DEAN AND OYA : There is always a new path

A/N:  All usual disclaimer! 

Ah, despite me saying that Oya doesn't mind having kids, it's still something very painful for her to talk about. She doesn't seriously think about having a family of her own now. She doesn't even know if she can afford to get close to someone again but if this ever happens and she someone gets involved, she would straight away address the issue as a « take me or leave me » situation. Unlike my baby Asma who doesn't want to have children and was afraid to tell Steve about it, Oya wanted at some point and is heartbroken about not being able to conceive. Of course, you can be a mother in a million ways and what his family doesn't have to fit a mold but Oya is coming to terms with it, at her own pace. The topic needed to be addressed so here it is. I intended to make it a bit longer than my usual solos because I also wanted to add a little Sam to it.:)

Also, more backstory for her.

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Oya woke up early this morning. Her gaze set upon the ceiling and she blankly stared at it. Dean was sleeping next to her, relaxed and seemingly content in his sleep which made her wonder if he had dreams. She never did. Her sleep was either plagued with a nightmare or empty and regenerating. Oya would have loved to dream, she would trade sweet memories of happier times than the constant nightmares that terrorized her at night. Her hazel eyes looked up at Dean's face and she gently allowed her fingers to stroke his chest and rest where his heart was supposed to be. What could she possibly make of this life if not spend it hunting and killing monsters? In the long run, it was very different from the life she used to have in her homeland. It was very different from what she expected it to be. A promise of a beautiful and fulfilling life, that was what a hunter's life was in Africa. Especially in Cameroon. They could settle, have families and make hunting their jobs. They got paid, they were provided with goods when they couldn't get money from their clients. Cases came to Oya's family instead of them searching for anything out of the ordinary. Leaving Africa to hunt down her brother forced Oya to change her plans. Bullshit ! It wasn't that idyllic. Hunters in Cameroon were seen more tools than humans. They were designed to eliminate malevolent monsters and work with friendly monsters to get the job done. It had its perks, of course, life was a tenfold better than in America but they were tools, whether Oya wanted to admit it or not.

It wasn't coming to America. She already knew what American hunters experienced since she came at a younger age to be trained by her father's best friend. She knew. She simply didn't want to settle in this country. Her future was already planned ahead. She would get married to Fabrice and have children with him. That was the plan. A bright and exciting family life with a man she loved with all of her might. She forgot how he looked like. She didn't bring any picture with her, so after so many years hunting down the Asanbosam, she forgot how they looked like or sounded like. But her mind always filled the gaps. Always managed to make her feel as if the faces she saw and the voices she heard in her nightmares were of the people she loved and lost. The only people she remembered as clear as day were Dean, Sam and eventually Castiel when he appeared in her dreams as the mean angel who refused to answer her prayers and mocked her for losing her family. She lost it all. The bright future, the undying and fulfilling love, the brightness in her life the day Kalusha was possessed by that son of a bitch.

Her mother died, her father followed out of grief and her fiancé was killed the minute he let that demon possess him. In an instant, she lost everything. But it wasn't her fault, was it? It wasn't directly her fault. Kalusha was possessed because he wanted to prove something to her, killed their mother and caused so much pain to their father that he got cancer. Fabrice's death either wasn't her fault, she had given up hunting because she wanted to move on from Kalusha and her personal tragedies or so she thought. Oya thought he would handle himself very well, but he didn't. He died because of her. All of them did. But the worst that could have happened to her, the real reason she stopped hunting was that her last hunt made her lose something precious: the ability to conceive. In order to save an innocent, she took a potion to enter the Astral plane and rescued her from there. There was a problem, however. The potion was prepared by an unskilled witch hunter who used powerful magic that cursed her and destroyed her reproductive organs. The side effects were terrible.

She rescued the victim but fell sick for a good two-weeks before the doctor of her father's village told her that she would never be able to conceive a child. It devastated Oya for carrying a child was sacred. It was more than sacred. In her society, a woman had to conceive children otherwise she wasn't one. She grew up dreaming about having children of her own like her mother because it would make her a woman. It would make her more than a hunter. Besides, she was very nurturing in nature and did great with kids so of course, she wanted some of her own. Fabrice pretended it didn't bother him and he still loved her and yet he grew distant over the months. Her father's death got them back together so he could give her his support but there was no more intimacy between the two of them. It was gone. She was gone. So he went hunting alone, driving his frustration out on the monsters he killed.

But she felt less than a woman because she couldn't conceive and it was her biggest regret, her biggest pain. She stroked her flat stomach, thinking about life growing up there and about her pregnant aunts who always filled the house. She stroked her stomach thinking about herself being pregnant with Fabrice's child and how happy he would have been to be a father. She thought about how lonely and heartbroken she was when the doctor said she couldn't have children. Tears filled her eyes and Oya swiftly turned on her side. Dean was still sleeping, of that deep sleep, she didn't want to interrupt. Her eyes shifted from left to right and she sighed deeply. What would she do once Kalusha was killed? Of course over the years she thought to herself that not having a kid didn't take away her right to be happy but she didn't know what would make her happy these days aside from avenging her family. She thought about going back home but to what end? Hunters were doing well since she helped rebuild the community after Amara's rampage in Africa. They didn't need her there. Hunters seemingly did well in America as well, but what would make her stay? What could she be pursuing? The thought slowly overwhelmed the woman who forced herself to look at the ceiling. She heard a grunt from behind and shrugged as she knew Dean might be awake and noticed she already was. She could feel his gaze upon her, worried, probably questioning why she was baring her back at him as if she was angry... or sad.

She remembered a conversation she had with Sam. One day she wanted to run away, she was stopped by an unknowing Sam who brought a book he wanted to read with her about African monsters. He wanted to hear her stories, have a first-hand testimony from someone he trusted almost blindly. Oya and he always had a better relationship, one where she was a little more open because he knew how to make her talk. They talked about family, about how far he was willing to go to save Dean and how far Dean was to save him. He told her about how upset he was to being brought back to life by Dean even when he made his peace with his own Death. He told her that rescuing him from Death and releasing the Darkness was both a moment he regretted and felt relieved it happened. He was well aware that the two of them could unleash hell if that meant saving each other and while he acknowledged it might have been toxic and irrational, Dean was his brother and he loved him. « Would you do it again ? » she asked, mesmerized by the devotion the brothers had for one another. « Yeah.. if you were in my shoes would you? » She pondered the question for a minute and then sighed deeply. « I think I would. If I could save my family, I would have gone through hell and back. But they're dead. » She said, eating her eggs and bacon. They looked at each other for a while before Sam added. « You're not alone you know? You have us. » Oya shrugged and drank some coffee. The idea seemed ridiculous but Sam was genuine. He did consider her his family. A little sister he never had, but Oya wasn't sure it was like that. She had a hard time believing anything anyway. He could be spitting it at her face, she would still not believe it until he hammered it down or she embraced it. After all, he wasn't Fabrice, none of the brothers were like this man and usually, anything they confessed or admitted was the absolute truth. « Do I? If you were in a life and death situation and you have to sacrifice me to save Dean or kill Dean to save me, we both know who would die. » She smiled and shrugged again. « I don't blame you. You have each other and I would want you to stay with each other. You wouldn't need to kill me to make that choice. I'll make it for you. » Sam looked at her and furrowed his brows. « It's not gonna happen. I won't have to choose between you and Dean. Or Cas for that matter. You're part of the team Free Will. » Was she?

