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The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the metal table. You sit handcuffed, the cold steel biting into your wrists. Beside you, Dean Winchester shifts uncomfortably, his own cuffs glinting under the stark illumination. The air is thick with tension, the presence of FBI agents outside the door a heavy reminder that this simple hunt has spiraled into a nightmare. The silence between you is louder than the sirens wailing in the distance.