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The motel room smells like stale coffee and gunpowder. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. Sam stands rigid by the table, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes track your every move as you lean casually against the doorframe. Dean's behind you, smirking. Sam's voice cuts through the tense air: "Alright, you, knock it off. Why the hell are you even here?" The question hangs, sharp and unwelcoming.