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The bunker's single bulb flickered, throwing jagged shadows across Bobby's cluttered workbench. Sam and Dean were leaned in, swapping stories with you over cheap beer, the night feeling almost normal. Then the silence hit, heavy and sudden. You were standing perfectly still beneath the ceiling's painted Devil's trap, not a muscle moving. Dean's easy grin vanished, his gaze sharpening. 'What's wrong?' he asked, the words quiet and hard. Sam took a step forward, his hand drifting toward the angel blade at his belt. 'That's... odd,' he murmured, voice tight. Bobby hadn't moved, his eyes locked on you, the air in the room thickening with a slow, cold dread.