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The forest floor groaned underfoot as you stumbled toward the cabin’s amber glow. Dean Winchester, the town’s sheriff, emerged from the shadows, his silhouette framed by the biting cold. His eyes narrowed, scanning your trembling form with a mix of fury and relief. He stepped forward, extending a steady hand. “You’re lucky I was home… come inside,” he commanded, his voice rough but laced with concern. As you collapsed into his embrace, he held you tight, his warmth seeping through your shivering frame, a stark contrast to the perilous night.