Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia's appetite turned out to be far bigger than she expected. After inhaling three cheeseburgers, two large orders of fries, and a milkshake, she leaned back on the park bench and let out a burp so loud and obnoxious that it startled even her. 

"Excuse me," she laughed, covering her mouth. 

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it." He took a sip of his water, unfazed. "Dean's table manners have set the bar pretty low." 

"Marry me," Dean blurted, grinning like a fool. 

Both Nadia and Sam froze. Dean's eyes went wide as he realized what he'd just said. 

"I mean—uh—don't be embarrassed!" he stammered, waving his hands in a panic. "It makes sense you're so hungry! You were out for two whole days, after all!" 

Nadia raised an eyebrow, her cheeks warmed. "Right." She focused her attention on the fresh air and the quiet park around them. It was a stark contrast to the chaos at the hospital. "Probably why I feel like I could conquer the world right now. You think this energy will last, or...?" 

Sam gave her a thoughtful look. "Considering you've been taking antipsychotics for most of your life, I'd say another wave of withdrawal is bound to hit. It's only been a week. You can't just bounce back overnight." 

"Unless..." Dean chimed in, leaning back on the bench with a curious look. "Whatever's going on with you is making you bounce back quicker. I mean, it's not exactly... normal." 

"True." Nadia shrugged, a shadow of worry creeping into her expression. "I just hope this doesn't happen again. The headaches, the super hearing, the voices—they're bad enough. But passing out for days? I can't do that. Not if I'm supposed to help." 

Sam leaned forward. "I don't think you can control that." 

"What do you mean?" she asked, frowning. 

"I mean, in one week, you've gone from visions to super hearing to teleporting—or time traveling—all at once," he pointed out. 

Nadia's shoulders slouched as the realization hit her. "I didn't even think about that..." 

Dean shifted uncomfortably. "Look, while we're connecting the dots, maybe you should try not to, you know, *do your thing* for a bit. The more you use these powers, the more they're gonna drain you. You're not equipped to handle them yet." 

"But what if I *need* to use them?" she asked, her tone growing defensive. "What if that's the only way to save the town I saw?" 

"You don't even know how to go back," Dean argued. "And even if you did, you can't afford to keep pushing yourself like this. What good are you to anyone if you're passed out again for two or three days—or worse?" 

"We've got your back," Sam added gently. "But you've gotta trust us. We're in this together, and we need you at your best." 

Nadia shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting between the two brothers. She wasn't used to relying on anyone else, let alone trusting someone to have her back in a fight. But they were right—she'd be no help to anyone if she burned herself out trying to push powers she didn't fully understand. 

Finally, she sighed. "You're right. I just hate feeling like I'm sitting on my hands when there's so much at stake." 

"We're just looking out for you," Sam reassured her. 

"Yeah, we don't exactly have the best track record with taking care of ourselves, but we're pretty good at looking out for others," Dean added with a smirk. He reached out and gave her hand a quick squeeze, and Nadia found herself appreciating the simple gesture more than she expected.