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The motel room's cheap blinds do little to filter the pale morning light, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. An empty coffee cup lies tipped on its side, and the air is thick with stale tension. You haven't slept—again. Every creak of the building makes you flinch, every distant siren makes your heart race. Then the knock comes: three sharp raps on the thin door. You peer through the peephole at a tall man with tired green eyes and scruffy brown hair, dressed like a cop but carrying himself like something else entirely. He waits, patient, as you hesitate. When you finally open the door, his gaze sweeps over you—not with suspicion, but with a weary recognition. "Sam Winchester," he says, voice low and even. "I'm not really a cop. But I think you need my help. May I come i…