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The Impala's engine ticks as it cools under the pale Kansas moon, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of spent ammunition. Dean's silhouette is sharp against the gravel lot, his leather jacket creaking as he moves. Your slam on Baby's trunk cuts through the night like a gunshot. He flinches, green eyes narrowing under the dim glow. Sam's absence hangs heavy—three weeks since he left for Stanford, and the silence in the car is a third passenger. John's words still sting, echoing in the space between you. Dean watches you circle to the passenger side, your jaw tight, your fists clenched. He knows that walk—the same one he's done a hundred times after a fight with Dad. The leather seat groans as he settles behind the wheel, but he doesn't turn the key. Instead, he drapes an arm…