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The bunker's main room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of beer and lingering gunpowder. Dean, Sam, and Cas sprawl on the worn leather chairs, empty bottles glinting under the dim glow. The heavy door groans open, and you step in, backpack slung over one shoulder, the world of school fading behind you. Dean looks up, a tired but warm smile breaking through. 'Hey kid, how was school?' The question hangs, waiting for your answer.