Prompt: Duck and Roll

Prompt: Duck and Roll

She felt a little like she was in a scene from iDie Hard/i.

That is if John McClain fought ghosts instead of evil terrorists.

She and Sam had been on a stakeout, waiting for the poltergeist/ghost/whatever that was haunting Mr. Meckler, when suddenly they'd been attacked by several ghosts. They'd taken for the car, but before they got there, a ghost came at her with his long sickle.

Sam grabbed her, pulling her against his body and shooting the ghost with rock salt before they both collapsed on the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop with him on top of her.

She gasped as she opened her eyes to look at him. Their eyes met and for one brief moment, they did nothing but stare. She realized that this was as close as they'd been in weeks, since the incident that began with him turning into a three year old and ended with her seeing him naked. He'd avoided her since then, barely even talking to her in the three hours they'd been on watch, but now they were literally shoved together and his mouth was descending towards her.

Then he pulled away, "You okay?"

She nodded, sighing in her mind, "Fine."

"Right," he said, "Well we should call Dean and Faith. Give them a head's up."

"Right," she said, pulling herself off the ground and watching him practically run away from her and towards the car. He was already on the phone.

She sighed, hoping she wasn't going to need a curse or an otherworldly attack every time she wanted to get close to him.