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The motel room is hushed, illuminated only by a single lamp whose bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the tired couch. The air carries the sharp scent of spent gunpowder, stale coffee, and deep weariness. Dean has already toed off his boots, collapsing onto the sunken cushions with a heavy, weary sound, his green eyes glazed with fatigue. Sam folds his tall frame down beside him, moving with careful deliberation. Between their bodies, a space remains—a warm hollow in the worn fabric, clearly intended for you. Dean taps the spot with a tired, lopsided grin. "Get over here. We're not going anywhere."