Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia pushed the elevator button, her nerves fraying as she glanced around. She shouldn't have come back to Sandover, not with her uncle lurking in the shadows. But after much internal debate, she knew she had to speak to Dean.

The elevator doors slid open, and her gaze immediately locked with Sam's. He was holding a box, looking... happy.

Sam raised an eyebrow, his lips parting to say her name, but Nadia's heart sank. She'd never told him who she was. They'd never properly introduced themselves.

"Nadia. Sam, right?"

"Yeah." He stepped out of the elevator, letting someone else in. "You're Dean's assistant."

"I was," she corrected him, shifting uncomfortably. "I... uh, quit. Sort of. I mean, I don't really feel comfortable working at a place where one guy fried his head in the microwave and another jabbed himself in the neck with a pencil."

Sam chuckled, a bit awkwardly. "Fair enough. If it makes you feel better, though, I don't think there'll be anything like that going on anymore."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah." Sam lifted his chin slightly, a sense of pride in his voice.

"Well, I won't ask for the details. I'll just take your word for it." She gave a slight nod. "Good luck out there, Sam." With that, Nadia hit the button again, calling the elevator.

"Who are you?" Sam asked, a puzzled look crossing his face. "I mean, you encouraged me to follow my instinct. I assume it was you who got Dean to call me. Why? Did you know about the ghost? Did you know we'd solve the case?"

Nadia hesitated, her eyes darkening slightly as she spoke. "I knew about the ghost. I wasn't sure about you two at first. And... I might have planted some seeds, nudged things along a little. But I'd never take credit for what's always been within you."

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Nadia stepped inside, the weight of Sam's questions still lingering in the air.

"That doesn't answer my question about who you are," Sam frowned.

"I'm an angel." Nadia smiled softly, her glowing eyes the last thing Sam saw before the doors slid shut.

As the elevator ascended, Nadia's heart hammered in her chest. The closer she got to Dean's floor, the more she felt the weight of what she needed to say. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her nerves. The angel wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting. She only knew that after what Zachariah had said, she had to see him.

Nadia stepped off the elevator and made her way to Dean's office. The door was open when she arrived, but she knocked anyway, a lingering sense of hesitation creeping in.

"Sarah?" Dean's voice cracked slightly as he stood quickly, his posture defensive.

He wore a black suit, a white and light blue striped dress shirt beneath it, paired with a light blue and gray plaid tie. She assumed his suspenders matched. They always did.

"What are you doing here? Adler said you quit because you were freaked out by the murders."

"Of course he did." Nadia shook her head, frustration flaring inside her.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing..." She trailed off, locking eyes with him. A rush of memories flooded her, making her skin flush with warmth. She remembered the way they had looked at each other before, how his lips had felt on hers. Before she knew it, she was shutting the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" Dean's frown deepened as he watched her.

Ignoring him, Nadia closed the blinds and turned to face him, joining him behind his desk.