Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia paced casually on Pamela's porch, having knocked merely a second ago. She winces, mindlessly using her injured hand to flip her dreads over her shoulder. She thoughtfully stares at her hand, thinking back to when Dean stabbed Castiel.

It did nothing, and the angel practically healed in front of them. Sam told her that Castiel made him go unconscious with just one touch on the forehead.

Could she do that if she found her grace?

That and more?

All that power given to a human being. It was no wonder nephilims were seen as abominations and why she'd been kidnapped as a child. She just couldn't understand why she was still alive.

Somehow she'd been protected all these years, and even now, the angels weren't giving her half the grief they were to Anna.

Maybe they didn't see her as a threat.

Maybe someone knew Michael had communicated with her.

Nadia was so deep in thought that she didn't realize Pamela had opened the door.

"Hello, Angel Face?" Pamela stood with her arms extended, a warm smile on her face.

"Pam! Sorry," Nadia quickly takes her hand. "You got everything?"

"All ready to go," Pamela says, reaching for the door to close it, but Nadia does it for her.

"I got it. Let's go."

"What, no hug? No calls, Nadia? Not even a text!" Pamela teases, her voice light.

"I know, I'm sorry but I was... I feel guilty."

"What, 'cause you're related to the jackass that did this to me?" Pamela points to her glasses.

"Yeah, exactly. I mean, if there's any consolation, I don't have the power to do that, but still."

"So you're afraid to reach out but you'll call to ask me to help a girl that might be an angel?"

Nadia hesitates, then laughs softly. "Now I really feel guilty."

"Come here," Pamela says, wrapping her arms around her. "I would never blame you. You didn't get to choose this, and you didn't know. Plus, I'd do anything for you. . . What happened to your hand?" Pamela asked as Nadia guided her toward the car.

"I'll tell you on the way," Nadia said, her voice heavy with unspoken thoughts.

On the drive back to Bobby's, Nadia explained everything that had happened so far, her voice steady but tired.

"Hm," Pamela mused, her arm perched on the car window as the wind whipped through her hair. "Things are not looking good for this girl."

"No, they aren't," Nadia agreed, leaning back into the driver's seat with one leg propped up comfortably. "That's why we need her to remember. I mean, depending on what she did, would we really have a say in whether she should die or not?"

"What are you talking about?" Pamela shot her a pointed look. "Of course you do."

"What do you mean, of course I do? I don't know angel laws. I don't get a say in this stuff."

"But you do. You're an angel now. An archangel, at that. Don't you think she deserves to live?" Pamela's tone softened, the gravity of the situation setting in.

"I don't know what to think, Pamela," Nadia sighed, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "What do you think?"

Pamela looked toward the window for a moment, pondering. "I think if Anna is an angel, there's a reason she left to live a normal life like your mother did. You've met angels, you know what they're like. Whatever crime she committed, it must have been for a reason."