DOYA : Summer night

A/ N: Because well, why not? Since things with Kira happened, she felt a little bit the need to recenter herself on Dean and her. So it's a little tender and probably romantic too. I'm trying to write something else than drama or action. All usual disclaimers! 

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Oya and Dean had just finished the episode of Game of Thrones of the week. She got tired of wearing the wig and threw it on the chair on the left before she turned her attention to Dean. This season was more frustrating to her than she had anticipated so of course, she was upset. He noticed and chuckled at the sight of her with puffed up cheeks and furrowed brows. She was one of the biggest supporters of Daenerys -she had her wig after all- but since the beginning of the new season she kept on being disappointed and cussed at all the characters of the show, save for Olenna and the little Bear Lyanna Mormont. Dean patted his lap to invite his girlfriend to sit on it, so she did. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs stretched on the couch.

« You're not going to sulk all night long because you're upset over a tv show! » He informed her.

She could very much sulk all night long and he didn't want them to spend another tensed day. They, themselves, were in a good place. A much better place than he expected them to be after she learned about his twins. Oya was thrilled upon learning he had children already. It set her free from an invisible fear she held about him wanting to have kids someday and her being unable to deliver in any way possible. -legal adoption was a no-no since the Winchester couldn't go through the ridiculous procedure it required-. What she didn't like, however, was the fact he hid this information from her. She was worried he might hide something as important from her in the near future but Dean promised he wouldn't and she trusted him to keep his words. He always tried to and it was more than enough for Oya.

She tried to encourage him to see Kira since the blonde was in town but it never came to fruition because Dean simply didn't call his daughter and despite being disappointed, Oya quickly overcame her disappointment when she met Kira again. Their encounter ended on a hopeful note which relieved Oya from some stress she wasn't even aware of experiencing and helped soothe her. So why was there a tension? He didn't tell her and as much as Oya wanted to move on from that, she simply couldn't. He himself couldn't avoid feeling guilty for not telling her so both of them felt a little bit as if they were dancing on eggs when their relationship wasn't going bad. As a matter of fact, it was doing great. He'd just opened up to her about something that usually breaks most new relationships but she remained by his sides, still in love with him and even more determined to fight for them. She remained by his sides and he told her the truth, one of his proudest and shameful moment of his life. -he was proud to have kids and his kids turned out to be badass hunters. However, the way he dealt with them was one of his greatest shame-

« I'm not going to sulk, I promise. I have something more important to deal with. »

« Something more important? Like what? » He asked in a bemused tone. Oya grinned at him and rubbed her nose against his.

« Mmmhh I might have an idea or two. » He gently cupped the back of her neck and leaned his forehead against hers. « I want to see you, Dean. I mean, I want to take the time to look at you okay ?... »

Oya then pushed herself off of his lap, so she could kneel on the couch first and then straddle him. His hands rested on her waist as his jade eyes stared into her hazel ones. Tonight they seemed to glow as she looked at him. He wasn't used to being stared at like that, to have someone who was interested in him despite knowing some of the horrors he had to deal with. Unlike most women he shared a bed with, Oya didn't leave. She was well aware of what he was doing since they worked together and she was a seasoned hunter. Why would she turn her back on him? Of course, legends always preceded him and one could either feel wary about being entangled with the Winchester or worship them because they saved the world several times. Dean had his fair share of supporters and haters alike but Oya wasn't motivated by his « fame ». She didn't even plan on falling in love with him and yet before she could realize it, he had smashed open the heavy doors that shielded her heart.

He grinned at her, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her toned thighs. Oya was beautiful, he always said so. He couldn't get over her strong and curvy body, the softness of her skin against his calloused fingers. Dean couldn't get over the warmth of her smiles, the rarity that her laughter was, the trembling voice she had when she was being emotional and was about to tell him how much she loved him. Dean enjoyed her touch, her passionate cries whenever they made love and how good she felt around and against him. He couldn't get enough of the warmth she provided him whenever they slept next to each other and his embrace was making her feel safe and took her nightmares away. She made him feel a certain way and it scared him more with each passing day. Who would have thought she would take that much space in his life? She might have had rough edges, the hunter knew that Oya was a good soul. She had his best interest in mind and if « Kira's bomb » wasn't a test, then he didn't know what that was. The African hunter let her fingers run over the back of his neck and into his blonde hair.

« Do you like what you see? » He teased her, his fingers still sunk into her thighs.

« Mmmhhhh maybe? » She teased him with before she pecked his nose. « Absolutely. » She whispered again and pecked at his nose again. « Haven't seen everything yet. » She said kissing the tip of his nose a third time before she pulled away from him. « I need to take a better look at you Dean. » She said, her soft fingers still stroking the back of his head, massaging his scalp in a slow motion. It elicited a pleasured groan from the hunter who ran his hands up her toned back.

« You can explore all you want. » He wasn't going to stop her but Oya softly smiled at him and cupped his left cheek with her right hand.

«This is very tempting, love, but right now, I just want to be with you at the moment we're having when everything is quiet and the world is ours. » She said pressing her lips against his. He ran his hands up to her neck and gently squeezed it. « I just realized we never have the time to do this sort of things. We're always on the road. »

His green eyes looked up to her and he ran his fingers through her black locks. He never was used to someone looking at him this intensely without malice. Surely there was Jo, there was Lisa but none of them spent this much time with him. None of them knew him as much as Oya did and stayed by his sides. Cassie would have but her first reaction was to run away from him when he told her the truth. He kept his fingers into her thick mane as she kept looking at him.

« You know... It's when you're not around that I realize how much I am actually missing your stubborn ass. »

« That's not a compliment! » He said, smacking her plump ass with his hand, making her giggle at his reaction.

