"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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4x22 Part One
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The devil is in the details. ~Proverbs
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"Dean?" Bobby called on the older Winchester who was staring out the window, brooding.
"Dean! You listen to a word I said?"
"Yeah, I heard you," Dean said to Bobby, still not turning around. "I'm not calling him." He referred to his brother.
"Don't make me get my gun, boy." Bobby threatened.
Dean turned around with a sigh, "We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?"
"I know you're pissed." Bobby shook his head, "And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your-"
"Blood?" Dean asked. "He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?"
"He's your brother." Nadia agreed with Bobby, her hand over her eyes as she was sitting on the couch.
"And he's drowning." Her metaphor described how she felt at the moment.
Dean found her in the parking lot unconscious but every since she woke her body has been aching from getting thrown into a freaking windshield.
"Guys, I tried to help him, I did." Dean shrugged, "Look what happened."
"So try again," Bobby told him.
Dean walked across the room, "It's too late."
"There's no such thing."
"No, damn it!" Dean yelled, "No."
There was a look of despair in his eyes, "I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again."
Dean sat down next to Nadia, "Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants."
Nadia uncovered her eyes, looking over at him. "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do, Robin." He looked her right in the eyes, "Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. . .If he ever was." He looked toward the floor.
Nadia gulped, looking over at Bobby who turned away fuming.
He leaned on the desk, trying to contain his anger but he couldn't. He was about to blow and Nadia knew it.
