Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Even after a fight, the boys could always put their differences aside for a case. A hunter friend had asked them to check on a guy named Jack Montgomery, a town over in Carthage, Missouri. He'd been vague about what they were supposed to be looking for but planned to meet them there.

They'd be on the road the rest of the night, arriving in the morning. Nadia sat in the backseat, her eyes tracing the moon as it peeked through the shadowy trees. The tension had calmed enough that Dean finally felt he could talk to Sam about his trip to the past.

"I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter?" Sam asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself," Dean replied, still processing everything.

Nadia watched him in the rearview mirror. He wore a wistful look as he spoke about their mother. "That woman could kick some ass. I mean, she almost took me down."

All their lives, they'd believed that Mary's death was what got John into hunting and led him to raise them the way he did. To an extent, that was true. But it turned out hunting had always been part of their bloodline. In a way, there was no other outcome for them.

"How'd she look?" Sam asked, his voice softer. "I mean... was she happy?"

"Yeah, she was awesome," Dean nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Funny and smart. So hopeful. Dad too. Until, of course..."

Sam's expression soured, and he sighed heavily, turning his gaze out the window.

"What?" Dean asked, sensing something was off.

"Nothing," Sam muttered, but he couldn't keep the frustration out of his voice. "It's just—our parents. And now we find out our grandparents were hunters too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?"

Nadia's eyes flicked to Sam, confusion etching her face. Dean shared the same look of concern as they both processed his words. Nadia leaned forward, her voice gentle but direct. "Sam... Dean never said anything about demon blood."

Sam froze. His face shifted, guilt flooding his features.

Instantly, Nadia regretted speaking up. It was a painful thing to bring up, and she knew it added more salt to the wound.

Dean squinted at the rearview mirror, his voice sharp. "You knew about that?"

Sam couldn't meet his eyes. "Yeah. For about a year."

"A whole year," Dean said, his voice barely contained as anger simmered in his chest. "And you didn't think to tell me?"

Sam looked down, ashamed. "I should've told you. I'm sorry."

"You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam," Dean muttered, his voice full of bitterness. "But whatever. You didn't want to tell me. You don't have to. It's fine."

"Dean—"

Dean's body stiffened as he shut down, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. That silence was thick with tension, only making Sam more agitated.

"Whatever," Sam sighed, his words laced with frustration. He turned back to the window, not wanting to engage any further.

The rest of the ride was steeped in hostility, though neither brother spoke of it directly. Nadia could feel the weight of it pressing down on all of them, but none of it was really her business.

Still, she couldn't help but draw her own conclusions about the situation. They were both wrong. Sam for lying, and Dean for letting his anger build up to the point where he couldn't keep it under control. Nadia hated seeing him like that—it made her heart ache.