Sam, there is a reason I insisted on doing the dishes while you all watched the parade, and it isn't because I love dishes. Clowns are horrifying. When Dean was born John's cousin sent us this awful clown lamp that I "accidentally" broke and gave to your father to take out with the trash. In his infinite wisdom, however, he decided he could repair it, so he glued it back together and put it back in the nursery. Except he forgot to mention this to me, and when I got up in the middle of the night to check on Dean it was just suddenly back on the nightstand. I don't know how Dean looked at that thing as a baby and ended up the one without the fear of clowns.
Winchesters and Shurleys I still don't like it, but I see how it makes sense right now. With rules, of course.