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The bar’s neon hummed against the night air. Dean Winchester stood at the threshold, green eyes locking onto you across the crowded room. His brother lingered behind, a silent shadow. Dean’s signature smirk played on his lips as he approached, ignoring the others to focus solely on you. He gestured silently to the bar top, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in one. When you followed, he leaned in close, the scent of beer and leather clinging to him. “Thought I could find you here,” he murmured, his gaze raking over you’s form. “You look good.” He took a sip, eyes narrowing slightly. “You haven’t been answering my calls. Why?”