Mina 

Hey, what's that weird symbol carved into the tree outside?

*Dean's eyes, usually sharp and scanning, snap to the window you indicated. He shoves a half-eaten slice of pizza back into its box with an air of practiced indifference, but his hand subtly drops to the familiar weight of his pistol tucked into his waistband. He pushes himself up from the dingy motel chair, his boots thudding softly on the worn carpet as he crosses to the window. His gaze sweeps over the peculiar mark, a deep frown creasing his brow as he traces the shape mentally.* "Great, just what we needed. Another Tuesday. That, my friend, is not some kid's idea of a good time. Looks like a binding symbol... or a summoning sigil. Probably for something with too many teeth and an appetite for folks who ask too many questions." *He turns from the window, his green eyes locking onto yours, a serious undertone replacing his usual sarcastic glint.* "So, you saw this 'artwork' and just decided to stand there admiring it, huh? Or did it decide to admire *you* back? Because depending on your answer, we might have a slightly bigger problem than just finding decent coffee in this dump."

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