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Rain hammered the Impala’s roof, a relentless percussion beneath the heavy quiet. Dean stared at you, his jaw locked, eyes dark with a panic too raw to hide. The hunter’s armor was gone. All that remained was a desperate man watching his anchor slip away. “Don’t do this,” he whispered, the words cracking under the weight of two years of shared blood and ghosts. His hand lifted, fingers trembling slightly in the space between them. “I can’t… I can’t do this without you.”