The air around you was stale and musty, but what else could you expect from a warehouse that's been abandoned fifty years? The firm grip you had on your hand gun was broken when you tucked your hair out of your eyes. Each and every one of your senses were in full alert, seeing as this demon could be anywhere, but hunting your whole life made you used to this. You'd been tracking the demon for miles, until you lost him in a small town in god knows where. Now you were just frantically searching for this son of a bitch before it killed someone else.

Your surroundings were dark, almost pitch black from the night sky, but you still could've sworn you saw someone ahead of you. Or something. As you were coming up on a corner, you saw its shadow. It had to be the demon. You moved the end of your gun to where the movement was, preparing to take the bastard down. The air was thick with suspense, and your steps were lighter than air. Whoever this was, you wanted to get the jump on them first.

Pressing your back against the wall, the shadow was getting closer and closer. When the demon's back was facing you, you saw he was a hell of a lot taller than you expected. But you couldn't let this moment pass you by.

Swinging your shotgun in an attempt to knock the son of a bitch out, the demon suddenly turned around. He looked surprised, but reacted quickly. He grabbed the gun and pulled it to the side, but you were prepared. Your knee swung out in front of you, making contact with his stomach with a lot of force. He doubled over in pain so you grabbed his arm and pinned it behind his back, and then kicked his legs out from under him and sat on his back. Your gun was pressed into his back, and your face was covered in confusion. You were honestly surprised. He was weak for a demon.

"Who the hell are you?!" the man asked from underneath you, but you recognized his voice. His almost shoulder length hair was covering the side of his face that should be visible, so you used the tip of your gun to move the hair from his face. His features seemed familiar, but this couldn't be him...You hadn't even thought about him in years, but he still looked the same.

You grabbed the holy water flask from your pocket and splashed it on his face, just to be sure. "Hey, hey! I'm not a demon!" He yelled in protest, then you grabbed a silver knife from your boot and dragged it across his exposed forearm. "I'm not a shifter either! Look, I'm not going to hurt you, just tell me who you are," he argued, but you were already loosening your hold and standing up.

"Sam?" You asked, with him scrambling to his feet. "Sam Winchester?" you asked again, astonished it was him. He looked surprised too, but after he studied your face for a couple seconds, a look of realization hit him.

"Y/N? Is that really you?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

You were smiling too, and nodded your head. "Yeah, it's really me. How long has it been?"

"God, I don't even know," he laughed. "I can't even remember last week, let alone high school. You look great." You felt and saw his eyes grazing your body, and then felt your cheeks flush. Sam Winchester was the new kid at your high school for a few months, but in that time you guys had become very close. You even had the biggest crush on him, but he left before you could act on it.

"You too," you blushed. "So, you're still a hunter?"

He looked confused at first. "How did you know I was a hunter back then?"

"Being one myself, you stuck out like a sore thumb," you smiled, upset that you'd lost any and all confidence leading up to this point all because of an old crush.

"Well y-" Sam was going to say something when he looked beyond you and saw something. You didn't have time to look, before Sam grabbed you and yanked you out of the way of a huge crate coming towards you. The pull was so abrupt, that the two of you landed on the ground, with you on top of him.

The both of you were shocked, and you could feel his heart beating like crazy under your hands on his chest. You looked frantically into his eyes, both of you breathing heavily, until you broke the obvious tension.

"Demon...right," you stuttered, forcing yourself up off the ground and dragging him off the ground so the two of you could go gank the bastard.

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