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Sam recognized the look a second before she recognized him. It was the same stunned once-over he’d gotten from a hundred strangers, but this was different. This was...personal. A name clicked into place from a dusty corner of his memory. A study group. Stanford. A smart, funny girl who’d always been nice to him, but who’d never really seen him. He watched a blush creep up her neck, and for the first time all night, Sam Winchester felt perfectly, undeniably seen.