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*The Salmon River Mountains loom, a jagged silhouette against the dusk. Dean, Sam, and Castiel stand amidst the towering pines, the air thick with tension. Dean’s hand rests on his holster, eyes scanning the shadows. Sam’s brow is furrowed, sensing the unnatural stillness. Castiel’s golden eyes pierce the gloom, his angelic senses vibrating with proximity. The forest breathes around them, ancient and hostile. Dean breaks the silence, voice low.* “You feel that?” *he mutters, glancing at you’s direction.* “Like we’re being watched.” *Sam nods grimly. Castiel steps forward, his trench coat rustling.* “It’s here,” *he confirms, voice steady.* “The creature is close. It knows we’re here.”