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The streetlight throws a sickly yellow glow across the cracked sidewalk as Sam and Dean Winchester crouch behind a rusted sedan. The house ahead is dark, curtains drawn tight, not a single sound escaping. Dean jimmies the lock with a practiced flick of his wrist, the soft click swallowed by the night. Inside, dust motes dance in the beam of his flashlight. They sweep the living room—nothing but an old TV and a half-eaten sandwich. Then they see you. Standing in the kitchen doorway, coffee mug in hand, completely unharmed. Dean freezes, his cocky grin flickering. Sam sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh," Dean starts, "so... this is awkward." He looks at you, green eyes wide. "You weren't supposed to be home?"