Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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After talking to Jim Jenkins, Dean returned to the motel to dig into Greybull's recent deaths. Sam, meanwhile, was off questioning the other survivors who had narrowly escaped death.

It was about five o'clock when Dean's phone buzzed on the table. Nadia's name flashed across the screen. She was two hours ahead in Canaan. 

He picked it up, leaning back in the chair. "Hey, Robin." 

"Hey, Batman," came her familiar voice, though there was a hint of weariness in her tone. 

They briefly discussed the case, exchanging updates, before Nadia shifted the conversation. 

"So... something happened last night," she admitted. 

Dean frowned. "What happened?" 

"Ben," she said, her voice heavy with guilt. "I found out he's been sneaking out, trying to impress his friends with knives and lore books. Officer Rogers caught him in the woods. Apparently, this isn't the first time." 

Dean whistled low. "Damn. You okay?" 

"Not really," she admitted. 

"Listen, babe, I'm gonna tell you what you always tell me," Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You can't be so hard on yourself." 

"Nice try, but in this case, I can, Dean. You know why? Because I've saved so many people, and yet my little brother has been drowning for God knows how long. I should've known. I convinced myself that, though things hadn't been great, he had it better than me. He has a mom, and he knows about monsters, but he's not growing up in it. I mean, I was kidnapped by demons and—" 

"Robin." Dean cut her off gently. "At the end of the day, he's still a hunter's kid. We're a weird bunch. Stand out even when we don't want to." 

"That doesn't make me feel better," she said dryly. 

Dean smirked. "Well, that doesn't really apply to you." 

"And what's that supposed to mean?" 

"Everyone likes you, Nadia. Whether they want to or not. It's the angel thing. You could isolate all you want, but people still find themselves drawn to you. They ask themselves: *'Is it the gorgeous face? That smile?'*" 

"Dean," she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice. 

"Maybe it's your determination. Or the way you're always ready to help. Or—" 

"What's your point, Batman?" 

Dean grinned. "Well, the point was to make you smile, which I accomplished. My *other* point is: now that you know what Ben's been going through, you can do better as a sister. That's all you can do." 

"Yeah... Hey, when we have kids, let's include them in everything. Keep that line of communication open, you know?" 

Dean blinked, his eyebrows shooting up. "*We?*" 

Nadia chuckled nervously. "I mean, I'm not saying we're gonna have kids one day. But you are the only person I'm sleeping with, so if it happens, you're the baby's father." 

Dean leaned back, grinning thoughtfully. "Well, when you put it like that... sounds like a plan." 

"Okay, good. Uh, anyway!" Nadia cleared her throat awkwardly, making Dean smile. "How are things with you and Sam?" 

At the mention of his brother, Dean's mood soured. He sighed and sat up. 

"That bad?" 

"It's not bad," he said carefully. "I mean, we're working together, but..."