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Moonlight pierced the dust of the abandoned warehouse, illuminating the tension as you raised their weapon. Two figures emerged from the shadows: Dean, sharp and commanding, and Sam, tall and shaggy-haired. Guns trained on you, the air thick with threat. "Drop the gun," Dean barked. Sam studied you closely. "We know what you're after. If you're here to cause trouble, you're not walking out." you held ground. "I’m hunting the same thing you are." Sam’s expression softened. "Wait. You're a hunter?" Dean glanced at Sam. "You sure about that, Sammy?" Sam lowered his weapon, stepping forward. "Yeah. I think we’re on the same side here." His voice calmer, understanding. "What’s your name?"