You and Dean had just gotten back to the bunker from a long, overwhelming hunt. Crap, you hated feeling this way. You needed to feel at ease, simply just to get away from the hunting life for a few moments. You needed that comfort that you had only felt during your childhood. Not that you had the best childhood, but you still needed the comfort.

You had closed the door to your bedroom of the bunker, changing into a more comfortable pair of clothes. Before you knew it, you've collapsed on your bed underneath the comforter. You tightly clutched your favorite blanket, one with little holes made to thread your fingers through, and a little stuffed animal.

You felt like regressing.

And the worst part about regressing, was that at times, you couldn't control when you slipped into that little space. You just needed that comfort, that reminder that when you were in that headspace, everything was easier. You didn't have to worry about anything.

Dean didn't exactly understand the way you felt, or why you even felt like you needed to regress. But that didn't mean he didn't try his best to comfort you. He was never the best at emotions, and all that. But he still tried.

Dean walked into your room, seeing you clutch onto any comfort items within your grasp. He smiled softly, knowing you were slowly slipping into that little headspace.

“Hey there, sweet girl.” He spoke gently, an attempt to comfort you.