Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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It was Dean and Nadia's first time sharing a room together as a couple while on the road. They were staying in a modest motel room in Sioux City, Iowa, for the night, and after a long day, they decided to rent a movie.

Dean had already emptied a nearby gas station of junk food, stocking up on snacks to last the evening, and rented one of his favorite films: The Hatchetman.

The plot, as expected, followed a group of college students who found themselves falling victim to a brutal serial killer. Nadia was hesitant at first but agreed to give it a shot. By the end of the movie, she was completely invested, yelling at the screen and throwing things at the TV during the intense murder scenes.

Dean couldn't help but smile. Normally, he was the one reacting like that, but watching her so passionate and animated was a treat.

Once the movie ended, they lay side by side on the bed, tossing candy in the air and trying to catch it with their mouths.

"I suck at this," Nadia laughed as a piece of candy bounced off her forehead.

"You've got this," Dean encouraged, leaning back against the pillows, a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Okay, okay," she said, grabbing another piece. Focused, she tossed it into the air. But before she could catch it, Dean snatched it right out of the air and ate it.

"Hey!" Nadia playfully slapped his arm.

"Got to be quicker than that," he said with a smirk, turning toward her and leaning in for a kiss.

Nadia tilted her head away, teasing him. "Gotta be quicker than that."

Dean chuckled. "Ha-ha, get over here, you," and pulled her leg over his, drawing her close.

"Fine, you got me," she said, caressing his cheek and resting her head against his.

"You're easy," Dean teased.

"Don't get used to it," Nadia shot back, making him grin.

They shared a long, lingering kiss, the world outside fading away.

"You taste like candy," Nadia whispered against his lips, her voice soft.

"So do you," Dean murmured, kissing her again. This one lasted longer, and when they broke apart, he gently pushed a loose lock of hair from her face. "You're so beautiful."

"Thanks," Nadia blushed, her smile warm. "You're not so bad yourself."

"So, I've heard," Dean teased, making her laugh.

But her smile slowly faded, and her brow furrowed as a cloud of thought seemed to hang over her. She was clearly still carrying some weight, something she wasn't ready to let go of. Dean noticed her sudden shift in mood. There was something she wasn't telling him, something important.

"Robin?" Dean's voice softened, sensing the change. "What's going on?"

Nadia hesitated for a moment, then sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. "I need to show you something."

Dean sat up too, his curiosity piqued. "Okay..."

She opened her duffle bag, rummaging through it before pulling out a worn, old photo. She crawled back onto the bed and sat on his lap, holding the picture in her hands. "I found this in my mom's things."

Dean's heart dropped when he saw the photo. It was old, worn around the edges, but unmistakable. "Is that our moms... and my dad?"

"Yeah," Nadia said, her voice soft.

Dean stared at the photo in disbelief. "How? I don't remember... my father never mentioned—"

"You wouldn't," Nadia interrupted gently, her expression unreadable. "Your parents, either. My mom was friends with yours, but she kept her distance for a reason. She knew what was coming. She befriended them to protect you and prepare you for what's happening now. She was there when you were born and for a time after that. A year before your mom got pregnant with Sam, my mom was pregnant with me. She left her post and erased herself from your life... literally."