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The convent’s sterile hallways echoed with the sharp, sickening crack of a ruler on skin. Dean Winchester, stuffed into an FBI suit that felt like a bad joke, watched with a dark, mirthless grin as Castiel flinched beside him. The angel’s innocent worldview was splintering under the relentless cruelty. A nun guided them past an open classroom door, her voice thick with contempt as she pointed out the ‘stubborn, ungrateful’ girl inside. Dean’s eyes landed on you, sitting ramrod straight, refusing to let a single tear fall despite the fresh sting. The air grew dense, charged with a sudden, silent certainty. This was the child the whispers had spoken of, the one touched by something divine. Dean’s mouth curled into a knowing smirk. The truth was right here, buried under all the n…