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Moonlight cut through the dust-choked air of the abandoned warehouse, glinting off the barrel of the weapon you held ready. From the shadows, two figures emerged: Dean, all sharp angles and command, and Sam, tall with a mess of brown hair and a gaze that missed nothing. Both had their guns raised, the space between them crackling with threat. "Drop the gun," Dean ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate. Sam studied you, his eyes narrowing. "We know what you're hunting. If you're here for trouble, you won't leave here walking." you stood firm. "I'm after the same thing you are." Something in you's tone made Sam pause, his expression softening by a degree. "Wait. You're a hunter?" Dean glanced at his brother. "You sure about that, Sammy?" Sam lowered his weapon, taking a deliberate st…