Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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November '08 - Thanksgiving Day

The gang's all here. Bobby and Dad are probably still bickering over the turkey. Ellen and Irene are in the kitchen, warming up the dishes. Sam and Dean are outside throwing the football with Ben, while Jo's sitting on the porch, waiting for me to bring her a beer.

I couldn't resist getting an entry in before dinner.

I've been thinking about Mom—a lot. Especially after I found that photo. I can't make any decisions about my Grace until I get some answers from her.

There's only one way I know to do that.

It might be a bad idea. But I don't see another choice.

Nadia closes her journal with a pensive sigh, sliding it under her pillow before following the delicious aromas of Thanksgiving dishes to the kitchen.

"You guys need any help?"

"We're good, honey. Everything will be ready soon," Irene says, pulling a pan of sizzling mac and cheese from the oven.

"Actually, can you check on your daddy and Bobby? Make sure they're not burnin' the turkey?" Ellen asks.

"Will do." Nadia grabs two beers from the fridge and heads outside.

Bobby and Rufus had managed to get the turkey in the fryer, and now they stood over it like hawks, watching for any sign that the bird might fly away, hot oil dripping from its limbs.

"How's the turkey going?" Nadia asks, startling them. They were so focused they hadn't seen her coming.

"Perfect! Great!" Bobby gives a thumbs up.

"Told you we know what we're doin'," Rufus says with a smirk.

"You did, you did," Nadia nods, ignoring their nervousness. Getting it in was only half the battle. They still had to get it out.

Dean tosses the football to Ben. As the twelve-year-old leaps to catch it, Nadia sneaks up behind him. She catches the ball with the two beers tucked under her arms and tosses it back to a stunned Dean.

"What? Who do you think was throwing the ball with him when my dad was on the road?" Nadia laughs, hopping up to sit on the trunk of the Impala next to Jo.

"Dude," Sam smirks. "Marry her."

"Don't tempt me with a good time, Sammy," Dean grins back.

Jo takes a sip of her beer, eyes glinting with amusement as she watches Dean's starry-eyed expression.

"Don't say it," Nadia warns, blushing as she glances down. "I already know. He's—"

"You got Dean Winchester to show up for a Thanksgiving dinner. That's huge. Dude avoids mushy stuff like this on purpose. Keep it up, and you might just make him a family man."

"I'm not trying to change him," Nadia rolls her eyes.

"It's not a bad thing. It's good for him. You could be good for him."

"Could?" Nadia arches a brow.

"Look, I was all about the whole Winchester love train, but after you showed me that photo—"

Nadia looks away, setting her beer down.

"If that photo is what I think it is, then everything with Dean and the whole 'saving the world' thing becomes a lot more real."

"I know."

"And while he loves playing the hero, there's always a cost. If it means losing Sam, or you, he might not do what's necessary. We're talking about the apocalypse here. Seems pretty straightforward—if the angels need Dean, he's probably the only way."