Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Since returning from the past, Nadia had been unusually quiet, her attention always on Mellie. The brunette remained unconscious in the angel's bed, oblivious to how much her world had just changed.

Nadia sat beside her, clutching her mother's jacket against her chest. Their reunion hadn't gone as she'd hoped, but she treasured the chance to see her again.

Her fingers traced the embroidered flowers on the jacket, her gaze shifting to Mellie. She had thought about waking her, but the words she'd need to say weren't ready yet, and she felt responsible—after all, the demons had come looking for her.

"I'm gonna talk to her," Nadia could hear Rufus' voice from outside the cabin.

"No, let her have time," Irene responded.

"Time? It's been hours already!" Rufus' tone was sharp.

"I'm worried," said Dean. "She's been too quiet. Too still."

"Irene's right," Sam added. "Give her time. Angel stuff is a lot to process, and her uncle put a hit out on her."

"'Uncle.' That's so weird," Irene muttered.

"Tell me about it," Dean scoffed.

Nadia stood up, leaving the jacket on the chair. She closed the door behind her softly, then walked into the living room.

Ben lay sprawled on the couch, playing with one of his blades. When he heard her footsteps, he jumped up in a panic, trying to stash the weapon in his pocket.

"It's just me," Nadia said, her voice calm.

Ben exhaled in relief. "You good?"

Without answering, Nadia headed outside. She could hear her family's voices from around the corner, too busy discussing her to notice her presence.

"If I can hear a prayer from ten years in the past, what makes you think I can't hear this?" She crossed her arms over her chest, poking out her hip.

The conversation halted as they all looked over at her.

"We don't mean to talk behind your back," Irene began. "We're just worried."

"And we need to know what happened with your mother," Rufus said bluntly.

"And how you're doing, sweetheart," Irene added with a softer tone.

Nadia rolled her eyes, looking away, then sighed.

"Hey, Robin," Dean spoke up, trying to offer her a way out. "If you don't wanna talk, we get it. But just... let us know you're okay."

"I don't know if I am," Nadia said honestly. "I didn't get a choice in any of this. I didn't choose this grace, this life. But when I heard Ben's prayer, I couldn't ignore it. I don't regret saving you, but... this whole angel thing—" She rubbed her face in frustration. "And everything we're up against—it's just a lot."

"What's it feel like?" Sam asked gently.

Nadia looked down at her hands, unsure how to put it into words. "It's like... being more of myself. A smarter, stronger version. The moment I took my grace, it was like the answers to everything just—boom—downloaded into my head. I know things I didn't before, languages I've never heard, angels I've never met. And my strength? I almost killed that girl just by tossing her. I didn't do it—my power did."

"She was possessed," Rufus reminded her. "Don't blame yourself for that."

"Yeah, but I'm still afraid," Nadia admitted. "Afraid I might hurt you guys. Or worse."