Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia sipped her coffee slowly, her gaze flicking between Madison and Jo.

Madison looked worn down, her hands tightly gripping her tea cup as if it were the only thing holding her steady. Jo, on the other hand, was halfway through her breakfast, but her chewing slowed as she watched Madison, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and patience.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Madison spoke, her voice quiet and shaky. "It all started when my grandma got sick... cancer," she began, the words heavy with the weight of memory. "We sold our house and moved in to help her. My dad's her only child, and even though their relationship wasn't perfect, he couldn't just let her suffer alone."

Madison paused, her gaze dropping to her lap, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup nervously. Jo gave her a soft nod, silently urging her to continue.

"She got better for a while," Madison continued, her voice unsteady, "but after she passed, things started to change." She swallowed hard as if the words were hard to push out. "At first, it was small stuff—lights flickering, little noises at night. I thought I was just... distracted, you know? But then, it started to feel more real. Like something was watching us."

Jo raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing glance with Nadia. "Weird stuff usually means something's starting," Jo said, her voice low. "Keep going."

Madison's hands tightened around her cup, her knuckles turning white. "Last week, Dad was cooking, and he forgot a pan on the stove. The food started burning, and the smoke alarm went off. When he went to turn the stove off..." She took a shaky breath. "That's when she appeared."

Nadia's brows knitted in concern as she leaned forward. "Appeared? Like, physically?"

"Yeah," Madison whispered, her eyes wide with the memory. "For a second, it was like she was really there. But... it wasn't her. She was angry—so angry. Her face was twisted. And then, out of nowhere, she threw my dad across the room. He hit the wall so hard, he broke his arm and bruised some ribs. He's in the hospital now."

A heavy silence settled over the table as Jo and Nadia absorbed the gravity of Madison's words.

Nadia cleared her throat, her voice soft with concern. "I'm sorry, but... are you saying she died in the house?"

Madison nodded, her face creasing with a mix of sorrow and fear. Nadia let out a sharp breath of discomfort, her mind racing with questions.

"Don't mind her," Jo teased, though her smile was soft. "She's just afraid of haunted houses."

"Not afraid," Nadia corrected quickly. "Just ... very uncomfortable."

Jo snorted, pushing her plate aside and resting her chin on her hands as she processed the information. "So it's not just small stuff anymore. It's dangerous now. Pretty sure you're dealing with a vengeful spirit."

Madison swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "Vengeful? That doesn't make any sense. Grandma was the sweetest person I knew. She never... hurt anyone. She loved us. Why would she do this? Why would she hurt Dad?"

Nadia's expression softened, and she reached across the table, gently placing her hand over Madison's. "Sometimes, spirits get stuck—trapped between this world and the next. They don't know how to let go of things. It doesn't mean she didn't love you or your dad, but sometimes the connection to a place, a memory—it gets tangled up. Your dad's probably feeling it too."

Jo nodded, her tone more serious now. "We need to talk to him. He might know something that can help us understand what's going on."

Madison gave a shaky nod, her eyes looking a bit steadier. "I didn't know who else to turn to. When we talked back in Indiana, you mentioned handling a ghost once, Nadia. I thought maybe... you could help me too."