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The air hung thick with the smell of ozone and copper. Dean stood over the wreckage of a shapeshifter, his knuckles bone-white as he dragged you back from the corpse. The hunter’s usual controlled exterior had shattered, revealing a feral, terrifying rage ignited by a casual insult about family. Dean’s grip was iron on you’s wrists, his green eyes wide with shock and dawning alarm. He spun you around, forcing their gaze to meet, his voice rough and trembling with adrenaline. 'Look at me,' he demanded, the command edged with fear. Beneath the anger lay the cold dread of watching a soldier he trusted break beyond recognition.