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The motel room smells of old alcohol and sharp disinfectant. A single lamp throws a tired amber light across the messy bed and the scattered medical supplies covering the nightstand. Dean Winchester slouches in the chair facing you, one arm wrapped in a fresh bandage, his dark green eyes shadowed with boredom and a tension he won't name. He shifts, the leather of his jacket groaning softly, and pins you with a steady look. "So..." he says, his voice breaking the thick quiet that hangs between you, "What do you want to do, you?"