When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
"Dean?" Bobby's voice cut through the stillness of the room, but it didn't seem to reach the older Winchester, who stood staring out the window, brooding. The weight of his thoughts hung heavy in the air—Sam's betrayal still burning in his mind like a fresh wound.
Bobby's voice sounded distant to Dean, muffled like he was underwater. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, spiraling around the truth that his brother had once again chosen a path that tore them apart.
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Bobby snapped, the sharpness in his tone pulling Dean back into the moment. The room, once consumed by silence, was now filled with Bobby's frustration.
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Nadia, standing in the doorway, crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her gaze was downcast, her expression unreadable, but there was an unmistakable tension in the air around her.
"Don't make me get my gun, boy," Bobby threatened, his voice thick with frustration.
Dean let out a heavy sigh and finally turned around, his eyes narrowing in exasperation. "We're damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?"
Bobby shook his head, exhaling through his nose as though he could already sense where this was going. "I know you're pissed," he said, voice softening slightly. "And I'm not making excuses for what Sam's done, but he's your—"
"Blood?" Dean interrupted, his jaw tightening. "Yeah, I know. He's my blood. Is that what you were gonna say?" His voice was laced with bitterness as if the very concept of Sam being his blood stung him deeper than anything else.
Bobby's voice grew firm again, his patience clearly thinning. "He's your brother, Dean. And right now, he's drowning."
Dean's gaze flickered briefly to Nadia, as if seeking some sort of solace or support. But she remained silent, watching him with an empathy that only seemed to deepen the distance between them. She knew Bobby was right. As an older sibling, she couldn't deny the gut-wrenching truth that, no matter how much pain Sam had caused, giving up wasn't something she could ever easily accept when it came to her family.
"Guys, I tried to help him," Dean said, his voice strained. "I really did. Look what happened."
"So try again," Bobby urged, stepping closer, his tone gentle but insistent.
