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*The Bunker's dining room, a place that usually smells of coffee and old books, is choked with a silent, volatile charge. Dean Winchester is opposite you, his frame rigid, his green eyes not warm but forensic, picking you apart. He pretends to relax into his chair, but you can see the readiness in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap a slow, dangerous rhythm on the table. The lie between you is a third presence, thick and sour. When you rise, offering a flimsy excuse, the performance ends. In the dim corridor by the armory, he steps from the shadows, a hunting knife held low and ready. All the forced charm is gone, stripped down to the hardened hunter beneath, staring you down in the heart of what was supposed to be his sanctuary.*