Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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In the quiet of Bobby's kitchen, the soft creak of an old wooden chair broke the stillness as Madison leaned over the book on Djinn, her eyes wide with curiosity and the thrill of discovery. The faint scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mixing with the worn leather of the lore books scattered across the table.

Nadia sat across from her, absently stirring her coffee, her eyes not on the steaming mug but on Madison, who was feverishly skimming through the text with a hunger for knowledge that made Nadia's lips twitch into a small, approving smile. The girl was eager to dive deeper into the supernatural world, a world that had both scarred and defined Nadia's existence.

Madison's finger traced a particularly ominous paragraph in the book, then she glanced up at Nadia, her voice filled with tentative curiosity. "Have you ever hunted one of these... Djinn?" she asked, tapping the page, her gaze flickering between the book and Nadia's steady, knowing eyes.

Nadia's smile softened into something almost wistful as she set down her mug, the faintest shadow passing through her expression. "Once or twice," she replied in a calm, measured tone. "Nasty creatures. They mess with your head, trap you in a dream world where everything's not what it seems. But I've been lucky—never been touched by one." Her words were casual, but the memory lingered in her gaze. Those close calls had left scars, invisible but there, lurking just beneath the surface.

Madison set the book aside, her elbows now propped up on her knees as she pulled them closer to her chest. She tilted her head, her expression a mix of innocence and genuine interest. "What's it like, you know... being an angel?" she asked hesitantly, her voice betraying a touch of uncertainty as if unsure whether she was asking a question she shouldn't.

Nadia exhaled slowly, her expression thoughtful as she met Madison's gaze. "It has its moments," she began, her tone soft but edged with a quiet truth. "There are times when it feels... powerful, like I'm part of something greater, something that has a purpose. But most of the time, it's this constant push and pull between my humanity and my angelic duty." She paused, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she searched for the right words. "It's hard to reconcile them sometimes, especially when I don't always fit into either world."

Madison absorbed her words, her gaze dropping back to the book as though seeing the words on the page in a new light, understanding a bit more about the weight Nadia carried. 

She chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully, then asked, her voice quieter now, "Did you... did you grow up in all of this? The hunting life, I mean?" Her question held more than curiosity—it held a measure of sympathy. "And do you ever wish... you weren't?"

Nadia's gaze softened, the flicker of a distant memory crossing her eyes. "I've never wished to be anything other than what I am," she answered, her voice steady, though there was a faint heaviness to it. "I don't know any other way to live, Madison. It's all I've known." 

She paused, the warmth in her chest seeming to momentarily fade. "But..." She trailed off, carefully considering her next words, her fingers lightly curling around her coffee mug. "I do wish there were more chances to balance a normal life. It's easy to get so caught up in the fight—saving people, hunting monsters—that one day you wake up and realize you've lived for everyone else, but not for yourself."

Madison's fingers unconsciously ran along the spine of the book, her thoughts clearly drifting. The words were sinking in, her expression thoughtful and reflective as she absorbed the complexity of Nadia's answer.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway broke the stillness. Austin and Bobby entered the kitchen, their presence pulling the conversation in a new direction.