Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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A loud banging on the door yanked Dean from a deep, dreamless sleep, his mind fuzzy as he tried to make sense of where he was. He felt the bed shift next to him, and his gaze turned to his right to find Nadia still beside him. Her soft breathing, and the warmth of her body next to his, kept him grounded in a way he didn't expect.

He didn't want to admit it, but it helped. He'd slept through the night without being haunted by the memories, and it was the first real sleep he'd gotten in months.

The banging on the door came again, louder this time, and both of them stirred. Nadia sat up first, rubbing her eyes and yawning. 

"I got it," Dean muttered, shaking himself awake and tossing the covers off. He wasn't quite ready to face the day, but duty called. 

He opened the door to find Sam standing in the hallway, fully dressed and looking ready to go. Sam's eyes scanned the room before landing on him, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. 

"Well, good mornin', you two," Sam teased, his voice light, but with a glint of amusement.

Dean immediately stepped into the doorway to block Sam's view of the room. "It's not what you think," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't push the issue. "Right, okay. We should get going. I found out where the newlyweds live." 

Dean glanced back at Nadia, still lounging on the bed, her hair tousled and her eyes still half-closed. "We'll be ready in ten," he called to her before starting to shut the door.

But Sam wasn't finished. He stopped the door with his foot and gave his brother an incredulous look. "Can I help you?" Dean muttered, his patience wearing thin.

Sam shook his head, his grin widening. "Dean... this isn't your room." 

Dean froze, the realization dawning on him a moment too late. He looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Oh, yeah. Right." His gaze flicked over to Nadia, who was trying and failing to stifle a laugh. "Ten minutes?" 

"Ten minutes," Nadia replied with a knowing smile, waving them off as she lay back down.

Once the door closed, Nadia let out a quiet chuckle, rolling over onto her side with a wide grin.

Dean, on the other hand, stood outside in the hallway for a moment, still embarrassed by his brother's teasing. He rubbed his face with a groan, already anticipating the jokes that were sure to come.

"Let's go easy on this one," suggested Nadia as they approached the newlyweds' home, her voice calm and controlled, but with a hint of empathy in it.

"Easy on him?" Dean scoffed, shaking his head. Sam shared the same sentiment with a quiet grunt of disbelief.

"Morally, this Wesley dude was wrong, but obviously, this was an 'I'm desperate-not-to-be-alone' sort of situation," Nadia continued, her tone softening a bit.

"Doesn't make it right," Sam said, his jaw tightening as he crossed his arms.

"Right, but it's kind of sad and pathetic, no?" Nadia's eyes flicked from one brother to the other, waiting for some sort of acknowledgment.

The boys exchanged a brief look, sharing an unspoken understanding that this situation was a bit more complicated than they had hoped.

"I know what you're thinking. Blame it on the halo all you want, I don't care," Nadia added with a shrug, keeping her voice steady. "Let me do the talking. If he refuses to come with us, then you can go all Winchester on him. Deal?"