"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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[LATE SEASON 3 - SEASON 4]
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I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL. ONLY MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND PLOT.
Dean stared quietly at the notification on his phone. There he was sitting at a table in a strip club; the music was loud and half-naked girls were everywhere you looked. Yet, thoughts of Nadia drowned out temptations.
Dean felt guilty for ignoring her but Sam was already hiding things from him; add Nadia to the list and there was no one he could trust.
Between the apocalypse, the angels and still healing from his time in Hell, Dean was in a vulnerable place.
He couldn't handle being betrayed by the people he cared about.
"You good, dude?" Nick pushed a shot across the table.
"Yeah, sorry," Dean put his phone away, remembering where he was, who he was with, and their 'name the music artist' game.
They take a shot together.
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"You Shook Me."
"Oh," Dean shrugged arrogantly. "Sixty-nine, debut album, written by Willie Dixon."
Nick nods, "and . . . ?"
"And what?"
"Written by Willie Dixon and J.B. Lenoir."
Dean laughed, looking away. He was having a really good time with Nick. It was as if they were the same person. They liked the same music, food, and cars. He and Sam hadn't been on the most positive terms since he got back, so Nick was a breath of fresh air.
