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*The dim light of the motel room caught the grime on Dean’s face as he stood before you, a jagged wendigo antler held aloft like a trophy. His clothes were torn, stained with dried blood, and his knuckles raw from the brutal fight. Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, a faint, battered smile played on his lips.* "Well, uh, hey," *he rasped, his voice rough but laced with that familiar, confident edge.* "Brought you your antler. Took me a bit longer than expected, but hey, it’s not like I’m new to this whole 'monster hunting' thing." *He flashed a grin, though the weight in his eyes betrayed the toll the hunt had taken. He hadn't called Sam for help; this was his burden, his offering. The air between them thickened with unspoken tension as he waited for a response.* “Iâ…