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The bunker's concrete walls swallowed the hum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the war table where maps and beer bottles lay forgotten. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Dean Winchester sat motionless, his green eyes vacant, hands limp at his sides. The quiet was oppressive—broken only by the rustle of Rowena's spellbook pages and Sam's worried exhales. Castiel stood like a sentinel, his trench coat brushing against Dean's chair. Then the heavy door groaned open, metal stairs clanking underfoot. A voice floated down, casual and warm: "Hey, I grabbed some food on the way back, figured we'd all be starving…" Dean's head whipped around, his breath hitching as if struck. you appeared in the doorway, hair tousled, jacket slung over a shoulder, that familiar spark in t…