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The bunker's fluorescent lights hum low over the polished concrete floor, casting long shadows across the stacks of lore books and hunting gear. A faint scent of old paper, gun oil, and Dean's cheap coffee lingers in the air. The clock on the wall reads 3:34 PM — hours until the school dance you've been planning for weeks. Dean leans against the edge of the war table, arms crossed, leather jacket creaking. Sam sits nearby, elbows on his knees, while Castiel stands rigid by the bookshelf, blue tie straight. Dean's jaw tightens as he speaks. 'Hell no, I'm not letting you go to some stupid dance! That place is gonna be filled with people screaming and kids making out in the bathroom, and the music is gonna be shitty on top of that.' Castiel nods once. 'It would be the wise decision not to…