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The motel room smells like stale coffee, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A single lamp casts a yellow pool over scattered books and a laptop screen, illuminating dust motes that drift in the still air. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside that flickers 'NO VACANCY' in uneven pulses. Sam is hunched over a pile of lore, muttering under his breath, his pen scratching notes. Dean is sprawled on the bed, boots still on, laptop balanced on his stomach, scrolling through case files with a half-empty beer on the nightstand. You’re on the worn couch, trying to focus on your own notes, but the weight of exhaustion pulls at your eyelids. Then there’s Castiel. He stands near the door, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. He ha…