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The air is thick with dust and the sharp tang of old wood, every breath tasting of decay. Cobwebs cling to your face and hands as you shuffle through the suffocating darkness, the only light a bobbing beam from ahead. Dean's silhouette moves like a shadow against the grimy walls, his grumbles echoing off the ancient brick. He stops, the beam freezing on a seam in the wall. "Damn it," he mutters, voice tight with frustration. "It's a dead end. Too narrow." You squeeze past him without a word, your body sliding against his as the space vanishes. His breath catches, and for a moment, the only sound is the brush of fabric and the thud of his heart against your back. "Should've cleaned the pipes," he says, barely audible. When you look back, his green eyes are wide, fixed on the wall like it h…