"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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4x13 Part One
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High School. It changes people into the person they said they'd never become. ~Anonymous
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Nadia sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, her eyes narrowed in agitation as Dean was erupting in laughs, teasing her.
"Its not that funny." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"It kinda was." Dean was literally wiping his watery eyes.
The two were waiting outside a penitentiary, where Sam was talking to a girl who banged another student's head into the mirror and then drowned her in the toilet.
Meanwhile, a few hours back when the three were at a diner, as they were walking in a guy made a perv remark at Nadia, causing her to get so angry, she accidentally broke the door, taking it off its hinges.
It was at that moment, she realized she had super strength. She wouldn't mind the new ability if her boyfriend hadn't proceeded to call her the She hulk.
"I mean come on Robin, the way you broke the door, it was just-"
"But She Hulk, really?" She raised her eyebrows at the Winchester who continued to laugh.
Nadia let out a huff, looking out the window. "Laugh all you want, but at least now we know I can definitely kick your ass."
Dean leaned his arm on top of the seat, smirking, "Lets be honest, you could probably kick my ass before you got your grace."
He touched her shoulder with his fingertips, causing her to look his way.
"Don't try to kiss my ass now."
"Don't be like that." He tilted his head. "Come here."
Nadia looked right back out the window, ignoring him.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have called you She Hulk but if it makes you feel better I think it was hot."
"Really?" She looked at him.
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "I mean, and now I don't have to rough up guys who hit on you because you can handle yourself."
"Hey, just because I can throw someone across a room, doesn't mean you can just stop sticking up for me." She scooted over towards him.
"I think it's hot when you get all jealous and hot headed."
"Oh really?" He pushed a strand of hair out of her face, deeply staring into her eyes.