« I know, I know.. I'm just saying.... I know what I'm signing for when I'm with you. I know you... » She said as she bent forward to kiss his lips. « And despite those flaws, I think you're perfect.. » She grinned and pecked his lips. « I see a man who cares deeply about his family. He cares so much that he's able to dive into the void if that meant saving Sam or Castiel. I see a man, who looked after his little brother all his life, assuming the rôle of both the dad and the mom. » He wanted to say something but she hushed him with a finger on his lips. « I see a man who's carrying the world on his shoulders, ready to sacrifice everything to save it, even if it's just a tiny soul. I see a man who's compassionate and who loves mankind. I see a man who hasn't given up on his fellow human beings... I see a broken man Dean... A broken man with a golden heart, a pure soul. » She smiled at him. « Not pure as without sin... but pure as in genuine and … yeah, loving. We can say that. » She then took a deep breath and looked at his chest.  « There's a man who loves me.../me/.. of all people. »

« What's wrong with that? » He said, feeling she wouldn't stop him from talking anymore. He straightened on the couch and held her waist to prevent her from falling from his sudden shift.

« ….....Nothing. » She sighed and looked away.

« That's not a nothing face. Oya. Hey.. » He cupped her cheek and stroked it with his calloused fingers. « That's not a nothing face at all. What's wrong with loving you? » He asked again.

« Oh.. you know... » She said with that accent he loved. He shook his head.

« I don't know.  What ? Were you going to say some crap like, you don't deserve me or you're not good enough? » He knew she was and the crooked smile she gave him sold her out.

It still baffled him that she would think she wasn't « enough » for him but then he remembered that it was her ex's fault. He never had this type of relationship, where you met your sweetheart at a young age and got engaged. She grew up thinking her life was already written in stone only to have it shredded to nothingness. He always came prepared, always anticipated the other shoe to drop and usually Dean was right. Except with Oya. At least, from her. The shoe didn't drop because she decided to leave him. The shoe could drop if she was killed which was one of his fears.

«......Maybe....Why are we focusing on me all of a sudden? » She asked, trying some gymnastics to avoid answering his questions.

Oya loved to give and she focused her attention on every member of the team. If it wasn't on Dean then she would shift it on Sam or Castiel but rarely on herself. The only moment she made herself known was whenever a woman tried to flirt with her boyfriend. The only moment she expressed herself about how she felt was when they made love or when she talked about how life was for a hunter or which monsters she hunted when she was in Africa. She wasn't used to being the center of attention and Dean picked that up.

« Why not? » He said, cupping her other cheek and moving her head so she would look at him. Oya wrapped her hands around his wrists and chewed at her bottom lip. « I can't possibly let you think that crap about yourself. I'm not doing you a favor by being with you, I chose you and that means the whole you. It's true, I'm not very talkative when it comes to how I feel but I think you're beautiful. I think I'm a lucky chum to be with you. I think... I can't get enough of you too. » He said pressing his lips against hers. She gasped and shut her eyes tight. As he broke the kiss that bruised their lips a little bit, Dean kept stroking her cheeks. « When I look at you, I see a woman with a big heart. You're always taking care of those Sam, Castiel and I. You're always checking on me, you're a tiny angry little ass-kicking machine and you care so much about our cases. Sometimes you care so much that you cross the line when we're on a mission. » He chuckled and kissed her lips. « I could go on and on about what I like about you but I'm certain of something. I don't want to lose you. » He said, his jaw tightening at his words. Her eyes grew wide as she didn't expect him to say such words and she felt tears form in her eyes. « Don't you cry pumpkin. Don't you cry okay? »

« I don't.... I'm not crying! » She said chewing at her bottom lip and shaking her head. He chuckled and pressed his lips against hers for another kiss. « Don't cry. I don't like when you do. »

« I'm not sad Dean. I'm happy actually. » She said wiping out some tears. « I never thought I would be this happy actually. I never thought I could... I never thought I could have you in my life. » She said as she pressed her lips against his hard. She felt her heartbeats increase and found herself overwhelmed because of him. He chuckled in between their kisses and leaned back into the couch with her above him.

« I prefer that. » He said as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

His emerald eyes were staring at her intensely, making Oya blush as she noticed how soft his gaze was. Dean seemed to be relaxed by her sides as if he wasn't carrying the weight of the whole world on his own. She liked to see him like this and traced imaginary patterns on his chest with her fingers. She pressed light kisses on his chest and then leaned her head against it while her arms wrapped around his torso. The moments of quietness were quite rare and she knew that soon enough they would have to work on a case.

« I don't want our Sundays to end. I love being able to rest with you, Dean. »

« Yeah.. but you'd get bored if you didn't kick some asses and busted some monster nuts. You know that. » He was right, she loved to hunt and unlike most hunters aficionados, she didn't want to kill animals, she only relished in hunting the scum of the scum that preyed on humans. Many times Dean caught her slasher smiles as they were offing nefarious werewolves or demons. He knew she didn't shy away from this either and he himself found joy in hunting evil creatures. He kept his hand on the back of her neck, stroking the sensitive skin there and sending shivers down her spine.

« You know me well. I would get bored. What say you? Sam told me earlier that he found a case we might want to look at, in Colorado. Tomorow we could hit the road? »

« Agreed! Let's find him so he could fill us in about the case so we pack tonight, we sleep well and we go? »

« Who said I want to sleep right now? » She asked, lifting her head up and capturing his bottom lip with hers. « I have something else in mind right now but to do that, we need to go back to your room. »

« Oh yeah? » He asked as he stood up and carried this little pocket monster hunter to their bedroom.

It was just one of those summer night where Dean and Oya spent a nice day together, a nice peaceful day without realizing yet that just like Dean and Oya feared, that other shoe might drop sooner than expected.

(TBC)