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Hi, how are you? I really like your writing.

VCan you make a Halloween one with Sam Winchester? I had a dream.

EThey are friends and the reader has been hunting with them for some time. They are on a case on Halloween night, which is pretty scary.

S She likes Sam, but it's not mutual. You can write that they are in a house of mirrors, haunted house in a park, after a near death Sam kisses her.

VI saw that you are at university, there is no need to rush to write. Everything in its own time.

Near death experience

A/N: Hii! Thank you so much for requesting! I'm so sorry this took time, i had an exam yesterday so i had to study alot! I hope you like the story and i'm so sorry i didn't manage to get this out before Halloween <3

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Themes/warnings: Fluff, suspense, typical supernatural violence, blood, injuries, spirits

Word count: 2000-ish

Also, request someting if you want! <3

Please do not copy or translate my work!

The rotten floorboards creaked under your feet as you moved further into the old, abandoned house, Sam in tow. The air was cold and stale, your breath coming out in white clouds as your exhaled. The smell of mould was overpowering as you walked cautiously through what once was a kitchen. Your eyes scanned every nook and cranny as you and Sam moved slowly, your rifles with rock salt ready to use. The house was home to a particularly vindictive spirit and while you and Sam were looking for the object, its scythe, that tied it to earth, Dean was looking for the spirit’s bones.

You could feel Sam as you moved in unison, he was walking right behind you, so close that you could feel his warmth cut through the chill air. It didn’t help that it was Halloween night, making the veil thinner and spirits more powerful. You heard a creak behind you, making you turn quickly, bumping into Sam’s chest. You have had feelings for the man in front of you for quite some time now, but you had been too scared to act on them. The feeling of you being so close to him would make you blush on any other occasion, if it weren’t for the fact that you were staring a gnarly, dead, old man right in the eye over Sam’s shoulder. Your blood pounded in your ears with adrenaline. Sam turned around quickly, effectively shielding you behind him. He raised his shotgun and fired rock salt at the spirit.

“Sam!” You shouted when the spirit started to stalk towards you from behind. You could hear the spirit’s raspy breath as the vile stench hit your nose. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as the spirit, in the form of an old man, limped towards you. The ghost lifted the scythe it held in its bony hands. Before it could come any closer Sam shot it again with the rock salt. You felt the adrenaline pound in your ears as you breathed heavily.

“You okay?” He asked you with those puppy eyes of his. You nodded slightly as you looked around what seemed to be the kitchen of the house.

“I’m sorry I froze.” You mumbled after you came down from the adrenaline a bit. He gave you one of those warm smiled before he gently squeezed your upper arm. The action made your heart flutter. Before your thoughts about the man in front of you could continue it hit you.

“Sam!” You grabbed his arm, your eyes wide, “the spirit has the scythe…” you trailed of.

“Which means we need to lure it out.” He continued, jaw clenched like he wasn’t too fond of the idea. You understood what it meant, you would be bait. You fit the profile of the spirits earlier victims and while you lured it out Sam would try to trap it.

“I’ll do it.” You said, determination filling your body. That is how you found yourself sneaking around alone. You became hyperaware of every little sound the house made, making you react to every little creak or drip of water. You were walking slowly through what you assumed once was a living room with a big fireplace when the stench hit your nostrils once again. The smell of rotting flesh mixed with ozone filled your senses as you frequently looked around for its source. Sam was hiding somewhere, ready to capture it. You heard the spirit before you saw it. The sound of its rattling breath and uneven footsteps came from behind you. You whipped around and faced the ghost, it was a few metres away, making its way towards you. You felt your heartbeat speed up as it neared, your finger gently resting on the trigger of your shotgun, in case. You just needed it to get close enough so Sam could close the circle of salt around you. The ghost’s rattling breath drew closer as it neared. You could see Sneak up behind it and close the circle. The ghost raised the scythe as you squeezed the handle of your shotgun to calm yourself. Your heartbeat rang in your ears as you were standing so close to the ghost that you could make out details in its face.

“Go!” Sam shouted; he had finished the circle just as the ghost let the scythe fall towards you. You reacted a split second to late. The scythe sliced your arm before you could fully throw yourself out of the circle of salt. The spirit trapped inside. White hot pain seared through you as the metallic smell of blood filled your nostrils. Your hand went up to clutch the vertical gash on your upper arm. It was bleeding heavily, making you dizzy. Your whole arm was covered in the crimson of your blood. You leaned against the wall as you sat on the floor and watched as Sam lit fire to the scythe and effectively also the spirit. You assumed that Dean had found the bones since the spirit vanished from the fire. The next thing you saw was Sam’s worried face as he gently patted your face to help you stay awake.

