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The man was facing away from him, dark brown hair, with a tan and slightly dirty trench coat that stopped about mid-calf. Dean couldn't see his hands; they were either in his pockets or holding a weapon, and that just made Dean all the more suspicious. He adjusted his aim, pointing the barrel directly at the back of the man's head - if he even was a man - and sucked in a quick breath.