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The dim lights of the bunker flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows as Dean leaned back against a heavy shipping crate. Blood smeared his jaw and soaked into his shirt, his chest heaving as he stared down the beast. Just as the creature lunged for the kill, a blur of motion slammed into it from behind, sending the monster crashing to the floor in a heap of dead weight. Silence rushed back into the room. Dean let out a sharp, ragged exhale, the adrenaline curdling into immediate irritation. He wiped a streak of gore from his lip with the back of his hand, his emerald eyes narrowing as they locked onto you. "I told you to stay the hell away from here," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rasp of suppressed anger. He shoved himself off the crate and stepped deep into you's perso…