"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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4x19 Part Three
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When you feel an immense sense of happiness as you think about your future together. ~Anonymous
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"Whatever we're dealing with it has to be something nasty." Dean shook his head driving down the road with Nadia at his side. "I mean, it's one thing to steal bodies but to open them up, that's. . .it's. . ."
"It's nasty." Nadia finished his sentence, staring out the window up at the starry night sky.
"Exactly." Dean sighed.
The two were on their way to a bar to not only have a drink but see if they could find out any information on Joe Barton who use to work there. The locals sometimes have a story to share that could help them out with a case.
Dean looked over at Nadia his eyebrows raising in curiosity. He didn't know why she had been so quiet lately which only started to make the Winchester assume a bunch of reasons.
"Robin," He called the half angel.
"Hm?" She kept her gaze out the window.
"Are you pregnant?"
Nadia snapped her neck, looking at the Winchester as she stared daggers into his soul. "What the hell?"
"What?" He frowned back at her.
"Why the hell would you ask me that?"
Dean gave a shrug. "I-I don't know. I just. . .you've been quiet and you're a girl, girls they can be moody. . ."
"So you just assumed I was pregnant?"
". . .Well are you?"
"No, you idjit." Nadia let out a huff, holding the bridge her nose.
Dean tapped his finger on the steering wheel for a moment before opening his mouth to ask another question.
"If you ask me about my period, your body will be the next one to come up missing." Nadia stopped him before he could even say anything.
Dean cleared his throat, giving a nod. "Okay, well I'm sorry for asking you that. Probably wasn't smart."
"You think?"
"I just want to know if you're okay."
"Yes, Dean." She assured him. "I'm okay, I just have a lot on my mind."
"And that is. . ."
Nadia sat there in silence contemplating whether she wanted to tell Dean that she loved him or not. It didn't feel like the right moment, not with Adam and this body missing case going on.
