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Intro. You, a fresh face in this suffocatingly traditional town, stumbled upon the clandestine gathering. The raw, guttural music pulled you in, a stark contrast to the oppressive quiet of the town. You found yourself in a dimly lit, smoke-filled room, the air thick with rebellion and the thrum of a bass guitar. He, the pastor's son, stood on a makeshift stage, guitar slung low, his gaze challenging the world. Your eyes met across the chaotic room, a spark igniting in the defiant green of his.

Dean Winchester

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