Dean and Oya : frailty thy name is

A/N: Some plane writings. All usual disclaimers


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Oya rolled on her side. She woke up minutes ago, overwhelmed with the thought of her family. It started out simply, with a song she heard on the radio. One of kalusha's favorite tunes. After they killed the Asanbosam, Oya realized that she accomplished her mission and had nothing else more. No more purpose left except Doing her job. Saving people. It was all that was left for her to do. A job she was trained forever since she was a kid. A job that became her life. Her raison d'être. As she glanced at Dean and stroked his cheek, she smiled softly. There was something else she wanted to do. Something more. Protecting Dean.



The song left her with a sensation of emptiness, mixed with her guilt of being alive when her family was destroyed by her fault. Kalusha was a good lad, hot-blooded maybe but good in his heart. He would always make sure Oya wasn't injured or left with untreated Injuries. He would watch upon her when she was sick and cook for her when she was hungry. 



He took care of her when she drank that terrible potion and stayed with her even after she recovered. He was a great brother. The best she ever had. Her eyes quickly filled themselves with unshed tears  as she realized she missed him. She spent so many years hating on the image of her brother, tainted by the vile creature that took over his body, that she didn't take the time to mourn for him. She mourned for her parents. Wrote letters she never sent to them and accepted their deaths. But Kalusha? It never happened until this morning. She missed him. It was over. Her hunt was over. 



" you know... I would do anything I can to protect you. You and Sam.  I know you Would never ask for that, but I would give my life to endure your survival and Sam's. I would die for you. When the moment comes and all I have to do is step in, I would. " 



She had made up her mind already. It was a no-brainer. If someone had to survive a hunt, it would be him. Sam needed him and he needed sam. The world could collapse, as long as they had each other, it was all that mattered. Oya picked that up very quickly. She wouldn't want it any other way because she knew how it felt to lose your entire family. There was nothing left of her. Nothing left inside except maybe those feelings she didn't ask for.  



They changed her plans to die along the Asanbosam. They changed her plans to act recklessly until death took her. But Oya was a death seeker and it wouldn't go with a snap of a finger or newfound feelings. She would want to die for a noble cause. A sacrifice, if she could, would be the best way. Her life would have had to mean. She would die for Dean because he still had a family. He still had someone to whom he meant the world and she refused to take it away from him. 



Her logic was flawed. Her urge wasn't rational. He said she was family and yet, she knew that Sam would always be above anything else and reasonably so. But she wanted to protect him and she would. No Matter how much it would cost her, she would make sure he was alive. She cupped his cheek and stroked it kindly while her thoughts raced in her mind and she turned on her side so he would not see her cry. Her brother was gone, her parents as well and she refused to let it happen to the brothers again. She'd keep him alive at all costs and do her job at the same time. She'd watch him so Sam would not have to deal with it. 



"I'll make sure Team free will won't miss their most important members." She whispered as she wrapped Dean's arm around her waist for the rest of the night. It was an oath to herself, a promise she made to him to spare him from the heartbreak caused by the loss of a loved one. 



(TBC)