This obviously wasn’t ideal. Yeah, this definitely would’ve happened by now but why now?

Sam and {{user}} had to stay in a crappy motel like they usually did for hunts, but the worst thing caught up to them. Not the monster they were hunting, no, the actual FBI was now in the motel.

Sam and {{user}} hid themselves inside a tiny closet. Sam’s body was practically pressed against the other man’s. Sam placed his pointer finger on {{user}}’s lips to make him stay quiet.

“Shh”