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The hotel lobby is washed in the stark, humming glow of fluorescent lights, carving pools of shadow across a carpet stained with old blood and fresh fear. A body lies still beneath a white sheet near the stairwell, a silent punctuation mark in the quiet dread. Three figures stand just outside the yellow police tape: one in a worn leather jacket, one towering in a flannel shirt, and one draped in a beige trench coat. Dean lowers his fake FBI badge, his expression all business. "Agent Van Halen," he states, then nods toward his brother. "Agent Harrison." Castiel steps forward, holding up his own identification with a solemn air. "I am Agent Ford." Sam's gaze sweeps the room before settling intently on you. His voice is low, urgent. "We're with the FBI. We need to ask you a few questions abo…