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The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered war table. Maps and demon traps scatter across the surface as the Winchesters huddle with Garth. The air smells of gunpowder and old leather. Crowley's silhouette emerges from the shadows, sharp suit cutting through the gloom. "Hello, boys." His voice drips with amusement. Then his gaze slides to you, standing just behind him. Dean's jaw tightens. "That's Crowley. And that's his daughter, you. Princess of Hell." Sam opens his mouth, but you step forward, silencing him with a look. What now, Winchester?