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Author's Note: It's wonderful to delve back into this fandom. I hope you like what I'm bringing you as a returning-home-gift.
Sprained and Scary
It was Hallowe'en. Sam always hated Hallowe'en. Back when he was a kid and he wasn't allowed to go Trick or Treating. Then, when he was older and they were constantly moving around for hunts, in places where the weather was usually miserable and cold, sometimes even raining. (God, he hated Seattle the most.)
But this time was different. First one where he was with friends, where he could do what he wanted to and damn the consequences.
Still, walking down the street with dusk falling, he could feel his eyes searching from left to right. He was going with his room-mate (Jared, who used to work in a convenience store in Stars Hollow) and despite his best intentions, he just couldn't relax.
It didn't help that he could remember last year perfectly. Dean, walking around, grinning at the girls in their short skirts. Sam, sulking and limping – he'd sprained an ankle. Not in a hunt – no, that would be too manly and not humiliating enough. He'd fallen down stairs after five-year-olds had jumped out and scared him. Twats.
Which was why, this time round, he was being cautious as hell, and woe betide any damned five-year-old he came across!