She felt Dean's powerful arms wrap around her waist and pull her against his frame. He was no idiot and he heard her sniffle and try to muffle her cries. She was sad this morning but it wasn't due to a nightmare. She was genuinely sad and tried to hide it from him. Dean heard her gasp and felt her stiffen but she didn't fight him. She instead wrapped her arms around his. His face nuzzled her neck, burying his nose at the curve of it and a gentle grunt escaped from his lips. She had the brothers. She loved them both so much, to the point of actively trying to keep them away from her mess. Both noticed she was holding back her real thoughts, avoided to feel so she wouldn't panic or have a meltdown. She was holding it back and pretended to be casual. She, who kept saying to Dean that he didn't have to wear a mask when he was with her was still wearing hers. This morning, however, it was too much for Oya who couldn't keep herself from falling apart. She wanted a family more than ever. She needed to build herself back on solid ground.

She wanted to be happy, as happy as she could be. Sam asked her what made her happy once. How she pictured happiness. Oya answered some generic answer: « Riding her bike fast on the road without caring about speed limits ». The truth, however, was that she pictured Sam and Dean with her.. especially Dean. Every time she closed her eyes and needed some comfort or courage, it was his face that came to her mind. It was his smile, his tall presence, his warmth she thought about. It was his large hands grabbing her head when he kissed her that she thought about. It was him holding her when they were sleeping. He was making her happy. He was making her weak but it was a weakness she accepted in her heart, just not yet in her head. She shut her eyes tight, wondering how he'd feel to know she was half the person she could be ?.. Why was it SO scary? He accepted an angel for fuck sake and one who went hard and betrayed him several times. One who went AWOL and became a god and nearly killed them. One who accepted to be Lucifer's vessel for a while and sided with Amara. He had flaws and still, Dean loved him. Dean was flawed and still Sam and Castiel loved him. They were family..but she didn't know if she could join the club. She was just borrowing her place there, she was just...

« Hey.. hey. it's okay. It's okay Oya. » He whispered in her ear, feeling her sniffle harder and hold onto him tighter. « Let it go, let it all go. I'm here. »

« No.. no.. if I do. If I do, I won't stop. I don't.. want to feel it. » She said, sounding scared as he thought she actually was but Dean didn't let go. He held her tighter and kissed her head.

« It's okay. You're safe here, with me okay? » He said in her ear. He hated to see Oya distressed and even more that he didn't quite know what put her in such a situation, to begin with. He had been patient, as patient as Dean could be but after a while, he needed her to explain and to let him help her. He ran his hand through her hair, while she was kicking and crying out loud now that she allowed her heart to take it in and admit the pain. Everything around her failed. Everything around her died but after such a long time is no her own, meeting the Winchester was a beacon of light. They brought her back to life. Dean brought her back to life. All these little banters, the sleeping-together, his companionship gave Oya a new purpose in life, something to reach out for. He gave her a home, he made her want to stay and she desperately wanted to stay once Kalusha would be killed. She wanted to be part of his family. A new addition to the team, someone who would stick around until her time would come. She wanted it. She wanted him and it scared her. She was quite a package and part of her thought she would fit right in with the lunatics that made team free will. She would feel at home with those burden with grievance and pain. She would fit right here in his arms. He helped her calm down after she cried her tears and while she wiped her face clean, he turned her around and cupped her face. Her hazel eyes stared at him but she didn't move away from Dean.

« How d'you feel? »

« Better. » She said, nodding quietly while she put her hands on top of his.

« We need to talk Oya. That wasn't a nightmare. That was something that built-up, something you didn't want to feel. » She sighed and chewed at her bottom lip. He read through her like she was a book, and it was both amazing and annoying. Dean kept stroking her face, wiping fresh tears off of her face.

« I know... I don't...Dean I just. You've noticed I'm not comfortable talking about stuff right? » He nodded but his face was still very serious. He was still concerned.

« Yeah, but I need to know if you would wake up one day and have a repeat of today.  I need to be able to help. I need to know, don't shut me out Oya. It's not cute anymore. »

« I'm not looking forward to shutting you out Dean. I'm just. I'm scared it'll push you away. » She admitted, thinking that it sounded sillier than in her head. Dean reacted the same way as she expected him to. He scoffed at her words and shook his head. 

« Are you serious? Me ? Unless you killed innocent people and got off while doing it, I don't see a reason to have a different opinion about you. » He was genuine and it made her give her a crooked smile. « Now, Oya, what's the matter? »

« …...... » She sighed and closed her eyes to gather herself some courage. « I can't have children. I'm barren. I wasn't in the past but during a hunt that went wrong, I drank a magic-laced potion that took away my ability to conceive. My fiancé resented me, my family treated me differently so I stopped hunting. I hid at home. I lost my value as a woman when I lost the ability to have a child and I'm ashamed, Dean. I'm ashamed and broken and.... I didn't want you to think lesser of me because I can't. » He blinked several times at her words, his face hardening at the words he heard. He didn't need to have grown in the same country as she did to know how social pressure could break a mind. He didn't like the sound of her words, the fact she quit hunting because she felt she was not a woman, the fact she thought about it while being with him. It was making sense, but he decided to stop her from thinking like that.

« Stop it right there. Oya. You're not lesser because you can't conceive. I mean, hello! We're doing the nasty because you're hot, you're funny, you're YOU. Whether you can cook a bun in the oven or not doesn't make you less of the badass hunter you are. The fact I am with you has nothing to do with your ability to get preggo or not. I don't care about it. You're more than this, more than giving birth or whatever they want you to think you are. I ain't gonna be the dad of the year, didn't grow up with the Nobel prize of fatherhood but that doesn't mean I'm less.. » He trailed off. That sounded weird for him to say since he felt he didn't deserve to be loved or happy himself. He was about to lie to her in order to cheer Oya up and she picked that up. Of course, she was compelled to comfort him and she cupped his cheek with her free hand.

« I'm stopping you right there Dean. You..of all people are one of the best men I have ever met. You make me feel safe, you make me feel whole.... » She sighed and smiled at him. « You make me feel like I belong there, with that family of misfits and with you. I forbid you for even thinking you're not deserving of being loved. » He looked at her intensely and kissed her inner wrist.

« Now look at that. You're the one who's supposed to be comforted not me. »

« We could both use a little bit of uplifting don't you think? » She asked while her lips pressed against his for the briefest moment. « I woke up feeling like I didn't belong and shouldn't want to. »

« That's ridiculous Oya! Come on! »

« Hear me out, Dean. In my country, it is important to be whole, especially for a hunter. We stopped to be tools in the eyes of those who employed us and we became people the moment we built a family. I was raised taught that being a mother was the goal of my life and I wanted it. I wanted it for this, I wanted it because I was in love with Fabrice. Turned out, he literally left me to hunt when he found out I couldn't have children. I was nothing in his eyes so of course. I grew worried about you not wanting me because I was... different. » She then furrowed her brows as he shook his head.

« Never gonna happen eh! I won't ditch you out like this asshole because you can't have kids. You don't need kids to be a family! Look at me, Sam and Cas. And you should have seen us with Bobby! That son of a bitch was more of a father than our real dad ever was. You, are part of this family whether you like it or not so quit thinking you don't! quit thinking I will push you away Oya! Quit thinking you're not worth anything here. Cause guess what? You'll be damn wrong! » He wasn't angry, just confused as to why she would keep thinking that way despite him going out of his way to show her she was actually great? Or maybe it was just because Dean didn't know what to say to relieve her from her pain. He had never faced this situation before so he was tinkering around.

« Yeah ?..I'm a misfit too? »

« Fourth member of Team Free-Will yeah! » He said with a grin, while he pressed his lips against hers once again. Sharing a sweet kiss with her.

« Okay...I'm fine with that. »

« And that's all? » Dean was surprised by how quick she accepted his words. She gave him a soft smile and shook her head.

« Not really. I was trying to see what I would do once my brother's death. It had always been a big question of mine without an answer. I realized I had the answer a while ago but I wasn't ready. I wasn't sure until today. » He tensed at her words. She spoke like someone who would take off and Dean hated the idea of her leaving once her deed would be done. He couldn't stop her if she wanted out, he wouldn't try hard because he respected her decision but Dean was hoping she would stick around. She created new habits in his life and he wasn't ready to give up on them. Not yet. Not again but with his luck, Oya would surely just leave him. That was how his happy stories ended. With pain and suffering. So he prepared himself to hear the bad news.

