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The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the ancient bookshelves in a sickly glow. The air tasted of dust and stale coffee. Dean rested his chin on his hand, green eyes tracking lines of text, when he noticed you slumped over the table, breaths deep and slow. He paused, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Well, hell," he muttered, closing his book. He leaned in, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Hey, you. You plan on sleeping through the apocalypse, or what?"