the mask from his head as well. "What's your name?" you asked. It was hard to maintain a firm tone when all you wanted to do was laugh your ass off at how terrified this idiot was.

"What?"

"Tell me your name, douchebag," you growled and pressed the nose of the gun more firmly against his skin.

"Hank Monroe. Oh God, it's Hank Monroe. Just don't kill me."

By this point Hank was sobbing and you were fairly certain he'd pissed his pants. "This shit is done. I catch wind of any more psycho clowns around here, I'm coming after you Hank Monroe. You understand?"

"Yes. I understand. Thank you." He grasped hold of your leg as he praised your forgiving nature. You kicked him away and he curled up in a ball. You left him there whimpering as you headed back toward the motel. You sent Dean a text as you walked letting him know you were on your way. Their salt and burn was finished and evidently a success. You smiled and told Dean to make sure Sammy was unarmed when he answered the door.

***

You pounded on the door when you arrived back at the motel. "Come on, guys. Let me in. I forgot my key."

"I'm coming, Babe," you heard Sammy answer as you stood just out of the line of sight for the peep hole.

The door swung open and Sam was looking back at Dean instead of at you. Dean grinned and Sam turned around to see what was so amusing. Instead, he was faced with his worst nightmare. A demonic clown with a knife. You would think a seasoned hunter like Sam Winchester would attack when faced with such a threat but no.

What Sam Winchester did was scream. You were certain he reached a pitch that rivaled any you had ever made even when you were a little girl. His face contorted in horror as he jumped backward, his hands flying up to ward of the attack from vicious entity that had just invaded his room. He scrambled up on the bed until his back was plastered against the wall.

All of this happened in seconds that felt like eons. And once Sam could think properly, once he was no longer operating on pure fight or flight, he realized that his brother and the clown were laughing hysterically. He'd know that laugh anywhere.

"Y/N?" he asked, betrayal heavy in his tone.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," you said between breaths as you pulled the mask from your head. "I had to."

"His face," Dean sputtered out which set him off on a new round of laughter.

Sam climbed down from his perch and scowled at both of you. "It's not funny."

You grinned and plopped down on the end of the bed. "See, you say that but clearly it was because we're still laughing."

Sam's eyes narrowed as he stared you down. "Fine. If that's how you want to play. That's how we'll play. I wonder if I could get Cas to bring me the biggest spider in the world?"

You froze as you looked wide-eyed at your boyfriend. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, sweetheart," he answered, flashing you a grin full of evil intentions.