Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia and Jo hadn't exactly planned where they'd be going, but when they stopped to fuel up, the gas station cashier mentioned a lively party town called Ravenford just a couple of hours away.

The spontaneous idea lit a spark between them, and they made up their minds to check it out. After a few hours on the road, they pulled up to a dimly lit motel on the edge of town, tossed their bags into the room, and started getting ready.

From the bathroom, Jo was applying eyeliner to her lower lid. "I'm not even sure what to say," she murmured.

Nadia had finally opened up to her about everything—Michael, her conflicted role, the stress mounting like a storm cloud on her shoulders.

"I know," Nadia said, finishing up the lacing on her rugged combat boots. "It's a lot."

Nadia was borrowing one of Jo's tops—a brown V-neck Butterfly Tie Front Long Sleeve Blouse that tied at the front, with a black tank underneath.

Her shorts were perfectly distressed and paired with the well-worn boots that had seen a few hunts of their own. She'd pinned her locs up into a ponytail, leaving two dangling in front of her face.

"How are you and the boys even holding it together right now?" Jo asked, switching to mascara.

Nadia leaned in the bathroom doorway, crossing her arms. "We're not," she admitted, her voice low. "Sam's dealing with his own crap, Dean and I... we're distant. Mentally, anyway. And the apocalypse is still bearing down."

Jo paused, putting down her mascara. She looked Nadia over with genuine concern. "Have you at least thought about telling Dean about Michael?"

"Every day," Nadia said with a scoff, her voice heavy with frustration.

"What's stopping you?"

"What isn't?" Nadia laughed bitterly. "There's the fact that I want to protect him from the inevitable guilt of knowing he's destined for a sacrifice. Then there's my duty—to the world, to the family, to you and your mom. There's this faint hope that maybe we'll end this whole mess before he has to even think about it."

She paused, licking her lips. "And then... I'm scared it'll break us apart, that he'll start questioning everything about me. I've always been the honest one, Jo, and now here I am... sleeping next to him every night with this secret. And if that wasn't enough? I've got this new fear that I could manipulate him. It's like I can't even trust myself anymore."

Jo reached out, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. You don't even know if you can manipulate people, and even if you could, it's not something you'd do lightly. You're too good, Nadia. You wouldn't just take someone's free will without thinking it through. You wanna know what I think?"

"What?"

"If it's true, if you actually have this ability, you can control it. You've learned to control everything else about being what you are. You've never abused the power you have; if anything, you barely use it. Give yourself some credit, okay?"

Nadia leaned back against the bathroom doorway, releasing a long breath. "You think my mom used it on my dad?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable.

Jo gave her a sympathetic look. "Hey, don't go down that road. You're just going to spiral."

Nadia nods, quietly.

"Now." Jo fluffed her hair in the mirror, glancing at Nadia with a playful grin. "Now, how do I look?"

Jo was dressed in a fitted white crop top that hugged her frame, paired with skintight jeans and her favorite boots. She struck a dramatic pose, angling one hand to her hip.