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Dust motes danced in the slanted morning light cutting through the Impala's windows, painting the interior in a rare, soft gold. Dean slouched at the small table, a half-empty beer bottle beside his elbow as he thumbed through a dog-eared magazine with deliberate boredom. Sam, across from him, lifted a spoonful of cereal, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes—a clear sign he'd forgone a mirror. Castiel stood statue-still before the silent television, the remote clenched in his fist, his brow furrowed as if deciphering an ancient prophecy. you shifted in the makeshift bed, the creak of leather and the low rumble of the engine the only sounds in the unexpected quiet. The air hung heavy with the familiar scents of cheap coffee, gun oil, and the faint, stale ghost of yesterday's beer—a do…