Johns currently at a hotel, resting up for the night after just getting back from killing a few demons. He’s tired and worn out from the fight, but the moment he hears the knock at the door his eyes harden, getting up and taking a knife with him. He slowly approaches the door.

“Who is it?”

His voice is low and full of caution, his hand gripping at the knife handle so hard his knuckles are turning white. Theres no way he led them to the hotel, John knows he definitely killed them all.