I'm not Going to Eat You - Chapter 1
I am not going to eat You
Fandom - Supernatural
Pairing - none
Rating - PG13 (for now)
Warnings - None for now
Summary - Dean picks up an oddly shaped lamp at a junk yard sale. He gives it to Sam as a birthday gift. Meanwhile, kids are being found, dead, and John Winchester is on the hunt.
A/N - This is my take on how Sam became afraid of clowns. I don’t think it was as jolly a time as Dean makes it out in that clown episode. Real_Funky_Town wanted me to write this, so here’s to you, hun! Btw, Sam is 4 and Dean is 8. No Wincest and yes, this is Wee!Chesters! Please love me!
Chapter 1 - A Junk Yard Sale
Dean wasn’t surprised that the prospects of a birthday gift for Sam had come down to five dollars. It was better than the year before when he hadn’t gotten anything for his fourth birthday. Sammy was going to be five this year and Dean wanted, no, he needed to make up for it. Sam didn’t have a lot of kid stuff, like stuffed animals and the like. He didn’t have a lot of books, either, since they traveled around all the time. Though, he was always reading the Brother Grim Fairy Tales that’d been the only thing to survive the Fire. It was also the one thing that belonged to their Mother and Sam really loved that book. He didn’t get the chance to know their Mother like Dean had. Sometimes he begged Dean to tell him about her; even though Sam knew it hurt his older brother to do so. Dean still did it, but never when Dad was around. Sam had cottoned on a little and had stopped, all together. Either he knew it hurt Dean to talk about it, or Sam was learning. Winchesters never, ever, talked about their problems.
Dean glowered down at a box full of junk. They actually had a house to live in this time and the old lady who was having the garage sail was a ‘good neighbor’ - or so Uncle Bobby said. Dean wasn’t so sure though. She looked like a witch. She had a long nose with a single wart on the tip. She was going half blind and batty at the same time. She thought he was her young son, Charles, and would call him that almost all the time. She wore a pink house robe all the time with matching pink, duck slippers. Her long white hair was always braided. She was nice, when she wasn’t stuck in the past. She made them cookies all the time, and she really liked Sam. A lot.
Mrs. Alberta Frank was her name; she’d been watching Dean for the past fifteen minutes before she went inside. Dean thought she’d abandoned her garage sale when she reappeared. In her hand was a small statue. She cross the front porch and lawn to get to the table Dean stood at.
“I think its Sammy’s birthday, tomorrow,” Alberta said, her watery blue eyes tried to focus on Dean, “Give him this, it belonged to Charles. It was his favorite toy,” she sighed as if it pained her but she let it go quite easily when Dean took it from her.
The toy was of a clown. It wore semi-bright coloured clothing with a canine that looked like a hellhound, all black and scruffy with blood shot eyes. The clown’s smile was bright and shoed off a row of white teeth; thankfully, not pointed. In its hand the clown held a bundle of balloons that floated thoughtlessly above bright blue hair.
“Thank you, Mrs. Frank, I’m sure Sammy will love it,” Dean lied. No way in hell was he about to give his younger brother such an awfully evil looking thing. The kid all ready suffered from night terrors, this would just make it worse.
“Thank you, you are such a little dear,” and then Alberta was off in her own little world. Dean thanked her for the gift one last time before running off. He couldn’t find it within himself to throw it away, what if she asked about it? He’d have to ask Dad what to do. Later, though, Dad would be getting home from a legit, money paying job and he’d be stressed.
- - -
Sam was singing when Dean arrived home. Ellie was humming away in the kitchen. She was a little thing with dark mocha skin and long black hair. She’d run into John on a hunt no more than a month before and had been following them ever since. She always wanted to watch the boys when John was away and finally got the old man to agree. Sam was too young, yet, to start going to school and Dean needed some time away from being an older brother. Ellie’s bright white smile was the first thing Dean noticed as he walked into house. It was run down, with brown walls and mold growing in odd places. Ellie was doing her damndest to fight it off as best she could. She was just bringing out loafs of bread, banana, when the back door shut loudly behind Dean.
