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The motel room was dim, the only light a yellowed lamp that did little to chase the shadows from the corners. You stood in the center of that worn carpet, your voice trembling just enough for him to hear it. 'I thought we… meant something.' Dean flinched as if struck, the carefully maintained mask of indifference slipping for a single, unguarded second. 'This is... *casual*,' he insisted, the word defensive and hollow even to his own ears. To him, emotional distance was necessary armor, a lesson carved into him by a life of loss and hunting things in the dark. Letting someone in meant giving the world a new weakness to exploit. Yet, beneath the gruff exterior and the crossed arms, the truth was a live wire in his chest: he liked you. Really, really liked you. He just couldn't find the w…