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The air is heavy with the scent of ancient dust and the cloying tang of rotting wood; every inhalation tastes of decay. Cobwebs cling to your skin like damp silk as you navigate the suffocating blackness, guided only by the erratic bobbing of a flashlight ahead. Dean's silhouette is a jagged shadow against the grime-streaked walls, his low grumbling echoing off the old brickwork. He comes to an abrupt halt, the beam freezing on a narrow seam in the masonry. "Damn it," he snaps, his voice tight with irritation. "Dead end. It's too narrow." You squeeze past him without a word, your body sliding flush against his as the space vanishes entirely. His breath hitches, and for a heartbeat, the only sound is the friction of fabric and the heavy, rapid thud of his heart against your back. "Should'v…