“Hey, y/n, stay awake for me yeah?” He said as he took of his overshirt and wrapped it around your arm to stop the bleeding. Your heavy eyes watched as the blue fabric turned dark with your blood. You felt Sam lift you up, bridal style, you were too tired to protest.

“Sam, I’m fine, just tired.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. He walked quickly out of the house, shaking you lightly to keep you from falling asleep.

“I know baby, I know, a little while longer before you can sleep.” He said as he shook you again. You felt light in your eyes, making you open them to see the headlights of Dean’s car. Everything felt muffled as you heard the door of the car slam shut and Dean’s voice.

“What happened?” You heard him ask, a hit of worry in his voice. You felt Sam place you on the cold metal of the hood.

“The scythe got her bad.” Sam answered as he untied his shirt around your arm, “She’s real tired, lost a lot of blood.”

“Well, she will be wide awake in just a minute, we need to stitch her up.” Dean said grimly as he placed something on the hood next to you, you were too tired to look what it was.

“Hold her, this won’t be pretty.” Dean then said. You felt Sam gently grab your arms. You were not fully grasping what were happening before you felt the painful, burning sensation of alcohol in an open wound, your open wound. Your eyes shot open, now wide awake as you let out a bloodcurdling scream. Sam leaned over you on the hood, caging you in as you tried to get away from Dean who was preparing a needle to stitch you up. You could feel Sam’s entire body pressed against yours on the hood but all you focus on was the piercing pain of Dean stitching your wound closed. You let out another scream as tears slowly rolled down your cheeks. Sams large, warm hand came up to your mouth, effectively silencing you.

“Shh, it’s soon over baby, you’re doing so well.” He said as he held you in place as you trashed against him, desperate to get away from the pain. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins, but it didn’t do anything to numb the pain. Your eyes met Sam’s soft ones as he shushed you once again.

“I’m so sorry, Dean is soon done, I promise baby.” He said, his eyes screaming of guilt. You calmed down a bit, your brain finally catching up to what was actually happening. You felt Sam’s hand move from your lips to gently pet your hair as his body was keeping yours still against the hood.

“Just a couple more.” You heard Dean mutter. The pain was unbearable as tears rolled freely down your cheeks. Sam’s fingers brushed them away as his eyes were looking over your face frantically.

“You heard that, just a couple more stitches, then we’re done.” He said gently as he ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You tried to focus on his face, the worry in his eyes as Dean did the last stitch. The adrenaline of the pain subdued as Dean gently bandaged your arm before moving to put away what you assumed was the first aid kit. You felt more awake after this. Sam was still leaning over you on the hood as he gently grabbed you around your back to help you sit up. You felt dizzy again, you must’ve lost a lot of blood.

“How do you feel?” He asked quietly as he stood in front of you as you sat on the hood.

“Dizzy and in pain.” You croaked. He let out a breath before his large hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him in the eyes.

“I’m so sorry bab- y/n.” He caught himself; you managed a small smile at the man before you.

“Don’t you think that we’re past all this, Sam?” You whispered as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“What do you mean?” He asked, softly and you don’t know what made you say it. What it the near-death experience? Or was the lack of blood in your brain? You don’t know but you couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of your mouth next.

“This, us pretending we don’t like each other.”

“Y/n, I-”

“Kiss me, Sam.” You interrupted him. You never really thought that he would do it, you thought he would want to talk about it first, but the adrenaline must be in his veins too because the next thing you knew was Sam’s lips on yours. The kiss was slow but forceful. Your hands weakly gripped his shirt as his found your waist, desperate to get closer. The kiss was everything and more, his lips was soft, his hands warm and large as the moved to grip your waist under your shirt. You let out a soft moan on his lips to which he replied with tightening his grip on your waist.

“Who knew it would take some blood loss and a near-death experience to get you two to finally admit that you like each other.” Dean interrupted with a smirk. You and Sam parted, both startled by the older Winchester brother.

“Thanks Dean.” Sam muttered sarcastically before gently helping you down from the hood. You stumbled as your feet hit the ground, still affected by the blood loss. Sam gently held your waist to steady you, his puppy eyes making yet an appearance as he looked at you. You gave him a small smile as you held onto his shoulders as you stood on your toes and placed another soft kiss on his lips.

“Dean, you’re such a mood killer, but I need to rest, it feels like a truck ran me over.” You then said as you turned to Dean who was wearing a shit eating grin. Sam helped you into the backseat as he and Dean sat in the front. You quickly fell asleep, a small smile on your face. What you didn’t see was the matching smile Sam wore as they drove away.

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