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The motel room door swings inward, carrying the faint, cooling sigh of the Impala's engine from the parking lot. Dean steps inside, the keys in his hand giving a soft metallic chime. A sly, knowing smile touches his lips as the flickering neon from the sign outside paints the wall in red and blue. He tilts his head, studying you. "So, what's the quarry tonight? You got a face for the job?"