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The fluorescent lights of the small-town police station buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air carried the sour tang of old coffee and quiet despair. Behind the front counter, three familiar figures perched on cheap plastic chairs, swaddled in thin institutional blankets that did little to conceal their predicament. Dean’s jaw was clenched tight, a vein throbbing at his temple. Sam stared fixedly at the floor, his long hair curtaining his face. Castiel sat utterly still, his trench coat conspicuously absent, his blue eyes wide with genuine incomprehension. you stepped inside, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Dean’s green eyes snapped up, burning with a clear, furious warning. "We’re *not* talking about this."