Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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The moon illuminated the dark sky, casting various shades of blue over the landscape. A chill hung in the air—not sharp, but enough to make a person shiver. Nadia stood across the street, her gaze fixed on Sam and Dean as they disappeared into Sandover Bridge and Iron Inc. Suddenly, a presence washed over her, the flutter of wings filling her ears.

"You didn't return my message."

"Sorry, I got distracted." Nadia turned to face Zachariah. "Everything's going according to plan. They should be finished with the ghost any minute now."

"Perfect." Zachariah stood with his arms behind his back, his gray eyebrows arching. "You're troubled... Care to—"

"Well, since you brought it up," Nadia interrupted, "do I know him?"

"Him?"

"Dean." She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Have we met before?"

"Of course not—"

"I have memories of us... together. And—"

"Protect and guide. Your only instruction." Zachariah's expression hardened, his voice turning cold. "Falling for him was not."

"Excuse me?" Nadia frowned, her confusion turning to frustration.

"This is bigger than you and your little crush. If I were you, I'd get your priorities straight."

"W-w-what are you talking about?" Nadia stuttered, her confusion deepening.

Realizing he'd said too much, Zachariah adjusted his tone. His face softened, but his eyes remained unyielding. "Don't let a little crush get in the way of his destiny."

"But—I—"

"You're no longer needed, Nadia. You're dismissed."

With a sudden flap of his wings, Zachariah was gone before Nadia could say another word.

"Set your cell phone to walkie-talkie in case we get separated," Dean says, pulling his Blackberry from its waist holster. Sam quickly follows suit, whipping his phone out of his pocket.

"How the hell are we gonna find some ancient speck of DNA in a skyscraper?"

"Well, that creepy storeroom used to be Sandover's office, right?" Dean presses the button for floor fourteen.

They move through room 1444, going through the piles of old paperwork and boxes. Dean searches the shelves, while Sam rifles through the drawers of an old desk. They're so focused on their search that neither of them notices the security guard who enters the room, quietly making his way toward Sam.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The guard's voice startles Sam, making him jump to his feet.

Dean ducks behind a shelf, quickly disappearing from view.

"Uhh... nothing. I just—"

"Come with me," the guard demands, grabbing Sam by the arm and dragging him out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Man, listen," Sam tries to reason, as the guard pulls him down the hall. "Look. It's okay. I—I work here."

"Whatever. Tell it to the cops."

The guard marches him to the elevator, slapping the "down" button. The doors open instantly, and they step inside. They descend in silence, though Sam is clearly annoyed. It's quiet for a moment, until the weather screen on the elevator wall begins to flicker and go static.

Sam frowns, noticing it first. Both their breaths become visible. The guard glances at Sam, now equally puzzled. Suddenly, the elevator lurches to a screeching halt, throwing them both against the walls.