Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"I've watched this world evolve from the beginning of time." Vanessa entered the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. She set them down on the table, her movements deliberate as she joined Nadia. "I've had so many roles to play. Protecting everyday people, world leaders, aiding in wars—I even kept Harriet Tubman alive, you know?"

"No way," Nadia frowned, her skepticism plain.

"What? You thought it was pure luck that she never got caught?" Vanessa poured two glasses, sliding one toward Nadia. "Some of the greatest people, the ones who changed history, had divine intervention—whether they knew it or not. And the evil ones? Same thing."

"So if you could help Harriet Tubman, why not stop slavery altogether? Or the Holocaust?" Nadia's voice was raw with the weight of her question.

Vanessa's eyes darkened. She took a slow sip of whiskey, then set the glass down carefully. "Sometimes bad things have to happen for humanity to evolve. The greatest world changers were born in times of darkness. Without them, there would be no stories of perseverance. Sometimes... we had no choice but to watch humanity destroy itself."

Nadia was silent for a long moment, watching her mother down the glass in one gulp. She'd never seen her drink before, not once.

Vanessa poured herself another glass, her movements more controlled this time. "Anyway," she continued, her voice slightly warmer, "out of all the assignments I've had, Dean Winchester was the one I looked forward to the most. I knew him before he was even conceived. I was there when his parents met."

"You were watching them before he was even born?" Nadia blinked in disbelief. "Like some kind of creepy rom-com?"

Vanessa chuckled darkly, shaking her head. "I wouldn't put it that way. John and Mary didn't exactly fall for each other in the most... organic way. There was a cherubim involved."

"What's a cherubim?"

"Down here, they call them cupids."

"Cupids are real?" Nadia nearly choked on her own breath.

"Very real," Vanessa said with a half-smile. "Mary and John were chosen to bring Dean into the world, but they needed a little... encouragement in their courtship."

Shocked, Nadia downed her whiskey and motioned for more. "I can't believe this... So, all of that was planned?"

Vanessa nodded, her gaze growing distant. "I told you. Some things are written. Prophecies, Nadia. Set in stone. The Winchester bloodline was sacred. It was my job to protect John and Mary—get close to them, help raise Dean. I became more than just their friend—I became family. I was there for every part of his life: Mary's pregnancy, his birth, his first steps." She paused, a wistful smile touching her lips. "That's why I had to split my time with your father. Even when I wasn't with them, I had to keep an eye on them."

"But then you got pregnant." Nadia's words were quiet, the gravity of the moment settling in.

Vanessa smiled at the memory. "Yes. I was so excited to meet you."

"You were?" Nadia's tone wavered with surprise.

Vanessa chuckled softly, squeezing her daughter's hand. "Of course. Life is precious, Nadia. I loved you the moment I found out. Ensuring you had a life, a chance to exist, that's all that mattered. So, I left my post after I erased their memories, so they wouldn't remember me."

"That's why Dean doesn't even recognize you," Nadia murmured, her mind racing. "He wouldn't know who you are if I showed him that picture."

"You didn't show him?" Vanessa's voice was gentle but tinged with something unreadable.