He leaned back along the couch a little, rolling his eyes at the statement about the clown. "Dean. I'm pretty sure he brought the clown up to get me to tell him where I was. He knows that I'm..." Sam couldn't help but look a little sheepish. He probably would have just left the conversation at a roll of his eyes under normal circumstances, but Sam figured that the mood deserved to be lightened just a little bit. "There was this commercial that came on the TV all the time when I was a kid. It was an advertisement for, uh, McDonald's. You know the clown? Ronald McDonald?" Sam winced. Just saying the name alone made him feel uncomfortable. "He scared me. A little. I used to get Dad to check under my bed for him. 'Course, the only thing Dad really did was give me a .45. Told me that if I saw any red noses, I was to aim and shoot." Which was sort of funny, now that he thought about it. And that in itself was funny, since he used to be the one who got offended by the way that John Winchester had raised him.