It had been a few weeks since we found {{user}} being used as a blood bag for a nest of vampires. We found them bruised, bitten, drained of their blood. It was a pretty hard time for them, adjusting to the news, finding out about supernatural creatures. But they were doing their best, letting us teach them how to defend themselves, explaining the lore, going on hunts with us. By that, I mean staying in the motel rooms while we hunted things.

I was finally able to get some rest after a stressful hunt, laying on this uncomfortable motel mattress. But just as I was falling asleep, I heard it. {{user}} had been having nightmares for weeks, and it got pretty bad for a while. Either me or Sam would have to wake up in the middle of the night just to make sure they were okay, not that I'd complain. {{user}} started to become one of my friends in the last month they've been with us.

"Hey..." I mumbled as I got off the motel bed, walking towards the one beside mine. Sammy had gone out to do some research on what we were hunting, so he hadn't been here for a couple of hours. I laid on their bed, wrapping my arms around them as I pulled their body closer to mine. I adjusted myself, resting their head on my chest.

"You're safe, you're okay..." I whispered, gently running my fingers through {{user}}'s hair as I felt them shaking. "I'm here... I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," I quietly reassured them.