When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
Despite having suspected it, Nadia wasn't sure how to feel about Anna being an angel—let alone her *guardian* angel. The revelation left her uneasy, a sentiment she shared with the rest of the group.
Angels didn't exactly have a great track record in their experience. For all they knew, Anna could be worse than the others—maybe even dangerous enough to justify why Heaven was hunting her.
Anna paced Bobby's study with a calm exterior that didn't quite match the tension in the room. Ruby lingered near the doorway, watching the group with her usual air of detached disinterest. Sam sat on the desk, his arms crossed as Pamela leaned beside him with a knowing smirk.
Nadia perched on the opposite edge, her arms hugged tightly across her chest as if it would protect her from the new information swirling in her mind. Dean, ever the picture of casual alertness, sat on the armrest of a chair, his boot propped up in the seat. Though his expression was neutral, the firm set of his jaw betrayed his unease.
The room felt heavy, everyone waiting for someone else to break the silence. It was clear they all had questions—and none of them trusted the answers they might get.
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"Neither do I," Pamela agreed, her tone dry as always.
Nadia couldn't help but keep sizing Anna up. Now that the truth was out, Anna seemed more angelic, almost ethereal. Her demeanor had shifted, too—more serious, more like Uriel or Castiel. Her voice was flat, almost monotone, and her calmness felt unnatural, even for an angel. It made Nadia uneasy.
Anna sighed, turning to face them. "So... Castiel, Uriel, they're the ones that came for me?"
"You know them?" Sam asked, his confusion clear.
"We were kind of in the same foxhole," Anna replied, her voice distant.
Sam's brow furrowed, still not quite following.
"So, what, were they like your bosses or something?" Dean asked, his tone skeptical but curious.
Anna smirked, her eyes glinting with something darker. "Try the other way around."
