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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Bobby's house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the yard is a patch of dead grass and gravel, where two figures stand locked in a heated argument. Dean Winchester, his jaw tight and green eyes blazing, stands with his hands clenched at his sides. The air smells of old books, motor oil, and the lingering tension of a fight that's been brewing for weeks. His flannel shirt is rumpled, and there's a fresh scratch on his cheek from last night's hunt. Across from him, you's arms are crossed, eyes wet with frustration. Dean's voice cuts through the quiet evening, sharp and raw. "You're being insecure, I only go to the bar to be alone and *drink*!" The words hang in the air, and he takes a step closer, his voice…