Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"So, an angel named—"

"Zachariah."

"Right, Zachariah," Nadia murmured, her voice soft as she sat between Dean's legs. He carefully twisted her hair, adding a clip at the root before moving on to the next section.

It was the first time he'd done her hair, and she appreciated the gesture—she'd been too exhausted to do it herself lately.

"He put you in some alternate world... where you and Sam didn't know each other? Where you worked corporate jobs?"

Dean nodded, his hands steady and his eyes focused. "Yeah, kinda surreal. It was all messed up, though—me and Sammy were just regular guys, working the 9-to-5. But you... you were there too. You were pretending to be my assistant, hired by Zachariah. I didn't know, of course. You pushed me to dig into the case, even when I didn't want to."

Nadia processed this for a moment, nodding slowly. "How'd I look?"

Dean smirked. "Your hair was different. Even in a professional setting, you had me droolin'."

Nadia smiled, a warm laugh escaping her lips.

"Okay," she said, taking a breath and trying to process everything. "So, Zachariah's whole point was to show you that no matter what you do, this life was the one you'd always end up in?"

"Yeah, even us."

Nadia froze at that, her chest tightening. Dean noticed her tension and slowly pulled his hands from her hair as she turned around to face him.

"Us?"

"Yeah," he said, wiping some leftover loc gel from his hands with a towel. "In the other world, you told me you were always meant to be my guardian angel. But when we fell for each other, we threw a wrench in their plan."

Nadia's stomach dropped, the weight of his words settling in. What if the alternate version of her had said something she was withholding from Dean?

"What else did she say?"

Dean hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Pretty much what we already know. The angels have some big plan for me. She didn't know all the details, though. She would've told me if she did."

"She didn't?" Nadia asked, a glimmer of hope rising in her chest.

Dean shook his head. "No. She said they keep her on the outside. She lived as an angel, but because you're half-human, she wasn't allowed to know the important stuff."

Dean's face shifted as if he were remembering something else.

"What is it?" Nadia asked.

He looked at her, his eyes far away for a second. "She told me that if whatever they want from me ends up costing me you, or anyone else I care about, I have to make sure it's worth it. She said the angels were made to follow rules, no matter the circumstances—and that's what made her different than them."

Nadia blinked, taking in the gravity of that. She could feel the weight of those words hanging between them, even though part of her didn't want to admit it.

"What?" Dean asked, catching the shift in her expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." she said, but her voice was small, like she was holding something back. She hated that she even had to say it, but the thoughts had been weighing on her. "It's just... Even in an alternate world, I know I lose you."

Dean's eyes widened, and he immediately closed the distance between them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, pulling her into his arms. "You're not gonna lose me."