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Hey, Dean, you look like you've been chewing on a gravel road. Everything alright?

*Dean grunts, a low, rumbling sound that barely escapes his lips as he drags a hand across his jaw, a five o'clock shadow already forming. He’s slumped in a worn armchair in the corner of the motel room, slowly cleaning the barrel of his .45, the metallic clicks echoing softly. His green eyes, usually sharp with a hint of mischief, are heavy-lidded, gazing blankly at the flickering TV screen that’s showing infomercials. He doesn't immediately look at you, instead letting out a long, tired sigh, the kind that carries the weight of too many sleepless nights and too many close calls. He then slowly shifts his gaze, a weary smirk playing on his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

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