Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"What does grace even look like?"

"I don't know, Dad," Nadia groaned. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to steady her breathing as she paced in front of a small diner in South Dakota. The phone felt heavier than usual in her hand. She'd just finished telling her father about the conversation she'd had with Michael, but now she was left with more questions than answers.

She and the Winchesters had stopped in this quiet town for dinner and, hopefully, to find their next case. But as they sat inside, she could see through the diner window that Sam was grilling Dean about Hell. Uriel had sold him out after everything that happened in Minnesota, and now, despite Dean's insistence, Sam wasn't buying it.

"Come on, you didn't ask him?" Rufus's voice crackled through the phone.

"I didn't get a chance," Nadia muttered, frustrated. She stopped pacing for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"How am I supposed to know I've found it, then?" her father asked, sounding equally exasperated.

"I don't know..." Nadia sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I just need you to use your instincts. Look around. Raid the house if you have to. There has to be something... angelic. Something that just screams 'grace.' You'd know it when you see it."

Rufus's voice softened, his words lined with concern. "Easier said than done, honey."

Nadia's shoulders slumped. She understood; her dad was still processing that her mother had been an angel. He had just as many questions as she did, and trying to help her uncover her past wasn't something he'd signed up for. But he was trying, and that was all she could ask for.

"We've raided the entire house. It's been years since your mother..." His voice trailed off, hesitation thick in the air.

"Please, Dad." Nadia's voice was small now, barely a whisper. "Just check the attic again. Rip up the floorboards if you have to."

There was a long pause on the other end before Rufus let out a sigh. "Are you gonna put them back when you're done?"

"Dad!" Nadia snapped, irritation bubbling to the surface.

"Okay, okay," Rufus relented, though Nadia could hear the reluctant tone in his voice. "We'll keep looking. Just... please, no angel stuff, all right? I don't like seeing you pass out all over the place for God knows how long."

"Okay," she agreed quickly. "Promise, I won't do anything crazy."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Rufus was quiet for a moment before Ben's voice piped up from the background. "Can I talk to her?"

"Your brother wants to talk to you. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad."

"Nadie?"

"Hey, Ben," Nadia's smile widened. "How've you been, bud?"

"I should be asking you that, angel!" Ben's excitement was obvious, his voice practically vibrating through the phone. "I knew you were badass, but this angel thing? Takes the cake!"

Nadia couldn't help but laugh. "Watch your mouth, boy," Rufus snapped from the background.

"Yeah, I'm trying to keep him in line." Nadia chuckled. "It's not as exciting as you think, though."

"I know you don't have all the answers you want," Ben continued, his voice softer now. "But this... angel stuff? It can help you save a lot more people."

Nadia took a deep breath, her mind spinning with everything that had happened. "Yeah, you're right. I just... without my grace, I'm just a human who can do tricks."