Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"So, what's the plan?" Nadia asked, snapping her seatbelt into place after teleporting into the passenger's seat of Bobby's car. She glanced at him, arms crossed, the weight of the situation making her normally calm demeanor feel a little more frazzled.

"Well, if they really are under the siren's spell," Bobby started, his hands gripping the steering wheel, "all we gotta do is stab the siren with a bronze knife covered in one of the boys' blood."

"That is if the siren's even still around," Nadia said, her brow furrowed. "Doesn't the thing disappear after making the vic commit murder?"

Bobby sighed, his gaze flickering to the rearview mirror. "Let's try to think positively. Hopefully, the boys aren't already tearin' each other apart."

Nadia let out a breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as she stared out the window. The darkness outside the car seemed to mirror the storm in her mind.

"Right, sorry," she muttered, feeling the weight of her own thoughts.

Bobby noticed the shift in her mood. He shot her a quick glance before asking, "What's goin' on with you and Dean?"

Nadia hesitated, the truth sitting heavily on her tongue. She swallowed, trying to steady herself. "Short version?" she started, her voice tight with the frustration of it all. "I figured out something about Sam. He doesn't know I know. I tend to find out a lot of things now that I'm an angel and all." She paused, feeling the shift in the air as Bobby waited for more. "Anyway, what I know about him? He promised Dean he wouldn't do it. Dean found out yesterday, realized I knew, and now he's pissed that I didn't tell him."

Bobby's eyes narrowed as he grumbled under his breath. "Those boys."

Nadia chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on the passing darkness outside. "They're something, aren't they?"

Bobby sighed, shaking his head as he kept his focus on the road. "Lord knows I love 'em like they came from my own loins, but don't let them put you in the middle of their mess. I admit, sometimes you gotta get in between and knock some sense into them. But other times? It's best to just step back and let them figure it out on their own."

Nadia raised an eyebrow, a bitter chuckle escaping her. "Yeah, I'm sure Dean will take that very well."

"He'll get over it," Bobby said, a hint of fond exasperation in his voice. "He can't use you to snitch on his brother, and he shouldn't want to put you in that position. You gotta be careful what you tell either of those boys, especially when their minds aren't in the right place." He glanced at her again, his expression serious. "Winchesters tend to shoot first and ask questions later."

Nadia muttered, almost to herself, "Yeah, I've noticed that." She looked back out the window, the weight of her thoughts settling in once more. Bobby's words about the brothers stuck in her mind. 

The mission was clear: Track down Cara Roberts. Dean had Nick follow the doctor, who, despite her time with Sam, was still looking for some fun.

Cara had hopped into a taxi and made her way to a local pub. Hands tucked into the pockets of her black trench coat, she entered the establishment, oblivious to Nick keeping a sharp eye on her from his parked car.

Dean had just arrived and slid into the passenger seat of Nick's car, giving him a quick nod.

"She went in just a second ago," Nick said, his voice low, his eyes never leaving the bar.

"Nice work," Dean replied with a glance at the pub through the windshield. He squinted slightly, studying the scene. 

"Should we follow her in?"