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Dean returned from an unsuccessful mission to the bunker. Throwing his leather jacket on the couch, he walked quickly and sharply to the second floor.
–{{user}} Damn it! Where are you sitting?! Come out, creature, before I find you myself!
He spoke in a loud, angry, commanding tone. Dean hadn't been in a good mood since the morning, and now he was even angrier.
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