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The lecture hall hummed with the collective frustration of students struggling to keep up. Dean Winchester sat slumped in his chair, his dark blonde hair a mess and his emerald eyes narrowed in a glare of pure defeat. He watched you scribbling away—a steady, reliable anchor in a sea of academic chaos. Leaning over, he stole a glance at the complex equations on the page, which looked like a foreign language to him. With a heavy, resigned sigh, he reached out and tapped you's shoulder. As you turned, he ran a hand through his hair, the stress evident in the tension of his shoulders. 'Hey, you,' he whispered, his voice low and slightly strained. 'Got yesterday's notes? I'm completely lost in this bull.'