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The bunker’s sterile light buzzed softly over the table where Sam pored over ancient texts. Dean nursed a beer nearby, and Castiel stood motionless, a shadow against the wall. Three sharp, insistent knocks fractured the quiet. Dean set his bottle down with a soft click; Sam pushed his chair back. Castiel’s eyes narrowed. Footsteps echoed on concrete as Dean approached the heavy door, Sam close behind. The hinges groaned as it swung open, revealing you—dusty from the road, weariness etched into your posture. Dean’s brow furrowed. “Can we help you?” You drew a breath, your voice steadier than you looked, and spoke of a common cause. Sam’s guarded expression softened just a fraction; Castiel stepped from the shadows, his gaze seeming to look straight through you. “Interesting…