Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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According to Gus, Bigfoot had been spotted deep in the forest. Like the cop, the brothers weren't buying it, but they followed the lead anyway.

Sam and Dean walked side by side through the dense woods, hands shoved in their jacket pockets, the air cool and damp with the scent of pine. The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound breaking the silence between them. Nadia lagged behind, lost in thought. 

She could hear the voices again—whispers that grew louder, jumbled, filled with conflicting opinions about her. The voices were still split down the middle: half of them were pro-Nadia, seeing her as a protector and a necessary force, while the other half saw her as a threat, a reminder of something terrible.

"What the hell's going on in this town?" Dean muttered, breaking the silence. His voice was a mix of frustration and disbelief. "First, there's a ghost that's not real, and now a Bigfoot sighting?"

Sam gave a dry chuckle. "Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax."

Dean scoffed. "Well, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town's water supply." His eyes scanned the trees, half-expecting some wild creature to pop out at any moment.

Sam smirked, the laugh quickly dying as they both stopped in their tracks. Nadia was too distracted by her thoughts and the murmuring voices in her head to notice she was about to collide with them. She bumped into their backs with a small huff, annoyed at herself for losing focus.

"What?" she asked, squeezing between them and looking down at the ground.

A trail of massive footprints was visible in the dirt. They were huge—much larger than any animal she'd seen—and they weren't the typical marks left by a bear or other forest creatures.

Dean frowned, kneeling for a closer look. "Okay. What do you suppose made that?"

Sam's eyes narrowed as he examined the tracks. "That, uh..." He trailed off, still processing the size and shape of the prints.

Nadia cocked her head, almost amused. "Isn't it obvious? That," she gestured to the trail with a tilt of her head, "is a big foot." She shot them a teasing smile. "Let's see where it takes us, boys." Without waiting for an answer, she turned and began walking ahead, her boots crunching through the underbrush. The guys hesitated for a second, then followed.

The tracks led them through the forest, across a small bridge, and to a closed-down liquor store at the edge of town. The door had been torn off its hinges, the wood splintered and cracked, as though something had forcibly entered. The boys exchanged puzzled looks.

Dean shrugged, still clueless. "Okay."

They carefully stepped inside, the creaky wooden floorboards groaning beneath their feet. The place had clearly been ransacked. Open bags of chips, scattered candy wrappers, and broken liquor bottles littered the floor, evidence of a chaotic raid.

"So, what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch?" Dean raised an eyebrow as he knelt by a shattered bottle of Irish cream. "Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk."

Nadia's eyes scanned the shelves, taking in the disarray. A box of colorful lollipops caught her attention. She picked a few up and casually stuffed them into her pocket, hoping they might be useful somehow. Sam was busy inspecting a magazine rack that had been tipped over, while Dean continued to examine the liquor bottles.

Dean's eyes darted around, but his focus shifted when he saw something else of interest. He picked up a bottle of whiskey and slipped it into his jacket pocket, a grin spreading across his face. Nadia raised an eyebrow, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She didn't say anything, but her expression was enough to let him know that she saw exactly what he was doing.