Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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The air outside the Dubois House was thick—not just with the sticky heat of a Louisiana morning, but with the weight of unsaid words and reluctant goodbyes. The early sun cast a warm, golden light over the yard, illuminating the scattered chairs and mason jars left behind from last night's gathering. Bobby's truck sat parked by the dusty road, its engine rumbling unevenly, as though it shared the same reluctance to leave.

Walter, Claire, and the rest of the Dubois family stood in a loose line near the porch, their faces a mix of gratitude and quiet concern. Camille, Pearl, Bernice, and even little Savannah lingered nearby, their expressions betraying their feelings more than any words ever could. Austin and Madison were off to the side, their quiet presence a reminder of the whirlwind that had brought everyone together in the past few days.

Nadia stood by Bobby, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She shifted her weight, an apologetic smile tugging at her lips. "I'm sorry we couldn't stay longer. I just really need to get back—"

Walter, with one arm draped around Claire, gave her a slow nod, his voice carrying that unmistakable Southern warmth. "We understand, darlin'. God's will you'll be back to visit us." His gaze slid pointedly to Bobby, who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Claire, ever the gracious hostess, added with a wide smile, "And bring Sam and Dean with ya next time. We'd love to have y'all."

"Thank you," Nadia replied earnestly. "And thank you for the hospitality. I had a good time."

One by one, the Dubois family closed the space between them, offering hugs and murmured farewells. When Nadia pulled back from Bernice's embrace, she found Austin standing before her, Madison at his side.

Austin's voice was low, a hint of emotion cracking through his usual calm. "I don't know how to thank you. And Jo. I owe y'all—both of you."

Nadia shook her head, brushing off his words. "You don't owe me a thing. Just take care of yourselves. Of each other." Her gaze shifted to Madison, who looked slightly uncomfortable under the attention. "And you," Nadia added with a teasing tone. "You remember our promise?"

Madison gave a small huff, crossing her arms but nodding. "Yeah. I'm gonna try."

The girl hesitated before continuing, her voice quieter. "And... thank you. I know I'm just some kid you happened to meet, but you've done more for me than anybody else would've."

Nadia's heart softened. "Of course," she said, her tone gentle. Then, with a teasing grin, she added, "Just try not to drive your daddy crazy, alright?"

"No promises," Madison shot back, her smirk making Austin laugh as he shook his head.

Standing quietly off to the side, Camille took a step forward. She hesitated, her usual easy confidence replaced with something softer, more introspective. "We only just met, and I'm already gonna miss ya," she said, her Louisiana drawl wrapping warmly around the words. "I enjoyed last night... talkin', drinkin'. It was nice. Honestly, it ain't often I get to connect with somebody outside the Hollow. There ain't many folks I feel like I can talk to, not like that."

She paused, her brown eyes meeting Nadia's. "You're not like other hunters."

Nadia offered her a small smile. "I enjoyed our talk too. You remind me a little of my best friend Jo. She needs a little taming, too."

Camille let out a laugh, the sound rich and genuine, her head shaking. "Don't be a stranger, ya hear?"

"I'll try," Nadia promised, the sincerity in her voice mirrored in her expression.

For a moment, the two women stood there in companionable silence. There was an unspoken understanding between them—a connection that felt new but real, a bond that could grow if given the chance.