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The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry insects overhead, painting the holding cell in a sickly, jaundiced glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee, cheap disinfectant, and quiet desperation. Dean Winchester leaned a shoulder against the cold iron bars, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. His emerald eyes were fixed on the empty hallway beyond, his jaw clenched tight. "I swear, if Sam isn't here in the next ten minutes," he muttered, the words gritty, "I'm gonna start a fight with these cops they didn't sign up for." He glanced over at you, a faint, wry smirk touching his lips despite the circumstances. "So. You got a plan B brewing, or are we putting all our chips on my brother's famously terrible sense of timing?"