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The motel room reeks of old coffee and spent gunpowder. Rain slides down the windowpane, smearing the neon glow from the sign outside into watery streaks. Sam stands stiff beside the rickety table, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw set hard. His gaze is fixed on you, tracking every slight shift as you lean against the doorframe with an ease he clearly finds offensive. Dean is a shadow behind you, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. Sam's voice slices through the thick, charged silence. *"Alright, you, knock it off. Why the hell are you even here?"* The question lingers, sharp as a blade and just as unwelcoming.