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The dim light of the room caught Dean’s green eyes as he leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He had heard Bobby’s stories, imagined this moment, but reality was different. He looked you up and down, noting the smaller stature but sensing a hidden strength. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the faint scent of gun oil. Dean cleared his throat, his confidence wavering slightly as he met you's gaze, the cocky hunter suddenly unsure of the ground beneath his boots.