“Deeeeeeaaaaannnnnnn!!!” Sam yelled and made a beeline for his older brother. Ellie laughed as Sam launched himself into Dean’s arms, giving him the biggest hug he could.
“Where ya go?” Sam asked, he poked the tip of his thumb into his mouth.
Dean softly pulled Sam’s thumb down, they needed to break the kid of the habit; “I’ve been finding you a birthday present,” Dean replied with a huge smile.
Sam giggled; “for me?”
“Yeah, for you, silly! Who’s birthday do ya think it is?” Dean asked.
“Ellie’s!” Sam clapped his hands.
“When’s your birthday?” Dean turned to Ellie with a confused look on his face.
Ellie giggled; “Not for a while, I’m afraid, October,” she winked at Dean, “I guess Little Sammy here doesn’t know about months and days,” she explained.
“Oh,” Dean nodded, “Sammy, want to go watch cartoons?” Dean asked.
Sammy squealed, “yeah!” and he was off and running for the living room.
“Hey, Ellie...” Dean turned fully to her, “can you do something with this? Mrs. Frank down the street gave it to me for Sammy’s birthday, but, I don’t like it,” he held the clown statue up for Ellie to see.
She made a face; “If I were you I’d pitch it, no need for her to know,” Ellie said.
“I can’t do that to the old lady, can’t you find a good hiding spot for it?” Dean asked.
Ellie took the statue in her hands but held it as far away from her as possible, almost as if she were afraid it’d attack her; “I’ll see what I can do,” she promised.
“Thanks, Ellie,” Dean nodded and then followed the sounds of Sam’s laughing and the beginning show tune for “Loony Tunes”.
Ellie wiggled in disgust, the statue was weird and she hated it right off the bat, which was funny, evil things never made her so finicky. She hurried upstairs; she knew where to put it. When the Winchester’s left the house for good, she’d burn it to the ground. Her job was to protect Sam, if her boss ever found out she’d let anything happen to the little Tyke, well….she could only imagine what’d sort of torture awaited her once she arrived to report.
- - -
Ellie waited till John arrived home from work before she served up the food and took her coat to leave. “John, will you be needing me tomorrow?” she asked as she pulled her arms through the coat sleeves.
“Tommorow is my day off, hun, I’m going to be home all day,” John replied. Sam and Dean had just arrived to the kitchen from washing up and Sam gave out a loop of joy.
“We pway togeder?” he asked, hope shone bright in his puppy brown eyes and John smiled.
He swooped Sam out of Dean’s arms gently, “yeah, baby, we will,” he promised.
Ellie smiled before turning away. She couldn’t begin to care overly much about the family, not when she knew what the future would hold for them.
“Well, ya’ll have fun now, ya hear? I’ll be back on Monday at the regular time,” she gave them a wave before pulling the back door shut behind her and she was off to contact her Boss.
Dean smiled up at his Dad and Baby Brother, “So we have a three day weekend, huh?”
“What do you want to do, Dean?” John asked as he put Sam in the high chair. Sam banged on the tray as it was locked into place.
“I don’t know, let’s do something fun though,” Dean replied as he took his seat at the table. Before them was laid fried chicken, baked beans, corn bread and an apple pie was on the stove for desert.
John let Dean serve himself as he pulled the chicken into bite sized pieces for Sam, who went between eating with his fingers and using utensils.
Dinner was fill was laughter from Sam and chatter from Dean. John listened and replied at all the right moments, all the while marveling at how far his boys had come from being quiet after Mary’s death. Sam was far too young to understand, but Dean knew and he did his best to make sure that Sam was happy. Sam and Dean were all that Mary had left behind and John couldn’t wish for her presence more than at times like these, when they could pretend to be a stable and healthy family. Not one who spent most of their time on the road, sleeping in motels or in the Impala when the money ran out.
