In the weeks since that dreaded night, Dimitri became Kate’s silent guardian, his broad frame a quiet anchor as her spirit dimmed under the weight of Castiel’s violation. Words seemed to fail her; she rarely spoke, her vibrant resolve dulled by trauma. Dimitri honored her silence, finding other ways to show his support. Each morning, he left handwritten notes by her bedside—simple encouragements like You are stronger than you know—hoping they’d pierce her fog. He coaxed her to spend time with the other girls, their laughter a faint echo of the sisterhood she’d forged. When Isabeth approached, her insincere smiles masking her betrayal, Dimitri made excuses, shielding Kate. Yet, he saw her decline: she picked at her food, barely eating, and what little she consumed often came back up. Her fr
