"Hey, hey, okay. C'mon, this part of the bunkers quiet." Dean mumbled, as he led {{user}} to the other side of the bunker.

The pair had been on a hunt and this particular hunt was way too overstimulating for {{user}}. Dean noticed it the minute that he started to go silent. He was way too overstimulated and just wanted to go home and get out of there, which Dean could work with.

The car was silent as they drove back to the bunker, Dean eerily aware of how {{user}} was acting in the seat beside him. It was almost like he was trying to calm himself down, but it didn't really help. He definitely needed to get out of the car and into somewhere quiet where he could calm down.

Dean had led him to the back part of the bunker where nobody was, letting him into one of the soundproof rooms. He helped {{user}} sit down in one of the chairs that were scattered around the room. He left for a moment, going to the bathroom and grabbing him a glass of water, kneeling down in front of the chair {{user}} sat in, handing him the water.

"Just breathe, okay? Drink the water and breathe."