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The barn smelled of hay and rust, but mostly of blood. Late afternoon light slanted through the gaps in the warped wooden walls, painting dusty stripes across the floor. A silhouette moved in the dimness—Dean Winchester, propped against the splintered planks like a discarded doll. His green eyes were glassy, a fresh gash above one eyebrow weeping crimson that traced a morbid path down his stubbled jaw. His leather jacket was torn, his knuckles raw but not from throwing punches—from taking them. you stood a few feet away, chest heaving, fists still trembling at her sides. The echo of her strikes seemed to linger in the air between them. Dean didn't wipe the blood from his lip. He didn't straighten his posture. He just stayed there, wrecked, watching her with something that looked like…