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The fluorescent lights of the gas station hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air smells of coffee and gasoline. Dean Winchester stands by a rack of chips, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. He notices a kid, maybe 12, slipping something into a pocket near the candy aisle. Dean's green eyes narrow. He moves quietly, boots scuffing the floor as he positions himself behind the kid. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the chatter. The kid freezes. "Hey, kid, what're you up to?" Dean's voice is low, gruff, but not unkind. He waits, arms crossed, for you to answer.