"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
....
She met him one time and was never able to forget that handsome face of his. When they met, it was the wrong time, more for him than her thoug...
What's done in the dark will always come to light.
Something Nadia realized the Winchester brothers don't get.
Sam tries to hide his psychic abilities a secret from his brother, only for Dean to find out barely a week after he gets back from hell.
Then there's Dean, lying about remembering his time down in the pit, only for Uriel to spill all the tea to Sam, right after they failed to stop another seal from being broken.
It's like a cycle between the two, one holds a secret, the other finds out and then they get in an argument like two little girls.
Or in this case, like right now, Dean drowns his feelings in alcohol being in denial about what Uriel told Sam who's confronting him.
Traveling with these boys was like a reality TV show she liked to call, Hunting with the Winchesters.
Nadia shook her head, watching Dean down another shot.
Sam leaned on the table, his voice low but stern.
"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?"
"Maybe because he's a dick." Dean spat. "Might have something to do with it."
"Maybe, but he's still an angel."
"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town." Dean frowned. "Look, I don't know what -"
"Radical." Their waiter enthusiastically approached the table.
The blonde haired guy, cheesed at all of them. "What else can I get you guys?"
Nadia shook her beer to see it was still pretty full.
"Uh, I think we're good." She gave him a friendly smile.
"Yeah?" His smile seem to get wider.
Nadia nodded slowly, "Yeah"
"You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?"
Dean shook his head, looking up. "No, no, we're – we're still good."