« And what's the answer then? »

« I realize I was looking for a new home, for a fresh start after Fabrice died. I want to be happy again. I want to enjoy the life I have as much as possible. I lost everything and for a good while I thought I would never build anything again, up until. I met you. » She cupped both of his cheeks this time, as he was looking at her with an intense gaze. « Every time I try to picture my future... it's always with you Dean. » She confessed before she pulled her head away from his. Oya wasn't sure of how he would receive her words and be expecting him to reject her straight away. She didn't say anything, didn't ask him out, didn't name her feelings because she still hadn't addressed them but she knew she was happy with him and next to him and she wanted him to know that. « You don't need to say anything. I just wanted you to know that I found a home here, with you and Sam and I want to stay with you both and go on hunts with you. I like the life we have now and I want this, this is my future. This is where I want to be. I'm not going to run away anymore. »

« Good. You better not. » He pushed his head forward so he could capture his lips again « Now I have a good idea about how to brighten your mood. »

« Oh really? What is that? » She asked, her voice now a purr as he nibbled on her neck. He wasn't always affectionate but he knew Oya usually was in the morning -not to mention that he actually did like it and she needed a distraction. Both needed it because he heard her words, but didn't know what to make of these. His heart raced in his ribcage as she kissed him back and pulled him on top of her.

There was always a new path in life, one that was uncertain and off the book but a path worth walking. She finally reconciled the fact she couldn't have kids and the fact she still deserved to live a happy life and wasn't less of a woman this morning with Dean. She admitted to him that she chose to live her life with Castiel, Sam and him and she let it slip that she cared about him a lot. It was still a grey area and nebulous, but it didn't need to be anything for now. Dean didn't need to be more than he already was, a safe haven, her home, her future.

(TBC)

Pride and Asma: The taste of heartbreak

A/N: :o all of this is confusing her. she's bending right now but hopefully, won't break. Elpis doesn't know just how complicated this situation would be when she gets out.

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How long could she take it? How long could she go without knowing if he truly meant his words or if he said so because she was carrying something more valuable? She hadn't forgotten how it was when they first met. What he told her when she came forth with her feelings. how much it stung whenever she said "I love you" and he didn't say it back. It was to be expected of course. he told her he would never say it back and he was a man of his word.

So why did she persist? why didn't she wish her feelings away? could she really? could she when her life was threatened by deities thus preventing her from leaving his company? could she when he was so overwhelming and powerful that she couldn't HELP but be drawn towards him? Could she when he was indulging her and she couldn't get away from his kisses and embrace? could she? when they had sex and it was so good, so mind-blowing that for a brief moment she forgot that the sin didn't share her feelings with him? how could she get away from that?

She thought that if he didn't care, then maybe her being courted by other men would leave him indifferent but it didn't. he was selfish. he wanted her for himself. her love, her warmth, her everything had to be for him and him only. The photographer who tried to seduce her, nearly died on that day if it wasn't for her taking Pride away. The singer who wooed her during a show they both attended was shooed away by an angry and jealous sin. Nobody could take her attention from him, and if nobody could, how was Asma supposed to move on from him?

Maybe it just was possessivity because he was a SIN. after all, he was one. THE Pride. mother of all other sins, the worst of the worst. He was... complicated, to say the least, but it didn't excuse his behavior. toxic, possessive, smothering that it was.. how could a fragile flame like her survive? She was hurt and even more because he would not understand just how deeply hurt she was. It wasn't what she deserved. he wasn't what she deserved and she wished that Hope hadn't inhabited her body so she wouldn't dream of being with him. Asma liked it better when only fate dictated her world. She would have accepted the situation and moved on from it. He didn't love her? fine, she would have accepted it. But Hope was a bitch. she was cruel. she made Asma hope that maybe at her contact he would warm up to the idea. to maybe loving her back.

But that would be incredibly naive of her. he didn't, he wouldn't and she would wither away and die inside because he would never let go of her and never love her back. At some point, Hope always turns into despair and she was slowly getting there. May they find a way to bring Elpis back soon. Maybe once it's done and she served her purpose, Pride would leave her alone, empty and devastated because something extraordinary wrecked her life. It wasn't deserved. She didn't deserve to have him happen to her. she deserved better. she deserved to be happy and she really wanted to be. She wished it would be with him but it couldn't be. that's what she knew.

yet he said those words. He said them in a fashion that was odd for him. He cared more than he wanted to admit. He felt something but he didn't want to discuss it. why? why couldn't he? why was he hurting both of them?

So she was confused, even in the middle of kisses shared with the creature she came to love. Each of them left a bitter taste.

The heartbreak taste.

Dean and Oya: We are home

ALL USUAL DISCLAIMER: following Dreamcatcher! Feel the cheese!

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I love sleeping next to Dean. He doesn't quite know how much I do and I think I won't let him know. He already knows about the nightmares I have every night and I am grateful he understands them. Sure, I slipped underneath his sheets and snuggles up against him to find some comfort and feel safe and most of the time it works. I don't kick him out of the bed.

But there is more to just using him as my dreamcatcher. There is more to it and I know it deep inside. there is this warmth I feel in my heart, this serenity I feel when we're both sleeping next to one another that I can't really describe. I feel at home when I'm sleeping next to Dean. I feel like I belong there and for a brief moment in the whole hard day we had, I feel like nothing bad can happen to any of us. it's comforting and sweet and I swear I'm turning into these 16 years old romantic teenagers but it's the truth. I feel content, I feel.. rested.

I like when he's the one spooning me because when he does, I feel protected but I love it more when I'm spooning him because then I can see his relaxed face and I can stroke his cheek and kiss his forehead. I can keep him close and keep him safe too; my sweet Dean. My little dickhead. My stubborn hunter. I can keep him close and make him forget about the weight of the world he carries on his shoulders and it makes me feel good you know? It really does.

I'm probably being sentimental here, but I do feel at home next to him. I feel like we're in our bubble and that nothing would ruin it, except maybe a monster trying to kill us. I want to preserve this you know? to keep it the way it is, make it a good habit where Dean and I can feel grounded and appeased. I've not felt that way for years since Fabrice died and to be this close again to a man might be a little dangerous but I'm not asking for anything if not just to be alive so I could look forward to this moment in time.

when nothing else matters because we're safe
When nothing else exists because we're home. 

TVD : Plot Twist (Klaus/ Witch!Asma/Stefan)

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A/N: All usual disclaimers. Also, this is an AU, Freyja doesn't exist, some storylines were changed as well to fit my ideas. Caroline is still with Tyler and not Stefan for example. I'm still exploring my little witch and her dynamic with the Originals and some of the TVD cast. Klaus and Witch!Asma doesn't get along very well. She hates and fears him but has a lot of respect for Elijah and because they share a common past, he's a little ambiguous as for whether or not he actually cares about her. Usually and for the past 800 years, Elijah visited her and it's the first time Klaus ever showed up. (first encounter after 800 years). But I both want to introduce her shitty dynamic with Klaus and her meeting with Stefan.

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« Well well well, if this isn't the little Witch. »

« Klaus? » Her voice broke as she recognized the sound of his voice.

It'd been almost a year since Asma decided to step outside of her shop and meet new people. She was terrified to make the first step but Willa had made it easier for her to go outside and make new friends. The Mystic Grill became a familiar place with familiar faces. The nights Willa didn't work, it was Matt who serviced the witch. He was curious about her, didn't really remember when it was that he first heard of her but he knew the herbalist shop she owned to have been there from before he was born. He rarely went to the place but the rumors said the shop and its owner had been around for a little more than a century. All of these were legends but Matt was familiar with the supernatural and he was wondering if she was a vampire or something else.

