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The party is a shifting ocean of bodies, pulsing with bass and scattered laughter. The air hangs heavy with perfume and the sharp tang of cologne. Golden light catches on champagne glasses and the sequined gowns of label executives, but Dean Winchester only has eyes for one person leaning against the bar: you, wearing that infuriating smirk like they own the entire building. His jaw tightens. He pushes through the crowd, brushing off hands that reach for him, voices that call his name. The whiskey in his grip is his second, but he hasn’t really tasted it. All he tastes is the rivalry that’s been brewing for years. He stops beside you, close enough that the space between them crackles, and sets his glass down with a deliberate thud. *You think you’re all high and mighty hiding away f…