Word Count: 1900

Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood

A/N: Request from Tumblr, older story

Summary: You thought you were seeing things, thought you were going crazy. Until you saw the blood, and then the men came. With their impossible truth about monsters.

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You stared up at the old house. It made your stomach sink just looking at it. There was something off about it and for a moment you thought you saw something pass by one of the windows. You turned to your friend, raising an eyebrow in question.

“You bought this?”

Your friend nodded as if she was proud of buying such a morbid looking house.

“Yep.”

You sighed, she was proud of it apparently. You followed her inside carrying the last of the boxes.

“It looks like something from a horror movie.” You muttered.

Becca rolled her eyes and sat the box she was carrying down. She dusted off her hands on her jeans turning to you.

“You’re being dramatic Y/N. Besides this is going to be our home soon! You know until one of us gets married, or you meet a handsome guy and run off.” Becca winked.

You rolled your eyes and looked around the interior of the house, it was old, probably Victorian. You suddenly wondered how she could afford such a large house.

“So, how’d you afford this? Did they lower the price because someone died here?” You teased.

“A few people yeah.”

You stared at her like she grew a second head.

“A few people? Becca how many is a few?”

She thought for a moment and shrugged.

“Four or five.”

You said nothing just turned and started walking towards the door. You had every intention of walking out of that house and never looking back. Becca grabbed your arm.

“Y/N! You said you’d help me move in!”

“You bought a freaking murder house! I’m not living here!”

“I never said they were murdered! No one could figure out how they died!”

You gave her a dry look and crossed your arms.

“Oh yeah much better.” You said sarcastically.

“At least wait until I finish fixing it up before you make your decision! You can keep staying in that crappy little motel until I’m done, please?”

Becca started to beg you to stay and help, to give it a chance, but you had stopped listening. You stared past her, you could have sworn you saw someone walk by and into the kitchen. Ignoring Becca calling after you, you went towards the kitchen.

“Y/N!”

“You didn’t see that?”

“See what? Y/N if you’re trying to scare me-”

“No seriously, I saw something.” You muttered.

When you reached the kitchen you saw nothing and frowned. You were so sure someone had gone in here. Shaking your head you turned your attention back to your friend who looked at you confused.

“Must’ve been my mind playing tricks on me.” You said dismissively.

You helped her unpack, coming back every day that week to help her get settled in, but never staying. The house was looking warmer and more welcoming with each day. However, the sickening pit in your stomach remained and you swore you saw someone in the house, or something. You’d think you saw a figure in one of the windows when you pulled up to the house in your car every day. Sometimes you’d feel as though someone was watching you.

You’d hear whispers when you were alone. Becca never saw or heard anything and you began to think you were going insane. Until one day you went to see her, and she never answered the door. You looked over at the driveway, her car was still there and all the lights were on. You frowned when you tried the door and found it unlocked.

“Becca?”

You received no reply and stepped over the threshold of the door. You slowly walked further into the house looking for any sign of your friend. Your heart dropped and your blood turned cold when you finally found her, dead on the living room floor. She was covered in blood and her limbs were twisted in an inhuman fashion. Your hands flew to your mouth and took a step back as you tried to keep from vomiting. The smell was horrific.

“Becca…” Your voice broke as you blinked away tears.

Your hands fell limply to your side and the temperature of the room suddenly dropped. You could see your breath and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Your confusion turned to fear whenever a man, badly scarred, as if he had been burnt, suddenly appeared. Without a second thought you turned to run, only for the front door to slam shut. You cursed under your breath and didn’t stick around to see where that man went.

‘Come on, come on!’ You thought frantically.

You looked around for anything you could use as a weapon. You heard a noise behind you and grabbed the nearest thing to you, a table lamp. You whirled around throwing it blindly.

“What the heck!?” A male voice shouted.

You froze staring at the two men standing there, staring at you like you were crazy. They had dogged your poorly aimed lamp. You reached for anything else and settled on the fire poker. You held it tightly narrowing your eyes. The men quickly held up their hands and you eyed their guns wearily.

“Who are you?” You demanded.

The taller of the two took a cautious step forward. He put his gun away but your stance didn’t relax.

“I’m Sam this is my brother Dean. We’re not here to hurt you.”

“You’re the least of my worries, Sam.” You glared at them.

Dean looked at you confused, then he saw your friend on the floor. You swallowed thickly and glanced at her body.

“Did you know her?” He asked.

“Her name was Becca.” You whispered.

