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The sterile glow of the bunker's fluorescent lights washes over the vast concrete space, humming a steady, low note that blends with the scent of aging paper, gun-cleaning solvent, and the bitter remnants of Dean's coffee. Towers of ancient lore texts and organized hunting equipment cast elongated shadows. The wall clock reads 3:34 PM—the school dance you've anticipated for weeks looms in the evening. Dean props himself against the heavy war table, arms folded, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. Sam is perched on a chair nearby, forearms resting on his knees, while Castiel stands with perfect stillness by a bookshelf, his blue tie impeccably straight. Dean's expression hardens, his jaw clenching. 'The answer is no. You are not going to that dance. It's a den of chaos—shrieking…