He still liked her company, her kindness, and gentle nature drew him towards her. She spent most of her time observing people and exchanging most words with Willa, Elena and Bonnie when they addressed her -and weren't caught up in their drama with the Salvatore brothers- and now him. Tonight, however, wasn't one of those nights when he serviced the witch. Asma was not very happy with the evening. She had styled her hair in a loose bun and was wearing a cute little black dress with silver jewels with a moon motif going on. It had been an emotional wreck train of a week for her, especially since she encountered the very troubled Damon Salvatore with whom the first exchange was heated and violent. Then it was Elijah not visiting her that saddened Asma. He promised to come share a meal with her so they would be able to learn a little more about one another and deepen their relationship but he never came. He stood her up which hurt Asma even more. Was it because she told him she was in love with him? Was it for another reason? As she lamented, the bartender froze minutes before Asma heard the cold commanding voice of the Original.

« In the flesh. » He replied, his fingers dangerously stroking the back of her neck.

« What on Earth are you doing... here? »

She asked as she straightened on her seat and swallowed a lump. She couldn't believe her ears. It had been more than 800 years since she saw the Hybrid Michaelson and since seeing him always was bad news, the witch felt panic build up inside of her. She chewed at her bottom lip, quickly thinking about a way to not escalate violence so the humans in the bar would be spared Niklaus infamous violent outbursts. So she turned around to face him. Klaus was still tall and handsome, his eyes were still intense and felt like daggers piercing through her skin. He gave her shivers and goosebumps covered her skin. The reaction was instantaneous. She hated Klaus because he was responsible for her demise. He was responsible for her suffering that lasted 800 years and the curse that was cast upon her. Of course, she did help Elijah, but she did it because she owed him her life AND because they became friends over the centuries. Klaus... Asma wasn't even sure if she wanted to forgive him. Her eyes glowed brightly and she crossed her arms over her chest.

« As much as I would not deny a pleasant banter with you, my dear, I came here for urgent matters. Matters that I know would be of your interest. » She was giving him the cold shoulder. Her face was dark and her features sharper than usual. Her plump lips were pursed but her shaking body betrayed her fear and his acute senses picked that up. She was scared of him and rightfully so. Despite her saving his life 800 years ago by Elijah's request, she actually heard the stories about his legendary slaughters and the pain he inflicted his enemies. She knew the reputation but didn't doubt his ability to bring pain and death in his wake. So Asma threaded carefully here.

« An urgent matter? » She repeated, lifting a brow to mark her disbelief in his words. Fair enough, she couldn't believe everything she was presented with.

« A family matter. Our mutual acquaintances are in trouble and I know that one of them visited you very often for.. services you gave him. I came to request a similar service for their benefit. »

« Elijah is in danger ? » she whispered, losing the cold attitude to allow some panic in her heart. Klaus didn't care about Asma, why would he? He never saw her throughout her time as an outcast, he never followed Elijah during his visits so why would he come if not for an important matter. She looked at his face and noticed how tight his features became. She was right, Elijah was in danger and needed her help with a spell. « What is it about? What did you do this time? »She asked, forgetful for a minute that he could actually kill her even if she put up a very decent fight. Her magic wasn't meant to harm but to protect and defend mostly. She never developed her ability to arm save for minor telekinesis and a little bit of pyrokinesis which helped in time of dire need but it exhausted her more than the protection and healing spell so she never developed these skills.

« I suggest you watch your tongue wench. What happened is none of your concern and if you dare question me again, you might meet a less pleasant side of myself. You wouldn't want to harm those innocent souls here now, would you? »

« You don't need to threaten me, Klaus. I will help Elijah. » She assured him while she wrapped her arms around her waist. Everything was becoming too overwhelming and of course, she should get a grip but she wasn't able at the moment. She gasped and stiffened as panic settled in.

« Good. Start right now then. »

« I can't...I-i can't right now. It's going to have to wait until tomorrow. »

« NO!  Haven't you HEARD? He NEEDS your help! » He said as he grabbed her arm. Too stunned to perform telekinesis, Asma stared at Klaus with eyes wide open. She didn't know how to react and looked at his hand holding hers so hard that it left a bruise on her skin.

« The lady said no. » A familiar voice echoed in the room as a slender and tall figure walked closer to the couple. Asma glanced at the man who arrived right in time and blinked as she noticed it was Stefan Salvatore himself. Klaus laughed and shook his head.

« This is none of your business Stefan. I am dealing with the witch about serious matters you wouldn't comprehend. »

« Or maybe I would. She said she couldn't come with you and I won't let you force her to do anything she doesn't want to. Let her go. »

« Or what? Or what Stefan? One gesture of me and your life is over. » He said threateningly. Asma remained speechless, her throat being too tight to allow her to speak anything and she stopped struggling, knowing it was pointless due to the hybrid's strength. Stefan didn't flinch, in fact, he moved forward and invaded Klaus personal space, to the point that the Original furrowed his brows, and took one step behind, pulling Asma with him and forcing her to her feet.

« I don't think you would actually want to do it. Not because you like me but because Caroline would despise you if you ever tried. I know you want her affection so be wise and let the lady go. She would come and help you as she said, but can't you see she isn't in any shape capable of helping you tonight? » Klaus growled, Stefan had a point. He wanted to woo Caroline and wouldn't want to ruin a chance for her so he released Asma's wrist and gave Stefan a dark glare before he looked at Asma and shot him a darker glare.

« You better keep your word and help Elijah. I give you until tomorrow to get yourself together. » He said, nodding before he left the bar.

Asma exhaled loudly when he left, realizing that she actually held back her breath. She put her hand on her chest and turned on her heels to stare at Stefan who walked closer to her but stayed at a respectful distance. They hadn't met officially and he didn't want to frighten the witch. He knew about her thanks to Damon who mentioned her a few times and Elena who asked him if he ever noticed the herbalist shop a century ago. Stefan observed her from afar and intended to talk to her this evening and was given an opportunity when Klaus came and threatened her. He cleared his throat and outstretched his hand towards her.

« I don't think we've been introduced properly. » -she shook his hand and nodded quietly-

« We haven't. » She answered, sighing deeply and sitting back on her chair. The bartender came back with another cocktail and she gulped it down.

« I'm Stefan Salvatore. I think you've met my brother. »

« Damon? Indeed I have. I appreciate what you did. I wasn't expecting Klaus, of all people, to pay me a visit. » She said rubbing her tight throat.

« Do you know him? Do you. » He trailed off, unsure of what question he actually wanted to ask. Of course, she might have known him, he heard the conversation and he knew she used to know Elijah. How ? He had no clues just yet and it wasn't the time to ask questions like that but she knew him.

« Let's say we have a relationship I'd rather not have. I didn't choose this. I didn't choose him but he happened to me. I guess he happened to you as well.  I am Asma Jensen by the way. » She said as she took another sip of her cocktail.

« Do you want me to take you home? Just to make sure you're alright? » She looked at him and grabbed a rebellious pink lock.

« I guess you can. »

It was the first contact. It wasn't obviously the best way to meet someone and both Asma and Stefan needed to adjust to each other but it was a beginning. Asma was very cautious about new people, Bonnie discovered when they spent their first time together. Asma was awkward with people but quickly got a hand at them. Elijah had been her only true relationship that lasted for quite some time. Stefan might have been the brother with an easier contact with others, that didn't make him more at ease socializing with people. He knew that he couldn't leave her on her own, especially not with a homicidal maniac like Klaus. Besides, Stefan actually was curious about the original's reasons to come to Mystic Falls. She accepted to be taken home and they bonded over a cup of tea.

