Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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"He. . . he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy."

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized for more than Mr. McGregor would ever know.

Mr. Gregor's eyebrows furrowed; he was taken aback.

Dean smiles innocently.

"Oh, that's . . ."

"Where do you keep that?"

Despite his suspicions, Mr. McGregor answered: "On my bus, in my Bible."

"That's beautiful," Nadia smiled sadly. She'd mostly been quiet and empathized with Mr. McGregor's heartbreak. She'd been fighting the urge to speak about what was going on in his heart, but couldn't help herself.

"Listen, Mr. McGregor. I know you don't know me. But I really feel that you should forgive yourself. Your wife and your son might be gone, but that doesn't change that you were there for them in the best way you knew how, and that means something."

Tears welled in Mr. McGregor's eyes.

"I just wish . . . I wish -"

Nadia gets up, kneeling beside him. She holds his hands.

"I wish I could tell him I'm sorry."

"I know, but it wasn't your fault. He couldn't let you back in. He might have really wanted to but the pain . . . He wouldn't want you to carry this burden for the rest of your life. You have to forgive yourself. Come here."

Mr. McGregor stands up, hugging her.

Sam and Dean watched quietly in admiration.

"How'd you know he felt guilty?" Dean asked Nadia, pulling away from Mr. McGregor's house and driving down the street.

"What parent wouldn't feel guilty that they couldn't save their kid?" Nadia took one final look at the house. "I could feel his pain like it was my own. It's true when they say that losing a child is the most painful thing anyone can experience."

"You think he'll heal? Find happiness?"

Nadia sighed sadly, "Only time will tell.".

"Well, what you said back there was good. I think he'll remember that for a long time."

"Yeah," she leans forward, looking at Sam. He'd been staring out the window, quiet. It's important for you to forgive yourself too, Sam." She draws his eyes towards her. "You were both just kids. He didn't know what you were going through when he bullied you either. None of us know what's going on with each other when we're being horrible. Humans take everything personally. It's a human flaw; the way we're wired."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he says softly.

Nadia patted him on the shoulder. "So, back to the bus, we go, huh?"

"Wish it was that easy," sneers Dean. "Just remembered that the team's got a game tonight. They're takin' the bus."

"Which means one of the kids won't live to see tomorrow," worried Sam.

"Unless we stop them before they leave," Nadia suggests.

"No, Dirk knows the school. It's his playground. Gotta keep him trapped."

Dean smirks, "You thinkin' ambush?"

"That's exactly what I'm thinkin'."