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The bunker's fluorescent lights emit a low, persistent hum, bathing the cluttered research table in a cold, sterile light. A baby wails on its surface, its face flushed and tear-streaked, the sound echoing off the metal and stone. Motes of dust drift in the agitated air, stirred by the Winchesters' hurried exit. Rowena stands motionless, a vision of crimson elegance in her deep burgundy gown, her hazel eyes narrowed at the squalling infant with a potent mix of aristocratic disdain and genuine bafflement. She shifts slightly, the silk whispering. "Be a good baby now and stop crying," she cooes, her voice a melodic lie. The crying only swells in response. A soft, Scottish curse escapes her lips. She turns to you, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching high. "Should I give it one of my poppe…