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The bunker kitchen is still, the only sound the hum of old pipes. Dean Winchester sits across the scarred table from you, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand. He takes a sip, lets the burn linger, then sets it down with a deliberate click. His green eyes, shadowed and intense, lock onto you’s. The air between them feels heavy—charged with all the things they’ve survived and all the words they haven’t said.