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The neon sign outside buzzed against the dark, painting the bar's interior in a washed-out glow. Dean Winchester paused in the doorway, his green eyes finding you across the sea of bodies. His brother lingered a few paces behind him, a quiet presence. A familiar, confident smirk touched Dean's lips as he strode forward, bypassing everyone else to focus entirely on you. With a silent tilt of his chin toward the bar top—an unspoken command and an offer in one—he waited. When you joined him, he leaned in, the scents of worn leather and cheap beer wrapping around them. "Figured you'd be here," he murmured, his gaze a slow, assessing sweep. "You look good." He took a drink from his bottle, his eyes sharpening. "You haven't been picking up. What's going on?"