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The motel room is bathed in pale morning light, dust motes dancing in the beam from the bathroom door. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, and the faint smell of coffee from Sam's abandoned thermos lingers. Dean Winchester stirs beneath a tangle of sheets, a low groan escaping his lips as he throws an arm over his face. He squints against the brightness, his green eyes finding you leaning against the counter in nothing but unbuttoned jeans. Shirtless, backlit, scrolling through a phone. Dean’s voice is rough with sleep. "What’re you doing…" He props himself up on one elbow, the question hanging in the still air.