Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia paced slowly along the side of the road, her boots crunching softly against the gravel, the empty stretch of land ahead of her a blur of tall, rustling grass.

The night was cold for spring, but the chill didn't seem to touch her; her mind was elsewhere, too preoccupied to notice the sharp gusts of wind whipping around her. Her thoughts raced, frantic, bouncing between the breaking seals, Sam, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that was creeping in at the edges of her awareness.

The flutter of wings made her stop in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat. She turned quickly, a wave of relief washing over her as she saw Anna step into view, her red hair shimmering in the moonlight like fire. Anna's posture was tense, her face tight with the same anxious frustration that Nadia was feeling.

"What is going on?" Nadia asked, skipping the usual pleasantries. There was no time for small talk now, not when everything was unraveling. "Where are the angels? Seals are breaking faster than they ever have."

Anna's expression darkened, her eyes flicking to the horizon before returning to Nadia. "I know." Her voice faltered, the urgency in her tone unmistakable. The panic was there, simmering just beneath the surface. "It's happening than anticipated."

"Usually, Castiel, somebody would drop in, give us some kind of lead or test." Nadia's frustration was clear, her voice rising slightly. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at Anna with pleading eyes. "Please, Anna, tell me you have something. Anything."

Anna opened her mouth, but no words came. Her gaze dropped, guilt and helplessness flashing across her face. She was as much of an outsider as Nadia, just another fugitive in this growing storm. She didn't have answers.

"I'm sorry," Anna said quietly, regret in her voice. "I only know about Sam. How's that going?"

Nadia scoffed, her laugh dry and humorless. She shook her head, the weight of everything pulling at her chest. "Oh, it's a grand time." She turned away, looking out at the vast, empty field, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion.

Anna hesitated before asking, "Have you spoken to Castiel?"

Nadia exhaled sharply. "No," she replied, turning back around to face the other woman. Her expression was heavy, troubled. "Dean said that he was different the last time they saw him. Saying he didn't serve humanity or Heaven."

"Sounds like they really got to him up there." Anna's tone was wry, but there was a worried edge to her words.

"I thought the same thing," Nadia murmured, her voice faltering as her thoughts turned inward. "Should I be worried? About him? About all of this? Are we really gonna lose?" Her voice cracked at the end, the vulnerability she'd been holding back threatening to spill over. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. "Was my mom right? Was all this for nothing?"

Anna reached out, her fingers gently taking Nadia's hand in a comforting gesture. The touch was grounding, a lifeline. "Hey," she said softly, her voice firm yet reassuring, "It's not over yet." She gave Nadia a small, reassuring smile, though her own eyes were shadowed with the weight of the coming battle. "I'll talk to Castiel and check back in with you. Okay?"

Nadia swallowed hard, blinking away the threat of tears before they could fall. She nodded her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. Okay. Thank you."

Nadia watched her, her heart heavy but grateful, as the angel disappeared into the night with the flutter of wings, leaving only the quiet of the darkened road in her wake.

The junkyard was quiet except for the occasional creak of rusted metal and the distant blare of a train horn cutting through the cold night air. Dean paced, his boots crunching against the gravel, his breath visible in the frigid chill. The moon hung high, casting a pale glow over the rows of battered cars and discarded machinery. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his nerves fraying with every passing second.