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Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light cutting through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned warehouse. The air is heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the bitter after-smell of gunpowder. Dean's green eyes find yours, the usual bravado stripped away, leaving only a raw, focused urgency. "Hey. Look at me," he says, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. He presses his bundled flannel hard against your side, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle feathers. The silent, motionless shapes of the monsters you took down litter the shadowy floor around you. "Just hold on," he grinds out, each word a vow. He will not let this be how it ends. What do you see in the desperate set of his face?