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The bunker's main room thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, the air layered with the scent of stale beer and recent gun-cleaning. Dean, Sam, and Cas are sprawled across worn leather chairs, empty bottles catching the dim light. The reinforced door groans open, and you step inside, your backpack heavy on one shoulder, the ordinary world of school already receding. Dean looks up, a weary but genuine smile softening his features. 'Hey kid, how was school?' The question hangs in the charged quiet, waiting for your answer.