Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia woke up in the attic, wrapped in a blanket, her jacket and boots neatly placed beside her. The space looked identical to the one in the present, except the walls were lined with her drawings, and a few of her toys were scattered on the floor, as if she'd just played there recently.

She instinctively clutched the vial around her neck, ensuring it was still there. It felt odd, the familiar weight of it in her hands, while also seeing it glow dimly as her nightlight.

She slipped on her boots, glancing out the window. Daylight poured in through the curtains. She grabbed her jacket and made her way down the attic ladder into the hallway. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the house, accompanied by the mouth-watering aroma of bacon.

Following the smells, she descended to the kitchen. There, her mother was cooking, standing at the stove, her back to Nadia.

Nadia opened her mouth to speak but found herself frozen, words lost.

Vanessa turned around, flashing a warm smile. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"Mom..." Nadia dropped her jacket on the chair, and before she could process it, she was enveloped in her mother's arms. She closed her eyes, holding her tight.

Vanessa squeezed her back, a soft sigh escaping her. "Hey, honey."

When they finally pulled apart, Nadia's tears flowed freely. She looked over her mother, every inch of her face, every small detail she had missed. "I can't believe this is possible! Where am I? Where's Dad?"

Vanessa turned back to the stove, flipping a bacon strip. "Dad's on a trip. I took you to Ms. Furches down the street."

"How long was I out?" Nadia wiped her tears away and picked up her jacket, hanging it over a dining chair.

"Two days. Really shouldn't time travel without your grace."

"Yeah, figured that out the hard way."

Vanessa kept her back to Nadia, focusing on the food. "Things must be bad if you've traveled all this way," she said matter-of-factly.

Nadia scoffed, surprised by how casually her mother was speaking. "Something like that."

Vanessa set two plates on the table, filling them with eggs and bacon. "I'm sure you have questions. But first—breakfast," she said, gesturing to the steaming plates. "Eggs, bacon, and coffee. Do you drink coffee?"

Nadia stared at the food, a surge of frustration rising in her chest. "Yes, but no thanks. I can't think about food right now. I need to talk to you. I—"

Vanessa turned, smiling faintly. "Don't worry, I'll tell you everything you want to know. But first, let's eat. You've been off your feet for two days—"

"I don't want to eat!" Nadia snapped, her irritation flaring as she stood, her voice sharper than intended. "Why are you acting like this is normal? This is not normal! Do you have any idea what I've been through? How destroyed I've been since finding out that you're not who I thought you were? Who Dad thought you were! I don't want breakfast. I don't want coffee. I want to talk!"

Vanessa's expression softened as she sighed, placing the coffee pot back on the warmer. She slowly turned around, her face unreadable.

"So, Raphael followed through with his threat?"

Nadia nodded, heart pounding in her chest. "Yeah. Why aren't you going to fight back? Or let Gabriel help you?"

Vanessa's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Nadia said, her voice quiet but firm. "I found the letters. You left them for me, didn't you?"

"No," Vanessa said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I left them for me. They're mementos of my old life."