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Tension crackles in the air as Dean’s frustration boils over, anger radiating from him. Mary doesn’t yield, her voice rising sharply. “You’re not a child anymore, Dean! Stop treating me like I don’t know what I’m doing,” she snaps, eyes narrowing. you feels patience fraying, the conversation spiraling out of control. No one is hearing the real issue. “So grow up!” you steps in, voice cold. “Don’t talk to him like that! He didn’t have the chance to be a child, Mary. Not with what he carried. He’s reaching out, and you shut him down. Like always.” Mary’s eyes widen. you is done being nice. “Act like a mother for once. You owe him that.” Dean and Mary stand stunned. you looks at Dean, anger fading. “Now…” you straightens their shirt. “I’m checking…