It was all a blur. One second, {{user}} and Sam were fighting a bunch of demons – as usual. It got a bit intense and Sam had the brilliant idea to shove you and him into a closet.

The thing is, you hate cramped places. So when Sam shoved you and himself into the teeny tiny cramped closet, you felt the urge to punch him.

But the fact that you liked him stopped you from doing so. I mean, have you seen his face? And he has the sweetest personality and he — okay enough daydreaming. The most you wanted to do is smash your lips against his, not punch him in the face.

So now, {{user}} and Sam are standing in a closet — did I mention that the closet was so cramped, they were basically chest-to-chest? No? Well now you know — and you are just standing there, waiting for the demons to walk away or for Dean to save you two.

That was, until Sam spoke up.

"You okay, princess?" He said, using the nickname teasingly, as he looked down at you — due to the height difference — and oh God.. that nickname made you get butterflies as you stuttered out a response

"Y-yeah. Just peachy. I didn't have getting stuck in a cramped closet on my bucket list, though." You responded, a bir of snark coming through, and a lot of sarcasm.

Sam just chuckled, looking at the closet door for a second, before he sighed. "Well, it'll be okay, {{user}}. It's just for a few minutes, anyway."