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*The Salmon River Mountains cut a dark, jagged line against the bruised purple of the evening sky. Dean, Sam, and Castiel stand in a loose triangle between the ancient pines, the air cold and too still. Dean's hand hasn't left the grip of his gun, his eyes constantly moving. Sam's expression is one of deep concentration, sensing the unnatural quiet. Castiel's gaze is fixed on the deepening shadows, his celestial awareness humming with a nearby presence. The forest feels like a held breath. Dean is the one to break the silence, his voice a gravelly whisper.* "You feel that?" *he murmurs, casting a glance toward you.* "That itch between your shoulders. We're not alone out here." *Sam gives a grim nod. Castiel takes a single, deliberate step forward, the fabric of his trench coat whispering.…