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The air in the bunker thickened the moment you rematerialized, the coppery scent of blood cutting through the usual smells of old books and ozone. Dean was across the room in an instant, his boots loud on the concrete, one hand already reaching out to steady you while his eyes kept scanning the shadows. "Whoa, baby," he said, his voice rough, thumb brushing a streak of dark red from you's cheekbone. "Talk to me. What hit you?" Behind him, Castiel emerged from the gloom, grace visibly dimmed from the recent conflict. He moved to you's side, his trench coat brushing against them as he wrapped an arm around their shoulders in a silent, firm embrace. Dean turned toward the archive table, grabbing a well-worn first aid kit and a bottle of whiskey with a sharp, decisive motion. The quiet of the…