"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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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...
I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.
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4x09 Part One
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The wise learn many things from their enemies. ~Aristophanes
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"I'm telling you, I'm more of a gun guy, I'm just not good at this." Dean made Nadia roll her eyes.
"Dude, it's not that hard. You just need to focus." She watched him take a sip of his beer as she flipped the blade in her hand.
Her and the boys were at a bar, hanging out. Sam was playing pool, giving the two time to actually spend time with each other which was rare.
Between killing monsters, and having Sam around it seem the two were never able to really enjoy each other's presence.
Though they weren't officially together and were taking things slow, it was fun just hanging out.
There wasn't any pressure, just them at their table in the corner of a bar, drinking beer, talking and Nadia trying to show Dean how to get a bullseye with a blade.
"Come on, try again." She grabbed his hand, pulling him in front of the dart board. "You are Dean Winchester, you've been through hell and back you can do anything." She put the blade in his palm.
Dean cleared his throat, wiggling his arms and cracking his neck, focusing.
"Alright lets do this."
"Okay," Nadia stood behind him, lifting his arm. Dean looked back at her, smirking. "Buy me a drink first, would you?"
"Shut up." She chuckled, turning his head forward.
"Focus on the bullseye. You don't pull your whole arm all the way back, just your forearm. So when you snap it forward, it should be your forearm that goes straight which gives you a nice clean throw, okay?"
"Alright." Dean nodded as she backed away.
He stared right at the bullseye, even squinting a little trying to focus so hard.
He did as he was told, bending back his firearm before snapping it back straight, letting the blade go.
The blade hit the bottom of the dart board and he scoffed. "Come on, seriously?"
Nadia couldn't help but. laugh.
"Hey, maybe you are just a gun guy." She patted him on the shoulder before going over to take the knife out of the board.
Dean sat back at the table as she turned her back to the board, walking a few feet away.
"Who taught you how to throw knives anyways?" Dean picked up his beer. "Your Dad?"