(TBC)

TVD : Antagonistic behaviour (Klaus/Asma)

A/N: All usual disclaimers. Just very much enjoying this little banter between the two of them. Klaus and Witch!Asma doesn't get along very well. She hates and fears him but has a lot of respect for Elijah and because they share a common past, he's a little ambiguous as for whether or not he actually cares about her. Usually and for the past 800 years, Elijah visited her and it's the first time Klaus ever showed up. (not the first encounter though)

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She was careful enough not to grant him permission to get into her shop. He wouldn't go near them and she would delightfully spit mean-spirited words at his face just to see him get more impatient or more frustrated. He came to her in a hurry and she only tolerated his presence because he said that Elijah needed her help. He was cursed, along with Rebekah and Klaus was determined to save his siblings from utter destruction. Of course, Kol was busy protecting his siblings while Klaus traveled to Mystic Falls to find the witch. He hadn't forgotten about her, how could he? She saved him some 800 years ago from a wound and a curse that would have been fatal back then and he knew that this little gesture caused her to be cast out of her coven and cursed to an eternal life. Her hair and eyes changed due to the curse but she seemed to be just fine. Not a wrinkle on her face, not a change in her scent, nothing was different except for the murderous look she gave him.

« This is ridiculous love, perhaps you should reconsider your policies and let me in. »

« Let /you/ in? So you could be brutal towards me like last time? No thanks. I refuse. »

She was waltzing around her shop, picking an ingredient here and there so she could make her potion. Her grimoire was open on the page of the sleeping curse cast by the New-Orleans witches. Asma's magic was powerful, especially in defense and healing based spells but the only problem was that more than 800 years ago, she was banned from entering New-Orleans because she helped the Michaelsons. How could she refuse when Elijah saved her life and avenged the life of the slaves inhabiting the house including her own parents. She had a debt towards the original which she paid when he asked her to help his brother from a curse. It cost her a lot and if it wasn't for Elijah visiting her over the last 800 years and saving her life occasionally, she would have been dead or worse, she would have been alone.

« It is not in my best interest to hurt you witch. »

« The witch has a name. If you came here to disrespect me, then you can leave Klaus. I'm not in the mood for petty games. »

« Oh, I see. You're only helping me because Elijah is in danger. » He stated, curbing a brow at her. She stopped moving and put her hand on the grimoire to take a look at the next ingredient she should add.

« Look at that! Something smart finally comes out of your mouth. » Asma snickered. « I am indeed helping your family only because Elijah is in danger and he is my friend. »

« Your friend? He is using your love. He always has because he places his family before anything else. If he truly valued you, then he would have visited you more often but he hasn't, has he? » Klaus sneered at his own reply. Of course, he was telling a lie or more precisely he wanted to believe that Elijah couldn't possibly acquaint himself to a witch. They all wanted him dead and would curse him until the end of times if they could. This one, however, seemed to get his brother's attention and affection and give how much of a recluse life she was living, Klaus was starting to wonder why Elijah had some affection towards the witch. She furrowed her brows at him and growled lowly.

« He is NOT using me! He is asking for favors and I grant them to him because I care. All the time we spent seeing each other, I could only keep thinking that Elijah would have had a better life if it wasn't for you. Every time he comes here it is to FIX one of your fucking mistakes. » She said as she walked towards the front door, visibly angry to the point of making the shop shake. Klaus knew that she was saying the truth. Elijah gave up a decent life to protect Klaus from everything that happened to him. Between betrayals, loss of minds, curses and excruciating pain the life of the Michaelson only centered around the Hybrid. He pursed his lips at the tiny witch and looked down to her.

« I could rip your throat the minute you leave this place. I could... I could make you suffer a fate worse than death if I wanted to. You know nothing about my family or me to dare speak in such a manner. » She came closer to him, sending shivers down his spine to both her boldness and her intoxicating scent he couldn't help but smell. She was afraid, her shivering betrayed it and her heartbeats as well, but she was defiant and it took him back.

« You could indeed, but you won't because you still need me. Besides, if we are being very honest for a minute here, Klaus.. you are the one who owes me your life, not Elijah. So you might want to change your tone when you address me. » Her golden orbs glowed brightly as she spoke, dangerously even, to the point of Klaus taking a step back and lifting one eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't seen it coming. Her fighting back and being fierce while doing it.

« Feisty...I understand why my brother was attached to you now. »

« No, you don't. You don't know me Klaus and you don't know all I had to go through because of you. I spoke about Elijah not living a life, but I was cursed because I helped /you/. My immortality and those features » she said pointing at her head. « I owe them to you. You said you could punish me of a fate worse than death but I don't think you can understand the pain I experienced. The pain I still experience and the fact I would forever experience it because mankind hasn't changed. Wherever I go, there would always be people looking at me as if I was either a prize to possess or less than an animal. Wherever I go, I would be hunted down because of my magic or used in ways you wouldn't believe. I love this place. It's /QUIET/, it's /WARM/ and I can finally maybe, a dream of having a life! Your brother came to me last time and commanded me to actually move on and have a life and I followed his advice. He cares about me in ways you won't understand and I care about him. Heck, I even fell in love with him and because of those feelings, I will save him. I will SAVE him and your sister and you would make sure you don't get yourself into fucking trouble!  UNDERSTOOD ?? »

She lashed out at him, blinded by rage at the idea that her kind Elijah had to suffer from his little brother's incompetence at life. She knew that the moment she would step out of her house, Klaus could torture her and make her regret saying those words to him, but Asma didn't care. She was worried about her friend and upset that she had to deal with a man who caused her so much pain. Her slender fingers rubbed her neck and she pursed her lips to prevent herself from crying. He chuckled at her after a while and nodded quietly.

« You surely do have a temper Asma. Fair enough. Tonight isn't your night but I will come visit until I'm sure you have the antidote or a spell that could undo the curse on my siblings. Until then, I bid you farewell and wish you a good night. » He said, giving her one of his infamous smiles before she slammed the door on his nose and fell on the ground. All the pressure that built up rapidly fell and she started to cry. What if her magic wasn't enough? New-Orleans witches were mighty powerful when banded together and since she was cast out, she didn't have access to the ancestors to help her. But she had to try, maybe the spell wasn't that powerful. She had to try.

(TBC)

Supernatural : The vampire case (update 17.06.2017)

A/N: Recap of what happened before the hunt and up until where we stopped:) I went a little bit further than what I wanted to but it's okay:) I'm loving it so so much eheh All usual disclaimers. 

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Dean was rescued from the curse the witch cast on him, much to Oya's relief. They never spoke about the nightmare itself but Oya remembered. It was lonely and cold. There was nobody in this dream save for Dean and herself thanks to the African Dream root. She wasn't a dream expert but she realized that one of his biggest fears, if not the biggest was to be alone. Abandoned by everyone. Convincing him that she wasn't part of his dream and actually came to rescue him was harder than Oya thought. It stung when Dean reminded her that she left while they were on a hunt, to go with a group of hunters who hated him. How could he trust her afterward? How could he ever believe she wouldn't do it again? Her words didn't work at first because he still didn't believe them but she told him that ever since she came to America, he gave her something she never thought she would have again. A home. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. The world they were stuck at started to crumble. He woke up, but it exhausted them both.

At least he recovered and for a brief moment, he went hunting his Sam like they used to do because he needed to adjust. Dean wasn't very talkative and wouldn't want to stay in the same room as Oya while none of them could even look at the other in the eye. So he got himself back on track with a family hunt. After all, they've been hunting together ever since they started it and in this unfair and terrifying world, it gave both brothers a sense of familiarity, of routine. While he was away, the African hunter healed enough to return to business. Castiel knew from their previous conversations that she wanted to leave the bunker and never return. He convinced her not to and prevented her from leaving several times arguing that she couldn't just run away when things got tough and that Dean and Sam actually liked her and would want her to stay.

