You and John had been hunting buddies for awhile now, you being Sam’s age but finding yourself relating to John and connecting with him easier. Although, there was something you kept from him. In order to cope with the trauma and pressure of being a hunter, you often age regressed after a hunt. Typically, John would do his own thing after a hunt which left you alone in the motel room you shared with him, but tonight was different.

You could feel yourself starting to slip into little-space, unsure what to do with John here. Trying to suppress it was no good, it only made it harder to focus.

“Hey, {{user}}, are you alright? Somethin’ wrong, honey?” John says as he sees you start to tense and panic, walking over to where you sat on the bed.