When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
Sitting shotgun, Nadia gazed out the window, staring into the dark, empty road. Dean and Sam followed close behind in the Impala, the car's headlights momentarily blinding her whenever she glanced at the side-view mirror.
"What was what?" Bobby asked, giving her a sidelong look. "I saw the way you were eyeballing that girl."
"Something just didn't sit right with me." Nadia lets out a low sigh. "And it's not just her, Bobby," she said, her voice tight with discomfort. "It's Sam, too. I mean, he's nice, but there's something... off."
"Off? How?" Bobby asked, glancing her way, his brow furrowing.
"The way he smelled," she said quietly.
Bobby looked taken aback. "His smell? What did he smell like?"
Nadia hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Like... like the early stage of a decomposing body."
"Well, that's... specific," Bobby said, his frown deepening. "You sure?"
"I don't know," she muttered, pressing her palms against her forehead. "Maybe I'm losing it, Bobby."
Bobby reached over, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat. "Don't count yourself out yet. You might just be onto something."
Nadia looked over, catching his eyes for a moment. "What are you talking about?"
"Think about it," he said, his tone gentle. "You haven't had an episode like this in years. Maybe you shouldn't fight whatever's happening. It could be the key to figuring out who broke Dean out and why you're—"
"Why I'm crazy?" she cut in, her voice heavy with self-doubt.
"Stop saying that. You're not crazy." He met her gaze earnestly. "There's more to this, and I just think—"
"You know I can't, Bobby," Nadia murmured, fighting back tears.
"Oh, come on, it's been years since—"
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, her voice breaking. "I just want to try and get some sleep."
"Alright," Bobby replied softly, reluctantly letting the matter drop.
Nadia leaned against the door, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. The hum of the car and the distant rumble of the Impala behind them filled the silence as she drifted off, still haunted by the questions clawing at the edges of her mind.
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What felt like a few hours had passed in what seemed like only thirty minutes when Nadia woke to a chorus of twisted whispers, overlapping and echoing in her head. They were endless, each one muttering words she couldn't decipher. She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as the pounding in her head grew louder, drowning out even her own heartbeat.
