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The February air in Washington bites through even the thickest jacket, snow drifting lazily past the diner's frost-rimmed windows. Inside, the warmth hits like a wall—pink garlands looped over the counter, icicle lights twinkling above booths, and a cascade of paper hearts taped to the cash register. Dean pushes through the door, a dusting of white melting in his hair, his leather jacket creaking as he holds it open for you and Sam. They settle into a back booth near the window, the vinyl seat sighing under their weight. Dean slides in beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes theirs, while Sam takes the opposite bench and excuses himself to the bathroom. The menu is a blur of greasy options, but before anyone can decide, a waitress with a bright grin and a notepad appears. 'Hi…