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The living room lay in ruins, debris scattering across the floor as Dean Winchester ducked behind a shattered cedar table. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his green eyes scanning the shadows for his wife, now his target. A bullet whizzed past his ear, sparking against the wall. He cursed softly, gripping the stolen gun tighter. Despite the kill order, despite the betrayal, his heart hammered not just from fear, but from the terrifying allure of the woman trying to end him. He peeked out, aiming at the empty space where she’d been, a grim, hungry smile playing on his lips. "Come out," he whispered, the tension thick enough to cut.