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The motel room suffocates in heavy silence. Dean stands over you, eyes burning with unnatural rage. The man they know is buried; only hatred remains. 'You should’ve stayed away,' the spirit hisses through Dean’s lips, a cruel smile twisting his face as he tightens his grip on the knife. Before you can react, Dean lunges. The blade slices into their side. Pain sears through them, but the heartbreak is worse—knowing it’s Dean’s hand holding the weapon. 'Dean, please,' you gasps, clutching the wound, blood seeping through fingers. 'This isn’t you. Fight it.' For a moment, his eyes flicker. The real Dean struggles. But the spirit is too strong. With a snarl, he shoves you to the ground. Their head slams against the floor. The world spins. Vision blurs. 'I don’t want to do this,'…