Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"Have a good day," the cashier said with a smile, handing Nadia the receipt for her breakfast order.

"You too," Nadia replied, taking the flimsy paper with her pinky finger. Her hands were already full—gripping a hot coffee in one hand, and balancing a greasy paper bag of breakfast sandwiches in the other. Dean still hadn't said much about the events from the night before, and she wasn't sure how to break the silence. She hoped the food would lift his spirits, even if just a little.

As she stepped outside the coffee shop, heading toward the street, she bumped into Anna. The older angel had clearly been waiting for her.

"How is he?" Anna asked, her tone soft, eyes searching Nadia's face.

"Not good," Nadia replied, her gaze distant as they began walking together, their steps naturally falling into sync. "But I think he'll pull through. I hope at least."

Anna nodded, sadness clouding her expression as she noticed the subtle worry in Nadia's eyes. "Have you talked to Castiel?"

"Yeah, why?"

"He came to me..." Anna hesitated, her voice lowering with concern. "He's considering disobedience."

"Is he?" Nadia's voice betrayed a hint of surprise. "I thought he'd be all in with the mission."

"He asked for help on what to do." Anna's words were careful, measured.

"What'd you tell him?"

"I told him he needed to figure it out on his own."

Nadia gave a soft laugh, though it lacked any humor. "The ol' tough love bit, huh?" She shook her head, then added, "He came to me too. Asking for help, I mean."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "What'd you tell him?"

"I told him to follow his doubt," Nadia said with a small sigh. "I'm sure he'll figure out soon enough that his buddy Uriel's a snake in sheep's clothing."

Anna's steps faltered slightly. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face Nadia fully. "Wait."

Nadia halted too, looking back at Anna with a raised brow. "What?"

"You think Uriel's involved in all this?" Anna asked, her voice quiet but urgent.

"There's no doubt in my mind," Nadia replied firmly. "The guy's been MIA since they put Dean on the job. If Dean's so important, if the angels need him so badly, Uriel should've been there to protect him just like Castiel was. I'd be hunting the son of a bitch myself if it weren't for Dean."

Anna's eyes narrowed as she thought it over. Nadia's shoulders slumped, an exhausted sigh escaping her lips. "What now?"

"If Uriel is involved," Anna said slowly, "and Castiel confronts him... he might kill him."

Nadia's stomach tightened. "Just like he tried to kill you, kill me." Her voice became quieter as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together in her mind. "Just like... he probably killed those other angels."

Anna's expression shifted, a flicker of shock passing through her. "Capturing Alastair, blaming demons—"

"It's the perfect deflection..." Nadia's voice trailed off as she processed the implications.

Anna shook her head slightly, confusion clouding her gaze. "But why? I get why he'd want to kill us. I fell, you're a Nephilim, but those other angels... why? What's his endgame?"

Nadia hesitated, then gave a small, resigned shrug. "I guess we'll find out." She glanced down at the bag of food she was still holding. "I'm gonna drop this off for the boys. I'll meet you back at the meat plant."