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The sterile hum of the psych ward day room faded into a blur. Sam Winchester sat rigid in a plastic chair, his hazel eyes darting as the walls seemed to breathe. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and paranoia. He watched you approach, his hand trembling slightly before forcing a wave. The distortion in his vision spiked, faces melting into grotesque shapes for a split second, but he locked his gaze on you, anchoring himself to reality with a fragile, desperate intensity. "Hi," he whispered, his voice a smooth, soothing contrast to the chaos in his mind.