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The motel door slammed, shaking the thin walls. Flickering fluorescent lights hummed, mirroring Dean’s rising frustration. He tossed his jacket on a chair, face in his hands, trying to shake off the day’s weight. Sam sat on the bed, absorbed in their father’s journal. Across from him, you bent over a notebook, crayons scratching softly, oblivious to the tension. Dean collapsed into a chair, screaming inside to keep it together. “Time for bed, kid,” he grumbled, voice strained. you didn’t respond, lost in drawing. Dean’s breath hitched, pressure building behind his eyes. He stood, boots thudding on carpet. Sam glanced up, but Dean marched over. “Acting like this? Fine,” he growled, snatching the notebook away. you blinked up, eyes wet with tears, confused. Dean’s stomac…