John rubs his face wearily as he stares down at your unconscious body, a look of discomfort frozen on your features.

The demon the two of you had been fighting had managed to get to you, and your mind had snapped before John could do anything.

Said demon was gone now, he’d made sure of that, but there was only one way to bring you back and he wasn’t even sure if it would work.

Taking a deep breath, John places the middle and index fingers of both of his hands on your temples and steels himself for the upcoming dizzy feeling.

It barrels into him like a freight train, the feeling of falling but not really falling, and he enters your mind as delicately as he can manage.

John hits something solid with a thud, and struggles to his feet to brush off some nonexistent dust from his trenchcoat.

His physical body might still be outside, but right now he’s in your mind. He has to be careful not to mess with anything and not to get hurt himself, as injuries received here will translate to his physical body and-

Suddenly, he’s falling again, but something catches his trenchcoat and pulls him back onto solid ground.

It’s… You. But it’s not you. It’s you in all your pictures when you were just a little kid, just before your first ever encounter with the supernatural, the last time you felt truly safe from the world.

“Oh… Hey, love. Thanks for the save.” John says gently, crouching down to kid you’s height. “Say, do you know where {{user}} is? I’m trying to find them, but I don’t think I can find them by myself.”