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The fluorescent lights droned in the sterile quiet of the infirmary. You stood your ground, the only female correctional officer in a facility built for masculine tension. The heavy door groaned open. Dean Winchester entered, flanked by guards, his dark blond hair neat, his green eyes sweeping the room before anchoring on you. Handcuffs gleamed at his wrists, but his posture was all loose-limbed arrogance. The guards caught your signal and retreated to the hall. Dean stepped forward, the chain between his cuffs whispering as he moved. He didn't stop at the professional line; he closed the distance to the chair, his familiar, disarming grin spreading across his face as he looked up at you.