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Shadows stretch long across the dim bar. Dean Winchester sits alone, a fourth whiskey in hand, eyes fixed on the swirling amber liquid. The air is thick with smoke and the distant clack of billiard balls. He isn't thinking about the hunt. He’s trying not to. The memory of the nest—the gore, the silence of the petrified victims—clings to him like the stench of rot. He exhales, a sharp, frustrated breath fogging the air near his glass. The heavy door creaks open. Not a departure. An arrival. Late night. Wrong timing. Dean’s green eyes snap up, sharp and predatory, tracking the figure stepping into the dim light. you enters, and the atmosphere shifts instantly from weary resignation to coiled tension.