During their conversations, she told him that nothing was stable in her life and Sam and Dean offered her this stability she was looking for but couldn't deal with. Breaking this fragile balance, while she was fragile herself only pushed her towards the exit. He told her that she couldn't be walking on eggs all the time without breaking a couple and that didn't mean it stopped there. She could still get back on the saddle and ride and her relationships weren't jeopardized as she believed they were. They made-up from their huge argument of last time and he eventually decided to give her a chance as well. She cared about his « brothers » and it was something Castiel held dear to his heart. With that said, she still held grudges against Angels and it would require some time before she decided to grow close to Castiel. It would require some time before he could forgive what she spat at him regarding his stunt as God and his failure towards his people.

Dean was informed by Castiel about Oya's attempts to leave the bunker because she felt guilty over the witch hunt that went bad and it prompted the Elder Winchester brother to actually go out of his way and tell Cas to keep her at home and convince her to stop trying to escape from the bunker over something silly. -well, it wasn't silly but he downplayed it so she would stay-. And it worked. Cas convinced Oya who decided to stay. The hunt went very well and he came back to the bunker with Sam. Casually, he brought back some pie and offered a slice to Oya who was cleaning her guns. She looked up to his face, then to the pie and shared it with him along with jokes. Their bond was restored, they could look at each other faces once again. That very night, she went to his bedroom, to sleep like she usually did. Nightmares plagued the woman who couldn't sleep alone at night. Dean understood this and simply patted the mattress next to him so she could slip underneath the sheets and sleep next to him. It was a habit he came to enjoy. Part of what made Oya herself. Sleeping again, sort of let it sink into the woman that they were past this witch case issue so they could move on.

Good. ! That was very good. Everything resumed to normal. He got her texts when he went on a mission with Sam. He got to sleep next to her whenever he came back to the bunker and they got to talk and joke as usual. Oya was grateful the awkwardness vanished and secretly was grateful Castiel wasn't around as well. She didn't hate his company but he wasn't the most comfortable person to be around and some fresh air was welcomed. Her mother's death anniversary was closing in and with it, more violent nightmares followed. Dean went on a hunt with Sam and didn't hear from her for four days which was unusual. She didn't text, didn't call and when he came home he didn't find her in her room. Sure, he found a note she wrote about him, a note he kept in his mind but quickly put back where he found it. A note that would have made him smile if he wasn't so worried about her whereabouts. But she came home and she came to him. Those four days have been exhausted for her because of that upcoming anniversary and she was restless. Of course, he welcomed her into his arms and they did sleep together. Of course, he found that same good old routine again. All wasn't well but all was manageable. She kicked him out of bed a few times, woke up screaming but he was there for her. He comforted her back to sleep and she would wake up the next morning not remembering the events of the eve. Dean didn't remind her for both of their sakes. Seeing Oya this terrified wasn't something he fancied and he didn't want to embarrass her even more. No, being there was enough and the best he could do for her.

After so long, she received an alarming new from friends in New -Orleans. Information about her « brother » being seen in town along with a case with strong hints of involving vampires. She had asked all the hunters she met before she met the Winchester to keep an eye out for her brother so she could track him and kill him. All of them save from Dean and Sam knew in details what happened to her family. An Asanbosam, an African demon akin to a vampire but more powerful than them possessed her older brother who then killed their mother in front of Oya's eyes before it took off. Usually, it didn't cross continents and remained in Africa but Kalusha did go to America. She tracked him there, hence why she even was in America in the first place. He was unusual in his behavior but maybe it had to do with the species being extinct in the continent and the creature trying to survive. Oya felt guilty about his possession since it happened after she provoked her brother. To prove his worth he went alone and faced the demon who seduced him and possessed him. How could she not feel guilty? Their father died a year later due to cancer caused by his guilt and the grievance over the loss of his wife and son and she watched him die. It was already enough to drive one crazy. So that very morning, upset about the new and in dire need of relief, Oya had sex with Dean and in the heat of the moment, she offered they hunted together again. He accepted to and before she knew it, they were hitting the road.

Oya thought that maybe he would be busy solving the case and she would find out where Kalusha was so she could kill him or die to try. Yeah, that wasn't smart at all, but Oya was driven by guilt and she thought that the only way to pay for her mistakes and past sins would be to die while she tried to stop the demon. She wanted to enjoy what she conceived as her last trip with Dean but barely could hold herself together. Unable to keep a poker face in front of a loved one, she betrayed her real intention during dinner. He noticed her erratic behavior, her anxiety building up and when it finally exploded, she told him everything she knew and everything she wanted to do. It was the very first time that Dean ever saw Oya panic the way she did and the first time she felt so vulnerable in front of someone -save for Castiel since he already saw her breakdown- and she wasn't at ease at all. But he stayed. He remained there. He even told her that he refused to let her go and play cowboy with a monster this strong. She realized that he didn't actually want her to die, let alone be on her own and facing the demon. It confused her but she appreciated his attention. He was upset she didn't tell him before but even more than she wanted to go alone and die without him having a clue. To hear him, of all people, tell her that he had her back as well as Castiel and Sam echoed within her heart and mind. He included his whole family and threw her in the mix. Did he... did he care about her that much?

She didn't have time to think about it too much. About what she told him and revealed to him, about how it made her feel, about her fears. She conceded to open-up about her guilt and maybe think about a future with the brothers rather than on her own or dead. It was a small victory for both Dean and Oya but it was there. Dying wasn't on the menu. At least not stupid sacrifice or giving up on life. He laid out a plan to find out if they had to deal with classic vampires of the Asanbosam and she decided to follow it. First stop, the morgue. It didn't go well because Oya lost her control. Seeing the body of the Hamptons, mother, and son, Tyler, did a number on the young woman because she could see how gruesome and ritualistic the young boy's murder had been. Typical move from Asanbosam saved from the heart that wasn't missing but pretty much kept in place. When asked about similar cases, Dr. Cutter informed them that there had been similar bodies found as far as two months ago with the heart and liver removed (just like during a ritual performed by an Asanbosam) but the newest victims weren't. It didn't tick off Oya's ear at first but if rituals were completed two months ago, that meant there were fresh Asanbosams in town. Fresh meant weaker than an older version but fresh also meant a little more powerful than casual vampires. She discovered two bodies with completed ritual scarifications and missing organs. What of the rest? The non-complete bodies? They could be copycat or maybe humans aspiring to become Asanbosams themselves. It would make better sense. The ritual wasn't complete and vampires wouldn't keep trying to complete a ritual they knew wouldn't work on them. Humans would. Not everyone could survive the ritual, therefore, they died before they could rip off the hearts and consume them.

Dean split up with her earlier because he was looking for a clue about the area where the killings took place but she had to warn him about the two fresh Asanbosams most likely to be in town. She still was under pressure because she didn't hear from her friends and was waiting for their e-mails but minutes after she sent a text to one of them, she heard some noise on the front door and discovered a picture of her brother with a note written behind « Missed me ? ». she went to grab the blessed stake and went outside of the motel room to check but didn't find anything or any presence there. Pacing around, she texted Dean with a simple « Come home soon. » and sat on the bed with a blank stare on her face. Dean got another message but from the Coroner stating that two fresh bodies just dropped but he would examine them tomorrow and invited Agent Coulson and Zeppelin to come to the morgue the morning after. It was a nightmare for Oya who didn't know how to handle the situation. Her guts were churned and painful and she simply wrapped her arms around her legs and leaned her forehead against her knees and waited for Dean to come home.


