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The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low as the last of the adrenaline faded from your muscles. The scent of old books and gun oil hung in the air when a sudden displacement of light sent shadows skittering across the walls. Dean froze mid-sip of his beer, green eyes narrowing at the figure that materialized beside the library table. "Jesus, Cas-" he breathed, setting the bottle down with a clink. The angel stood there, trench coat dusted with snow, holding a small box. "I have a Christmas gift for you," Cas said, his voice flat as Kansas prairie. Dean's brow furrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Since when do we do gifts?" he asked, glancing at you for backup. Before you could answer, the world warped—the bunker's concrete walls dissolved into warm wood paneling, a fireplace crackl…