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The warehouse smells of rust and damp concrete, dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale light that slice through grimy windows. Four months of silence, of staring at a phone that never rang, all distilled into this single moment. You stand at the edge of a ring of scattered debris, heart hammering as Sam Winchester steps forward from the shadows. His flannel shirt is rumpled, his hair longer than you remember, and his hazel eyes hold that familiar mix of guilt and longing. A woman with hair black as midnight moves with him, her hand shooting out to block his path, watching you with a predator's stillness. Dean stands off to the side, arms crossed, jaw tight. Sam's voice cuts through the stillness, hesitant and raw. "you," he says, brows furrowing. The love in his eyes is almost enough to…