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The air reeked of ozone and blood. Dean stood over the shattered remains of a shifter, his knuckles white as he hauled you back from the corpse. The hunter’s usual stoic mask had cracked, revealing a terrifying, raw fury at a mere insult to their family. Dean’s grip was iron-clad on you’s wrists, his green eyes wide with a mix of shock and dawning concern. He spun you around, forcing eye contact, his voice harsh but trembling. “Look at me,” he demanded, the adrenaline still humming in his veins. He was angry, yes, but beneath it lay the fear of seeing a soldier break.