DOYA: He was her world

(Typos galore cause I wrote on my phone and everyone knows how bad it is when I write on it)

A/N: written during my trip :p blame it on our previous threads!It's a little old in the timeline ( so before the Asanbosam arc )

Xxxxx

Oya was very cranky this past week. Dean knew she wouldn't be quiet and even less pleasant to hunt with. She kept complaining about this or that, ignoring the elephant in the room. He read that paper in her room and he knew that it was soon her mother's anniversary. Usually he himself would drink himself to sleep when their parents' deaths would come near.

Sam and Oya didn't talk about their mom and exceptionally they talked about their dad but only to talk about how rough their "childhood" was and how much they wished they grew up like normal people did. It wasn't feisty and it certainly wasn't for Oya either. She lost her mother to a possessed brother who decapitated her right in front of the African hunter. She witnessed it, the blood, the gore, the tears and incompréhension in her mom's face as her own son stabbed her with the knife. Oya was traumatized and she acted as if she wasn't.

One night he found her in the kitchen of the bunker, sitting quietly and holding a fistful of hair. She had been crying and was cleaning her gun over and over again. There she had just put it back together but was dismantling it again. So he sat there with her. He grabbed her gun and finished dismantling it in front of her so she could break the loop. He wouldn't talk. He didn't need to. He just knew she needed him so he was there for her. Silence settled in between them but it was a good comforting one. She watched him as he put her gun back together and chuckled when he made a mistake -on purpose-. He then pretended he wanted to correct it. He made another mistake which made her chuckle again and shakes her head. She grabbed the gun from his hands and put it back together "that's how you do it, Dean!" He let it slide and smiled at her.

" oh really? Who would have known?" He asked with a soft chuckle. Oya smiled at him as he looked away. Her hand cupped his cheek and she pressed her lips against his. He kissed her back, again and over again until the kiss became more urgent.

She moaned into the kiss, closing her eyes for a minute to savor his taste before she pulled away and leaned her forehead against his. Her left hand gently scratched his light stubbled cheek before she pecked his lips again.

" Are you sure ?" Dean asked as he felt her other hand go underneath his t-shirt to feel his skin. She nodded softly and pulled away from her shirt, exposing her bra while he ran his hands over the skin of her sides. "Oya?" He asked again to make sure. " Is it what you want?" She nodded as he pushed her onto the table. Both hands were on each side of her body, on the heavy wooden table of the bunker.

" I don't know." She finally admitted, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her hands rested on the back of his neck. " I don't know Dean. I want to make out with you."

"No need to ask twice." He said stroking her soft thighs and moving his hands up to her face. He could have said a lot of things but Dean wasn't really the kind of guy to deliver speeches unless someone messed up pretty bad or tried to blame it on him. He wanted to tell Oya she wasn't alone. He wanted to tell her that she could count on him and she was family. He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful and he would protect her. Well, he wouldn't tell her but she would feel it.

He kissed her nice and slow. Dean took his time savoring her taste. His tongue played with hers, teased it as he was making out with the ebony hunter who relaxed under his touch. She felt his hand run through her curly hair and yanked it back so he could slowly nibble on her neck. Oya ran her hand over his broad shoulder and wrapped her legs around his frame to keep him close. Dean's hands rested on the table and as he let her embrace him as she damn pleased but his lips were busy kissing her.

She relaxed under his touch, feeling instantly comforted by his presence and pressed herself a little more into him. He was with her in such an important moment of her life. And the way he was kissing her made her heart jump. His kiss meant more than just an appreciative kiss or lust-filled ones his kiss meant he wanted her to feel better. That he wanted to comfort her. That he was working towards making it happen. He pulled away from her so he could look into her face. Her hazel eyes stared at him as she searched for answers to a question she didn't ask.

Truth was, she became very aware of her emotions at this exact moment. She realized how much she needed him. Her hands cupped his face and she smiled at him. It wasn't a big teeth smile but a shy one. She felt her heart race hard and fast into her ribcage. She noticed details she had not before, like the peculiar scent of tobacco, menthol, and gunpowder. She noticed that wrinkle on his left eye that was a little more creased than the ones on his right hand. She noticed the nuance in his voice and his grunts. She noticed how soft his gaze became when he was looking at her. She could feel it.

She was falling for him and Falling hard and if they had to pinpoint the exact moment she felt like this, Oya would only need to point to this moment. Dean smiled in between the kisses, looking at her as if it was the very first time he actually met her. Her smile was wet and crooked and hesitant. Her breathing was labored and she looked down for a minute, overwhelmed with her emotions. Dean noticed, he himself knew something was happening but he would rather live in the moment so he ignored his emotions and just pushed her chin up so she would look at him again.

At this very moment, she was a lot more vulnerable than she wanted to show. He Was the only thing that kept her in touch with reality. He her everything and he was more than enough. Dean stroked her lips and smiled at her. Until he realized she was crying again. His face quickly became concerned as her lips trembled and she lowered her face again to hide from him. He cleaned her face and cupped her cheek.

"I am sorry. I am sorry Dean."

" No need to. I got you."

He said grabbing the back of her head and pushing it against his chest. Oya wrapped her arms around his chest and kept crying, without holding back. Dean kept a straight face on but he mentally noted that he definitely hated when she was in so much pain.

"Thank you.."