1 New Voicemail
Dean stared silently at the notification on his phone, his fingers lingering over the screen. The lights in the strip club flickered in time with the thumping bass of the music, a cacophony of noise and flashing neon. Half-naked girls danced on the stage, laughing and flirting with patrons, but none of it registered. His mind was elsewhere.
Nadia.
Her name weighed on him like a stone, heavy in his chest. He wanted to call her back, but he couldn't. Sam was already keeping things from him, and the idea of Nadia hiding something too, even if it was for his own good, twisted in his gut.
Between the mess with the apocalypse, dealing with the angels, and still recovering from everything that happened in Hell, Dean was barely holding it together. And now it felt like he couldn't even trust the people closest to him. Not Nadia. Not Sam.
Not anyone.
Dean glanced around the club, his eyes flicking from the dancers to the neon signs, but none of it mattered. It all felt empty, hollow, a distraction from the gnawing sense of betrayal. He couldn't be vulnerable. Not again. He'd been burned too many times before.
Dean felt his phone buzz again but didn't check it. He shoved it into his jacket pocket and rubbed his face with one hand, trying to shake off the feeling of suffocating loneliness.
"Hey, you good, dude?" Nick's voice cut through his thoughts.
Dean blinked, momentarily lost in the noise of the club before turning his attention to Nick, who was sitting across from him, sliding a shot glass toward him with a grin.
"Yeah, sorry," Dean muttered, putting the phone away, his mind briefly refocusing on the game they were playing—name the music artist.
They take shots together.
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Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)
FanfictionWhen 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...