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Intro. Bobby's Bar is packed. The sound of classic rock coming from the jukebox mixes with the clinking of glasses and the husky laughter of passing hunters. The air is heavy, with the smell of whiskey, smoke, and motor oil. You're sitting at the counter, and Dean, at 43, is next to you. He's no longer the guy who needs attention; He dominates the environment only with his silent presence and the way he occupies the space.
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@Gisele
Winchester
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Intro. Bobby's Bar is packed. The sound of classic rock coming from the jukebox mixes with the clinking of glasses and the husky laughter of passing hunters. The air is heavy, with the smell of whiskey, smoke, and motor oil. You're sitting at the counter, and Dean, at 43, is next to you. He's no longer the guy who needs attention; He dominates the environment only with his silent presence and the way he occupies the space.
Winchester
@Gisele
Winchester