Dean opened his mouth to reply but your eyes suddenly widened. They barely had time to duck before you swung the fire poker. The ghost dissipated and they looked at you shocked.

“You could have hit us!” Dean said.

“Better than being dead.” You muttered.

You turned to them, trying desperately to ignore the panic rising in your chest.

“What was that? Why are you here?” You asked growing frustrated.

“That was a ghost.” Sam said carefully.

Your shoulders shagged and you stared at the floor.

“A ghost… those are real?”

“And so is about every other monster.” Dean said gruffly.

His brother turned to him with a glare. You felt your chest tighten and you started to panic.

“Way to ease her into that one Dean.” Sam hissed.

The lights began to flicker and the room grew cold again. The ghost appeared again and Dean quickly fired off a shot from his gun and it disappeared.

“Alright this thing is getting angry, where is he buried?” Dean asked.

“Basement, the rumor said his wife sealed him in the walls after she lit him on fire.”

“What!?”

Neither of them answered you and you scanned the room for any sign of the ghost. You watched them confused and on edge. Sam grabbed your arm pulling you with them. You dug your heels into the floor.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you guys could be psychopaths for all I know!” You snapped.

“We could be serial killers and still be safer to be around than this ghost.” Dean huffed.

Sam shot Dean a look that said ’you’re not helping’ and turned his attention back to you.

“Listen, this thing is out for blood, you’re safer with us trust me, we do this for a living.” Sam said.

“Dude, that sucks.” You blurted out.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks and laughed as you followed them closely. You followed them down the basement stairs and Sam pulled out a canister of salt. He poured it in a ring on the floor motioning for you to step inside.

“Ghosts can’t cross salt, you stay inside the circle you’ll be safe.” He explained upon seeing your questioning look.

You stepped inside the circle, and he went to pour the salt on the window sills. Dean had started tearing into the walls. Sam looked over at you, and noticed you had started to panic. He stepped inside the salt circle with you grabbing your arms gently.

“Hey, I never got your name.” He smiled, trying to distract you.

You looked at him a moment, before your eyes went back to scanning the room.

“Y/N.”

“Alright Y/N, don’t worry, we’re going to take care of the ghost, and you’re going to be fine.” Sam assured you.

“This is my fault.”

He looked at you confused.

“I knew something was wrong with this house, even saw some things, but I thought I was hallucinating, going crazy. I could have warned Becca…” You muttered.

“Y/N, it wasn’t your fault none of this.” Sam said softly.

“Gotcha!” Dean said.

A decayed, scorched body fell from the wall, and you couldn’t help but grow even more nervous. Dean poured salt on it sprinkling it with gasoline. He pulled out his lighter but never got a chance to light the body on fire. He suddenly flew across the room, slamming into a wall, making you jump and Sam yell his brother’s name. He told you to stay where you were and pulled out his gun firing at the ghost. Sam knelt down, to check on Dean and the ghost appeared behind him wrapping its hands around his throat.

“Sam!” You yelled.

You looked around frantically, and your eyes landed on the lighter. You pushed aside your fear and panic and ran out of the circle. You snatched up the lighter hurrying over to the body.

“Hey!”

The ghost looked over at you and despite how terrified you were you smirked.

“Burn in hell.”

You dropped the lighter and the body was engulfed in flames. The ghost screamed as flames consumed him, and he vanished for good. Sam took a moment to catch his breath and then helped Dean to his feet. You watch the body burn for a moment before turning away.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sam asked.

You nodded wordlessly, and he helped you up the stairs and out of the house with Dean following behind. You watched them put their stuff in the trunk of their Impala and you turned to look at the house. Sam walked up beside you and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I called the police they’ll be here for Becca’s body soon. You guys should probably go, something tells me you two aren’t on good terms with the law.” You said quietly.

“What about you Y/N?”

“Becca bought this house for her and I to live in. She was going to fix it up but it made me so sick to my stomach, so I was staying in a motel instead. Now… I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. Becca was kind of all the family I had.” You shrugged.

The two of you were silent for a moment and Sam looked back at Dean. They seemed to have a silent conversation with one another. Dean nodded making his way to the driver side of the Impala and got in. Sam turned his attention back to you.

“You can come with us, until you land on your feet, we can always use some help with research.” Sam offered with a smile.

You turned your head towards him, raising an eyebrow.

“I could be a serial killer.” You teased, referring to what Dean had said earlier.

“Or you could not be.” He countered.

You smiled and took one last look at the house that had caused you so much grief. You looked back at Sam and nodded.

“Okay.”