Dean came back and she informed him about the events of the night, which prompted the older brother to take her out of the motel since they were vulnerable. He took her to Benny's old inhabited house and they spent the night together, brainstorming about what they knew and preparing a plan for the day to come. It was simple. She was pretty sure the victims that were dropped at the morgue late that night were of her friends and they would have missing organs just like the two other victims. If the job was neat, it might possibly be her brother but if the job was choppy it would be the two fresh minions he acquired. Either way, Oya was ready to kill all three of them and willing to do it on her own but this time Dean caught her behavior changes and new she was up to something, so they argued. He wouldn't let herself get killed because she didn't think her plan through. He wouldn't let her get killed because she felt guilty and certainly just wouldn't let her get killed. So they argued about the best way to proceed and she told him that they would have a clear shot at the Asanbosam once they know where the two victims were killed. She told him that he baited them now that he openly disclosed his location and she couldn't help but fight him. He might have been watching them since they arrived but he didn't know her relationship with Dean and therefore only expect her to run alone in the trap he set for her.

Dean helped her fall asleep and regained some strength so tomorrow they would be ready for the upcoming fight. They both went to the coroner and he confirmed that the bodies were of her two hunter friends, which nearly brought Oya down to her knees as she had yet again lost people she cared about, but it also strengthened her resolve to end the Asanbosam and the trail of piled up bodies he left behind. The morgue was attacked by the two minions who injured dr Cutter -thus forcing him to witness some supernatural shit- but were defeated by Oya and Dean after inadvertently disclosing the location of their « king ». While Dean was trying to calm the coroner and explain to him what he and Oya's business was about, she escaped in order to fight the Asanbosam on her own, convinced that it was the right thing to do. Dean noticed and called her to try to make her change her mind but she refused to comply and drove straight towards the manor the creature chose to live at. Dean quickly chased after her, cursing her and wishing he arrived in time to prevent her from doing something stupid.

As she arrived, however, the creature started to taunt her, still hidden in the dark for it wasn't night time just yet. The creature started to taunt her, hidden in the shadows. Oya went to the kitchen in order to get herself a large knife and then went to the living room in order to stop the Asanbosam. It attacked her and started to rough her up when Dean arrived. He quickly left the car and decided to carefully approach the house. Inside the house Oya was trying her best to defend herself but the creature's words were still echoing through her head. it wasn't wrong, she did come to die and was prepared to do so after she put the creature down, but it was proven more difficult than she expected. It cut her deep, deep enough to leave a scar in the future and right before it could kill her, Dean intervened. together, they had a chance to distract the creature enough for Oya to stab it with the blessed stake and Dean to behead it.

That was done. It was over. Her brother was avenged, her family could rest in peace and she could die now could she? But she couldn't. Oya realized that she was alive and she would have to deal with the pain of being alive now. Dean helped stitch her up -that hurt like a motherfucker- and put her back into his car, all the while arguing with her about how stupid that was for Oya to leave and try to die. How dared she wants to take her own life? how could she do that to him? why was she doing it? Dean couldn't understand and he called her out of her bullshit despite her having a very thick head. It went through, however, fortunately for them. She gave him instructions on how to dispose of her brother's body. she didn't have the strength to do it herself so Dean did.

After he put her to bed at Benny's house, he went back, buried the brother along with a picture of Oya and him, came back to the morgue to help a shocked dr Cutter and cremated the bodies of her hunter friends. He took their belongings with him to give to Oya and both of them hit the road back to the bunker.

Oya knew that it only was the beginning. She didn't quite know what to do now and decided to focus on healing first. Grieving might come later.

(THE END)

Oya and Dean : Dreamcatcher

A/N: I needed something tender. Sunday surely has started like a fool but ended up nicely! I love these two more than I care to admit! More than I care to admit!All usual disclaimers

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Dean and Sam came back from a rather exhausting hunt. The older brother had a few bruises on his chest but nothing too serious. Nothing Dean couldn't handle. After Sam and he parted for the night and he got to grab a quick hot shower to clean himself off. He didn't receive any message from Oya, which was unusual for the hunter who would keep in touch with both the brothers. He didn't know what she was doing, how she was doing and for a moment it bothered him. Dean was a man of habits and since she arrived, Oya did bring new habits. He was used to getting a dozen of texts from her asking if they were alright, keeping him informed about her hunt and that she was okay and of course sending him risqué pictures of herself or sexy audios to keep him « sharp » as she called it. It became so much of a habit that when she didn't do it, Dean was sure something was wrong. The shower was a fast one, just enough to get clean and ready for a good night of sleep. He craved some beer too, so he went fetching himself some he brought to his bedroom. She wasn't in his room either, which made him furrow his brows. If there was a place one would find Oya if they were looking for her, it would be her room or his. She took a habit of slipping into his bedroom at night so she could have a decent sleep. At first, he was surprised but she told him that she couldn't sleep on her own and needed the comforting presence of someone next to her without going into too many details. He couldn't blame her, he had his fair share of nightmares and worst fears playing in his mind over and over again. So it didn't bother him that she came and snuggled with him for the night. As a matter of fact, it quickly became a habit and he was looking forward to her coming into his room to sleep next to him... but she didn't.

Dean fell asleep after some time, but some mere 4 hours later, he woke up again due to the bed is empty. He could get on with it under different circumstances. He did it before and was still doing it now, but not when he was at home and Oya was supposed to be home. He took his phone and searched for her last text telling him that she was going to lay low for a while at the bunker and would wait for their return. It was some 4 days ago. Grunting and upset, the older Winchester grabbed a knife and walked into Oya's bedroom to check on her. It was empty but it also was the first time he entered her room. Oya was rather sober as there was no picture at all for him to look at, nothing but her weapons. Her guns, her blades and some of her bike pieces she repaired during her down times. He sat and found a note she wrote about him. He didn't like to prey and would rather leave it unread, but he couldn't resist and took the paper for a quick read.

« About Dean Winchester,

Ah, Mom and Dad, you'd like him I think. He's this guy who always gives to others. He's doing his best to do good in this world. He's fearless even though he's afraid. Isn't it what makes a great hunter Dad? Someone who cares enough to know it's risky but does it anyway for the sake of others. That's Dean in a nutshell. He doesn't know everything about my nightmares, how intense they are, how terrible they are, how guilty they make me feel. He doesn't know how much he appeases me. I have found the best sleep by his sides. He's like a dream catcher you know? Nothing bad can happen whenever I'm with him.He doesn't know....I think it's for the best. He's a good man and I wish you could have met him. Being with him and Sam is what holds me together, otherwise, I'd fall apart. I care about him... but I can't become a burden and I certainly can't lose him either. I'm in that tight spot where I want to leave because I think he deserves a better friend than me, one with less of a mess...but I want to stay because I care about him and Sam...I need them. My nightmares now include him, especially him. I dream that I'm losing him either physically because he's reckless.. either I lose his affection and he turns on me. For four days I kept losing him and it's driving me crazy, now I can't go to him and check if he's real or if it's in my head right? I need some time alone to think, some company to seek and make me stop having nightmares, maybe a woman just so it doesn't feel awkward, one who isn't into me otherwise, I might end up having sex with her, I'm needy... Ah.. I digress. I haven't slept in like four days, so maybe tonight is the night.

Ps: I know it's soon mom's death anniversary and this year I won't be able to travel home to pay my respect, but I'll manage to arrange something here. You are always with me. I miss you so much. »

He put the paper back where he found it and found himself confused by the words. They were clear though. She liked him, it was written all over this piece of paper but it also provided information he wasn't sure how to process. She left town because she had nightmares involving him and maybe that was why she didn't contact him for four days in a row? He scratched the back of his head, unsure of how to react to it since she said he was a good man. Why did she keep thinking he was good? Why did she keep thinking he was this flawless superhero who couldn't do wrong? Okay, maybe that was not really the case. She never thought of him as a saint but she did say he was good. His heart raced into his ribcage and he sat on her bed for a minute to gather his thoughts. He checked on his phone and yet again, it was silent. Should he text her? Should he check on her? It wasn't necessary, he felt someone walking towards the bedroom and looked up only to see Oya with her arms crossed over her chest, lean against the front door. She was still looking gorgeous with a shirt of his on and a bottle of water in her hand. She looked exhausted and didn't bother to hide it from the hunter who blinked and cleared his throat.

