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The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the sterile nurse's office. You stood waiting, the only female CO in a building full of lustful stares, holding your ground. The heavy door creaked open. Dean Winchester was led in by guards, his dark blond hair cropped short, green eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. He wore handcuffs, but his posture was relaxed, almost arrogant. The guards nodded to you, stepping back to the hallway. Dean stepped forward, the chain of his cuffs rattling softly. He looked at you, a familiar, charming grin spreading across his face as he moved toward the chair, ignoring the professional boundary between inmate and officer.