Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"How old is Dean?" Nadia asked, watching him across the backyard with a soft, amused smile. Dean was lounging with Ben and his friends, tearing through his second slice of cake as if it were his last. His antics were pure entertainment for the kids, who had clung to him since their afternoon game. Even Ben, who had barely tolerated him a few hours ago, was now laughing at Dean's every joke, basking in his goofball charm.

"Twenty-nine," Sam answered, taking a seat beside her with a glass of punch in hand. "Hard to believe he'll be thirty in three months, huh?"

"Yeah, but not in a bad way," she mused, eyes lingering on Dean. "He's got this...kid-at-heart vibe. It's cute."

"You'd think so."

She shot him a mock glare. "Sam!"

He chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Just saying. I see it."

Nadia sighed, turning her gaze back to the crowd. Watching Dean, her mind flickered with moments between them, moments that left her both exhilarated and confused.

"I've seen my brother with a lot of women," Sam said, his tone softer, more thoughtful. "But the way he looks at you? It's different." He shook his head, almost as if he were trying to figure it out himself. Not that he'd ever thought Dean would find someone he'd take so seriously.

She bit her lip, eyes downcast. "Why'd you assume I friend-zoned him?"

Sam lifted an eyebrow, smirking. "Because it's Dean. The guy would still eat a pie if it was cursed."

Nadia laughed, her gaze drifting back to Dean. "True. Dean loves his pie." Their eyes met across the yard, and she caught the familiar, warm look in his gaze. She smiled back. "Sam, I hate to say it's complicated, but—"

"Nothing's complicated about my brother," Sam interrupted with a grin.

"There's plenty complicated about your brother," she retorted, chuckling. "I mean, he's a Winchester. You guys' life story alone—"

"Yeah, fair," Sam admitted, his expression clouding a little as if he'd forgotten, if only for a moment, the gravity of that fact.

"And don't worry, my life's complicated too."

The two fell into a brief silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Nadia's mind drifted to her latest vision, one that had unsettled her to the core. Sam, meanwhile, felt the familiar weight of guilt creep up, the reminder of demon blood running through his veins ever present.

"Hey," Jo's voice pulled Nadia from her thoughts as she walked over. "Mind if I steal Nadia for a minute?"

Sam rose, flashing her a gentle smile. "Yeah, sure." He excused himself, leaving Jo to take his place.

Once Sam was out of earshot, Jo leaned in, a fierce look in her eyes. "Are we gonna talk, because I've got a bone to pick with you."

Nadia blinked, caught off guard. "Me?" She pointed to herself in mock innocence. "What did I do?"

Jo crossed her arms, giving her a long, scrutinizing look. "Last time I saw you, you'd just broken up with Danny. Then you vanished. No calls, no visits, nothing for months. And now, here you are, running around with the Winchesters and skipping your meds."

Before Nadia could respond, she noticed Irene, watching her intently from the patio. The woman's hawk-like stare sent a shiver up her spine, but she quickly refocused on Jo.

"Are you even listening?" Jo nudged her.

"Yeah, sorry," Nadia replied, shaking off her unease. "When are you guys hitting the road?"