Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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It had been a rough start to "opposite day," but Dean was sticking with it. After lunch, he checked them into the Toreador Motel—the sleaziest spot in Kripke Hollow.

As Dean pulled into a parking spot, Sam looked around, taking in the seedy surroundings with a grimace. "Dude, this place charges by the hour," he said, his voice full of distaste.

"Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel," Dean replied, unfazed.

Sam rolled his eyes as Nadia glanced out the window just in time to catch a hooker and her client passing by. With a wry grin, she muttered, "So that's why we're staying at the Hooker Inn."

Dean looked over his shoulder, giving her a wink. "Opposite day, remember?"

Once inside the room, Dean wasted no time. He started planting hex bags. Meanwhile, Nadia stood in the middle of the room, crossing her arms as she took in the tacky decor: walls painted a headache-inducing shade of pink and beds dressed in leopard-print blankets that looked like they'd survived way too much. She wasn't exactly high-maintenance, but even she had her limits.

Sam watched his brother with a frown. "What are you doing?"

"A couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room," Dean replied, stuffing one into a particularly shady-looking corner.

"So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?"

Dean looked at Sam like he was stating the obvious. "That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay?" He pointed at him. "And no research. I don't care what you do—use the magic fingers or watch Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View."

Nadia gave an exaggerated sigh. "please put a sock on the door if you get that bored," she muttered, eyeing the stained carpet.

Dean ignored her, noticing Sam's satchel on the table. He pulled out this laptop, ignoring the groan his brother let out as he stepped forward. "Oh, dude, come on."

Dean tucked the laptop under his arm, raising a hand to stop him. "Just call it a little insurance," he said, giving him a half-smirk.

Sam huffed, jaw clenched as frustration simmered in his eyes.

"And what are we gonna do?" Nadia asked, crossing her arms with a brow raised.

"According to the manuscript," Dean said, "we spend all day riding around in the Impala. So we're gonna go park her."

"Great," Nadia looked at Sam. "Good luck," she said, heading out first.

Dean turned to follow but paused at the door, looking back at Sam with a pointed stare. "Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn." He flashed a proud, mischievous smile before shutting the door.

The plan had sounded simple, but Dean hated leaving the Impala out of sight. He parked a few blocks away, checking and rechecking the doors like an anxious parent at kindergarten drop-off.

"The car will be fine," Nadia quipped, arms crossed.

Dean reluctantly took a step back. "You're right," he said, mostly to himself. But he hesitated. "One more time," he muttered, heading back to check the door again.

"Dean!" Nadia groaned, exasperated.

"Okay, okay!" he relented, finally stepping back for good. Still, as they walked across the street, he stole quick glances at the Impala, as though she might vanish the moment he turned his back.

Nadia shook her head.

Dean turned to her with a soft smile. "Don't be jealous of her," he murmured, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her temple.