« I was errr checking on you Oya. You didn't text, you didn't call or leave me a voice message so I got a lil' worried. » He said with his usual nice grin. He was playing it safe but didn't know what embarrassed him more. That he admitted he was worried if she caught him in her bedroom?

« ... » Oya stared at him for a minute which seemed like an eternity before she moved towards him. « It's alright. I appreciate that. »

« Yeah? » He scratched the back of his neck and watched as she planted herself in front of him. His eyes quickly went up and took in her frame merely hidden beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, underneath the shirt, she wore a skin-tight dress since the shirt wasn't buttoned. It made him gulp but he kept his grin on.

« Yeah.... » He could tell she had cried, her eyes were red and puffy from the tears she shed but he decided to go smoothly about it. Her hazel eyes stared into his blue ones and she gave him a sheepish smile, mixed with some relief. Dean looked up to her face and instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist. She first stiffened and tried to resist being pulled over by him, but went with it as he pulled her closer to his frame. Oya looked down to his face and cupped his cheek. « I am glad you're safe. » She managed to say, eyes still not dry.

« I'm the best there is at what I do and what I do is hunting. I managed well today. I came back. »

« Wolverine is better at his job than you are at yours. » She teased him, sticking her tongue out and exposing her piercing that Dean found enticing.

Both knew their comics and he liked that he could make a random reference to them and she would know what he was talking about. He brought his other arm around her waist and kept her in a nice embrace. He wasn't that much of a touchy-feely kind of guy, quite the opposite but whenever she had a nightmare -or they had sex for that matter- Dean didn't mind touching her. He knew by the letter he read that she was feeling vulnerable. If not by the nightmares she kept having, by the fact it was her mother's anniversary very soon. Oya couldn't be on her own for he didn't know how she behaved during such trying times. He would drown his sorrow with alcohol but she might just be reckless and he wanted to keep an eye on her and make her safe. Oya's heart was racing in her ribcage. He was close, dangerously close and she still tried not to grow more and more attached to him. Castiel words were still echoing through her head and despite him trying to make her forget he ever said these, Oya was stubbornly thinking he was right and she shouldn't even be there. But how could she resist Dean? How could she resist his arms around her frame and the concern in his eyes? How could she reject him because she didn't feel worthy? It was a grey area, everything about Dean was and she knew she shouldn't even think about it because it might take her to a path she didn't want to walk. Yet here she was finally allowing a hand to cup his cheek and stroke it gently while Dean chuckled at her quick banter.

« Wolverine's got nothing on me! It's not because you have the hots for the hairy douchebag that you have the right to say he's better than me. »

« I can live with him being better at my job. » She said with a coy smile on her lips while her hand still stroked his cheek. « Dean... »

« You look exhausted Oya. » He finally said it. She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded quietly. «Is there anything I can do? » Dean offered. He wasn't great at talking big speeches or trying to be all sly like Sam was. He wanted to address her nightmare issues, have her talk but he didn't think she needed to hear that this very night. She sought comfort and given how exhausted -in the wrong way- she came back, he realized she might not have found it but she was reluctant to rely on him once again.

« I---I don't know. » She answered, as she closed her eyes briefly. He felt so good against and she mind-absently put her hands over his shoulders. « I don't want to-- Y—You've been doing enough already for me. I—I should handle it on my own. »

« I don't mind. I don't mind you sleeping next to me. » He said with his signature grin. It confused the African hunter who pursed her lips and then lifted her brows. Her hands ran over his neck, sending shivers down his spine and she simply quietly pulled him into a hug. He didn't say a word, instead, his eyes just awkwardly shifted while his hands held her tighter. Oya kept him close to her frame, literally crushing his face against her soft breasts, but he ignored it to focus on the fact she was just giving him a hug. He could feel her heartbeats and noticed they were as fast as his, if not faster. « Oya. »

« I thought I was losing you. I kept seeing you die in front of me over and over again. I shouldn't feel so scared to lose you. I shouldn't feel so worried about you when you go hunting with Sam. You've done this before and you'll do this tomorrow. It's just. losing you.. hearing you say horrible things to me is.. too. Much. » She confessed, while he pushed himself further into the mattress and her onto his lap so she would straddle him instead. Oya complied without saying a word. She found herself sitting on his lap. Dean kept her close to his frame, his hand rubbing over her back as to appease her. He noticed she still was reluctant and was searching his gaze and staring at his very reaction as if he was going to run away but he wouldn't. Not now. Not ever.

« You're not losing me. I ain't gonna die soon and I don't quit easily. You gotta have to do your worst for that to happen. »

« You don't want to see my worst. » She whispered, still stiff against his frame. Her hands were still on his shoulder but she ran it up his neck, stroking the sensitive skin there. It wasn't a sensual touch, despite it giving Dean goosebumps. She just always mind-absently lost her fingers on his neck and the back of his head. Always to massage his scalp when they were sleeping. Dean closed his eyes and smirked to himself.

« I have seen the worst Oya. Nothing you can do could top it. I am not afraid. » He then looked up to her face and cupped her chin. « I am not afraid of you. Never was, never will be okay? So cut that crap about you being hard to handle or evil or whatever you had in mind. I'm here 'cause I want to. I ain't leaving until I'm sure you're okay. »

She worriedly looked into his eyes but slowly relaxed against his frame as he kept rubbing her back. Strangely enough, his words really helped her feel much better and she nodded quietly. She wanted to say she was afraid. He might not be but she couldn't help herself. She could still lose him, it wasn't impossible. She could still hurt him and given how guilty she felt for making him feel unwanted last time, she was careful this time. Castiel prevented her from leaving a couple of time, thinking that she shouldn't let fear dictates her life and leaving would hurt everyone more than she thought it would. So when he told her not to be afraid, the African hunter nodded and hugged him tightly instead of speaking her real thoughts.

« I guess so...You're stubborn Deannie. » She chuckled as he pushed himself further back into her bed and laid on his side.

« You know I hate this nickname you gave me? » He said with another grin on his face. She was warming up to him, although he still felt how worried she still was. He tucked some hair behind her ear and leaned his forehead against hers.

« I do, but I love this nickname. » She grinned and patted his cheek with her hands. « I get a free pass because I'm cute! » She chuckled and rubbed her nose against his.

« You are cute. » He conceded, his hand still rubbing her back. « You don't get a free pass, though. »

« Dean! You're unfair! Besides, we're on my bed so we should maybe go back to your room? » She asked since she didn't know if he would feel comfortable not being in his room. He shook his head and planted a kiss on top of her head.

« I'm good.  We can sleep here. I'll watch upon your dreams. » He sounded serious and she didn't look up to his face to check if he meant it or not. His tone made it clear that he took it very seriously. Oya was in distress even though she refused to say so and he wanted her to sleep and go back to being her regular self. He wanted to know she was safe and she felt good. He didn't have much power in everything else in his life but if a small gesture could help do good, anything good, then he would do it. He would make it good.

« You really are a good man Dean. I don't know what I'd do without my dreamcatcher. »

« Well, you could for example. »

He didn't finish his sentence since he heard her steady breathing. She fell asleep in his arms, quite fast for the hunter who ended up smiling and petting her hair. She was relaxed against his body, warm and soft but more importantly, at peace. He fell asleep sometime later after he had a good thought about the note he read and the words she said. She brought new habit into his life, habits he never thought he would even want to have, but not having her around, not hearing from her confused him and he didn't want it to happen anytime soon. The irony of it all was that she was the one worried something might happen to him when he was the one confused and worried up until he came home and went into her room. He couldn't tell her as explicitly as she told him and even this had been a struggle for her to say, may be precipitated by the fact she was sleep deprived for four days. He didn't know. All he knew when he fell asleep was that she was safe and sound and back into his arms sleeping peacefully. That was a habit he could live with.