John almost wished he didn’t move his family around as often as they did. The Hunt in Old Town, Arizona, was going badly but he knew that putting a stop to it meant that they’d have to wait a while. So, he got a job and found a house. Ellie Vero showed up about a week later. Which almost worried John, she’d been showing up at the weirdest of moments. Most of which involved Sam almost getting hurt, she’d saved him several times over and John didn’t know how he’d ever repay her. She was the only womanly presence in the boy’s life. Though, he wished it were Mary, all the same.
Dinner ended with Sam covered with baked bean sauce. Dean took him upstairs to give a bath as John started cleaning up the kitchen. Dean left the door open so that John could hear them. He hummed as Dean and Sam played together.
Thirty minutes later, Sam was snoring away in bed. Dean and John sat down stairs, Dean with some warm milk and apple pie and John with coffee accompanying his slice. Dean was finishing his story about giving the clown statue to Ellie to dispose of.
“So, if Mrs. Frank asks…” Dean trailed off, an eyebrow rose in expectation.
“I’ll say we put it somewhere up high so that Sam can’t break it since it’s such a nice gift,” John finished.
“I just figured that if I was gonna lie to the old bird that I’d best get you in on it,” Dean shrugged, “that way she can’t get too upset, though, her memory is going all the time,”
“I know, I doubt she’ll remember giving it to you,” John nodded. The curtains in the living room had been drawn to block out the night. All the salt lines were in their correct places and the devils traps double checked up the rugs, especially the ones leading to all the bedrooms. Especially Sam’s.
“What about the hunt?” Dean asked.
“I’ve checked around all the local news papers and even hit up George for tips, no kids have gone missing, so far,” John replied.
“Well, either way, it is nice to be in one place, for once,” Dean replied. He took a bit of his pie and a swig of his milk before continuing; “I mean, for Sammy,”
“Yeah, Sammy’s been happy since we’ve gotten here,” John agreed, though secretly he harbored the feeling that Dean liked it as well.
After their pie and drinks were gone, John put Dean to bed. Even though Dean was getting older, John couldn’t help but tuck the blankets in around him and ruffle tawny blond hair as Dean yawned and wished john a good night.
John spent the next half hour checking all their traps, guns, knives and salt lines before he too retired to his bedroom. The door left ajar so that he could hear if either of his boys was in danger.
- - -
Laura couldn’t sleep. She kept hearing bells. She didn’t know why she kept hearing bells and laughter. It was the weirdest thing ever. She now kept her Hello Kitty night light on at night. She’d seen that…Thing…outside her window, again, last night and it freaked Laura the hell out of her mind. The blue hair stood on end and it was frizzled. The costume was patched and old looking. Beside it was a large black dog with the reddest eyes Laura had ever seen. She hated the pair at first sight.
“Laura,” the voice called, “Laura….!”
“Go away!” she cried out softly, “go away!” tears now trailed down her cheeks. She couldn’t sleep because of that call. All night long it went and it never stopped.
Laura was tired and she hated the voice. She pushed the covers away from her legs and got out of bed. She traveled, slowly but surely over to the window. The dog howled, as a wolf does, at her.
“Stop!” she yelled, “Go away!”
Her parents didn’t come running.
“But we want to play,” the blue haired clown replied, its once smiling face going into a frown; “Come and play with us,”
“I can’t, its past my bed time,” Laura found herself reasoning, though something inside her said not too reply.
“Come and play, Laura,” the clown stomped its feet and frowned even more, almost to the point where Laura was afraid to disobey.
“Okay,” she whispered. Suddenly the Clown smiled and hopped around, making a bell ring as it did so. Laura didn’t know where that sound came from since the Clown wasn’t holding a bell of any sort.
She backed away from the window and blinked. The Clown had disappeared and she sighed, she turned, intent on going back to bed and trying to forget the nightmare, but it was there, in front of her. It looked down at her, its yellow teeth bright and pointed.
“Let’s play…” It whispered.
Laura let out a yell, but no one came running and soon everything was painful and dark.
TBC