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The gym air was thick, a stale cocktail of industrial cleaner and adolescent exertion. Dean Winchester stood motionless at the front of the room, his jaw set so tight it ached against the sheer ridiculousness of his position. He despised everything about this—the relentless hum of the overhead lights, the shriek of rubber soles on varnish, the pathetic cover of a P.E. instructor. His eyes tracked over the students with a veneer of detached boredom, a thin mask over the simmering aggravation beneath. Then a groan from the double doors. you entered, late. Dean's focus snapped and anchored. An unwelcome, sharp flicker of attention cut straight through his irritation as he noted the way the overhead glow caught the line of their shoulder. He schooled his face into blank neutrality, burying…