Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Dean sat on the trunk of the Impala, gazing up at the endless night sky. Nadia mirrored his silence at his side, both of them lost in heavy thoughts. The weight of all they'd been through seemed to settle over them, and the dread of Lilith showing up any minute only made it worse.

Nadia covered her mouth to stifle a yawn. All she wanted was to sleep, to magically escape this town, Chuck, and all of it—if only for a few hours.

Dean glanced at her. "Nothing on your mind?"

"Other than the impending arrival of Lilith?" She shook her head thoughtfully. "Not really. Why?"

He shrugged. "I dunno... I'd guess this is probably the part in the story where we share a heart-to-heart, remind each other not to get dragged down by our crappy realities."

Nadia managed a half-smile. "Guess you're right." She considered it. "You got anything?"

Dean let out a soft chuckle. "Nothing. . . . Is being equally hopeless considered a heart-to-heart?"

"I mean..." Nadia paused, giving it a moment's thought. "If we're both wholeheartedly fed up with everything. I'd say it counts."

Dean shook his head, a laugh slipping out despite everything. Nadia laughed too, the sound brief but genuine. For a second, it felt like they'd shaken off the weight. But as soon as their laughter faded, reality pressed back in, and they found themselves watching the sky once more, tension creeping into their gazes.

Nadia's fingers tightened around his. "There has to be something we can do... even if we're just prolonging the inevitable."

Dean looked over at her, catching the desperate spark in her eyes. Her words seemed to reignite the last bit of his own fading hope. Getting off the trunk, he let out a breath.

"Alright," he reached out his hand to her. "Come here."

Nadia took his hand, landing on her feet with a puzzled look. "What are you up to?"

Dean held her hands gently but firmly. "Bow your head."

She looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Bow my head? What are we doing? Praying?"

He pressed his lips together, avoiding her gaze. "Yeah. We're praying."

Nadia's lips twitched as she tried to hide a smile. Dean Winchester, the ultimate skeptic, praying for help. But he wasn't just praying—he'd asked her to pray with him. She realized he was letting his guard down in a way he hardly ever did.

Without another word, she bowed her head and closed her eyes.

Dean shifted his weight and let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright, uh... Well, I feel stupid doing this. But I'm fresh out of options here," he said, looking skyward. "So please, I need some help."

When nothing happened, Dean raised his voice, his eyes narrowing. "I'm praying, okay? Come on. Please."

They waited in silence, but there was no reply. Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Knew it was pointless."

Nadia turns his head so he looks her in the eyes, giving him a warm smile. "No, it wasn't. Prayer is a sign of faith, Dean." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek before pulling away. "I'll be back."

He blinked at her, thrown. "Where are you goin'?"

She shrugged. "To get snacks and coffee. I want to be all bushy-tailed and ready when Lilith shows up. There's a mini-mart a few blocks down."

Dean frowned, not entirely sold on the idea. "Just take the car."

She shook her head. "I'd rather walk. Clear my head a bit. I'll be back before you know it. Want anything?"