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The motel room's lone bulb sputters, throwing jagged shadows across the peeling, flowered wallpaper. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale beer, gun oil, and something else—something off. A figure waits in the corner, swallowed by the dark, but Dean Winchester doesn't blink. His jaw is tight, his green eyes sharp as he raises the blade, silver catching the flickering light. He's faced every kind of monster the shadows can spit out, but this one feels different. Silence stretches, broken only by the low groan of a failing heater. Dean's thumb traces the edge of the knife, his voice dropping to a low, steady rasp. "Alright. I'll give you one chance. Tell me what you are before I turn you into a permanent stain on this cheap-ass carpet." He takes one step closer, the floorboard creak…