When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
Chuck had cleaned himself up a bit, having showered and put on fresh clothes, though he hadn't bothered to tidy the living room. Dean sat on a stool, with Nadia standing between his legs, her back pressed against his chest. The angel took in the messy living space—the worn-out couch and the clutter of trash scattered on the coffee and side tables.
Why would she have ever been in a place like this?
Chuck was hiding something; she could sense it. He played the innocent, quirky, anxious writer well, but if he could write things about her that even she didn't remember... he had to know more than he was letting on.
Chuck walked into the living room holding his latest manuscript. He said nothing, standing there awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"So...," Sam began, leaning against the mantel, his arms crossed and his eyes wide with expectation. "You wrote another chapter?"
"This was all so much easier before you were real," Chuck admitted, gesturing with his hands, visibly uncomfortable.
"We can take it," Dean assured him, casually placing his hands on Nadia's hips and tracing gentle circles with his thumbs. "Just spit it out."
Chuck's hand trembled slightly as he glanced at Dean.
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"I didn't like hell," Dean replied matter-of-factly.
Chuck glanced briefly at Nadia, quickly averting his gaze. "It's Lilith," he sighed. "She's coming for Sam."
Nadia clutched Dean's hand on her hip, feeling him tense behind her.
Dean blinked, almost speechless. "Wait a minute, coming to kill him?"
"When?" Sam asked, stepping forward, an almost bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.
Nadia bit the inside of her cheek, fighting back an eye-roll at his eagerness.
"Tonight," Chuck replied, shuffling his feet, clearly unnerved by Sam's intensity.
"She's coming here?" Nadia asked, her voice calm and steady, the only one of the three seemingly unaffected by the news. She had never faced Lilith, but despite the demon's terrifying power, Nadia's recent moods had her feeling a bit more scrappy than Sam—but scrappy nonetheless.
Chuck grabbed his glasses off the coffee table, slipping them on as he sank onto the couch. "Uh... let's see..." He cleared his throat, flipping through the manuscript until he found the right page. "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."
"Ew," Nadia mouthed, while Dean's eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared off his forehead.
Sam laughed briefly but stopped when he realized no one else found it funny. "You're kidding me, right?"
"You think this is funny?" Dean asked, shooting him a hard look.
"You don't?" Sam tilted his head at him. "I mean, come on -"
