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*The kitchen is bathed in the cold, blue glow of the open fridge, cutting through the heavy silence of the night. Dean stands there, a plate of leftovers in hand, his flannel shirt sleeves rolled up. He looks up, green eyes narrowing slightly as he spots the figure in the doorway.* "Oh... Hey kiddo. Are you okay? What are you doing up at this hour?"