DOYA : A taste of « normalcy »

A/N: And a little action scene. A rescue mission turned into a survival one. However, it did give Oya and Dean a taste of how their lives would have been if they were « normal » people.

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« Mommy? Are we going to die? »

Oya heard the little girl ask her mother, Leda, as the two hugged each other. Of course, the mother reassured her daughter and told her that everything would be alright but neither she or Dean or Oya knew for that matter if any of them would survive the night. The African hunter glanced at Dean who was by the window and from time to time peeked at the garden to see how many enemies gathered around the house. The situation escalated quickly since their arrival but it wasn't impossible to survive the ordeal. She walked closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

« How many? »

« I've counted 5 of them. Each of them has two guns, I saw one with a knife. »

« Five? Sounds manageable... » -Oya said as she looked at the mother and the daughter. « Dean, if we don't make it... » She sighed and then cupped his cheek. « It was a great ride. » She grinned and pressed her lips against his.

« Listen! I don't mind taking lives if that means I can protect my daughter! » The mother finally said. « After all, I dragged you into this Oya. I need to do something. »

« And take the risk to have your daughter live knowing her mother killed people, Leda? »

« I don't mind a few dead people. » Leda nodded and hugged her daughter tighter. « I need to do what's right for my daughter. I need to. » She said in a growl.

Leda married a werewolf who accidentally bit the daughter she had from a previous marriage and turned her into a werewolf. Her husband's whole pack was slaughtered ever since this « couple counselor » appeared in town. It turned out that the man was a hunter who was hellbent on slaughtering every beast, including children. Leda was born Cameroonian and used to hang out with Oya and her family when they were younger. She moved out to the USA two decades ago where she acquired the American nationality and made a life for herself as a fashion designer.

Her first marriage didn't work out but she had the exclusive parenting rights on her kid, Nadya. Jerome, the werewolf was a good man, with a heavy secret and neither she or Nadya wanted to leave him. He loved his family and even went against his pack's rules, not to date outside of the community. Of course, when the strange man started to kill every werewolf, she decided to protect her child and call her childhood friend for an extraction mission. Oya couldn't refuse the case and asked Dean to come with her.

Of course, Dean wanted to have confirmation that the mysterious deaths were of actual monsters before he made a move. He needed to confirm Leda's story and find a way out of town that wouldn't require killing anybody. The plan was to pretend He and Oya were a married couple who'd just recently moved into the house of one of the victims. To be less suspicious, Oya had to pretend she was the sweet and innocent Stepford wife. It was a real challenge given the abrasive nature of the hunter who had to conceal her disgust and anger. She normally would have lashed out at her anyone who decided to attack her but it would have exposed her real nature, so she gave tight smiles. Of course, Dean always came to her rescue and was intimidating enough to make the pig, who addressed Oya in derogatory terms, think twice before escalating the situation. Curiously, racism was quite not the main reason people came to them. People didn't come at them because they were an interracial marriage but rather that they came from the big city.

Some of the new neighbors were suspicious of these newcomers who knew nothing about living in a small town and probably thought it was fancy before it was time to leave. Others didn't mind them and were very friendly. Most were upset over the deaths that occurred but never connected the dots. They always looked like bad luck or domestic accidents and only the most superstitious of them thought it was God's retribution. After all, these couples all entered a therapy, so their marriage wasn't working well and if it wasn't then it probably was because Satan entered their relationships. Fortunately, many did welcome and appreciate the new couple. Many neighbors came with apple pies or beef lasagnas too.

Leda and her daughter were the house next door so Dean and Oya spent most of their nights in their house for dinner. Oya enjoyed it. She enjoyed waking up in the morning and kissing Dean goodbye when he went to work at the local cabinetmaker. He was great with his two hands and manual labor became art whenever he was working wood. She enjoyed wearing a ring too. At first, she thought she would have a heart attack when he slid the ring on her finger because it reminded her of Fabrice. Her hand was shaking, she was shaking but he held her hand tight and kissed her hard in order to reassure her. They weren't going to get married for real and they weren't going to lead this boring-ass life together. It was all an act. She was aware of that but seeing that ring after several weeks of playing pretend was quite something.... it felt good?

« Let's turn the lights off. We'll surprise them. They wouldn't be able to see her clearly through the dark. Leda, shelter Nadya now! »

She whispered, swallowing a lump, as she stared at her friend hide her daughter under the kitchen sink. A quick glance to Dean who nodded and they turned the living room and the kitchen's lights off. All three of them quickly spread across the house. Leda took the biggest kitchen knife she could find, while Oya and Dean both had guns and knives in both hands. Leda waited in the middle of the living room. Dean was hidden in the wall near that separated the living room from the entry hall and Oya was on the other side. All three of them were staring at each other, their eyes now used to be in the dark. There was barely a sound in the house but they could clearly hear the footsteps of their assailants become louder and louder. Finally ! The front door was destroyed with a kick and the five men entered the house.

« Jean! Dirk ! Go upstairs! Check for the bitch and her abomination! Jack, Cole, follow me. Anything that moves, you shoot! »

Orders were clear. Dean tightened his grip on his knife and Oya on her gun. She looked at him, thinking that it might be the last time she had the pleasure to stare at his face. It didn't last long, maybe just a second where she wished they didn't come here for a case, but maybe because they really wanted to start over. Yes, it wasn't true, it wasn't them. Oya wasn't meant to be a housewife. All the days spent without hunting were wasted days for her. She wanted the thrill of the hunt, the fight, the danger and the fact she saved lives. She wanted to be in the action rather than watch Dean do all the heavy lifting. Dean hated it as well. Not being able to hit the road and hunt for a ghost or a werewolf was painful to him. Being a hunter defined him, saving people lives, doing it with Sam, Oya or Cas.

It was who he was and he refused to give it even though he had a taste of what a normal life was by Oya's side. It felt as though both had retired and were living the American dream except after a while it became old and boring. Of course, the only thing he wasn't fully against -although not exactly looking forward to- was wearing that ring and calling Oya his wife. It felt alien in his mouth. It felt like he was living in an alternate reality but it wasn't completely bad either. In real life, they were FAR from calling each other husband and wife. Both couldn't even get around her calling him « boyfriend » in private (she never did in public. Always called Dean by his name or Dickhead rather than a pet name) so how could they even get to him calling her wife?

The ring wasn't a bother. It wasn't because he somehow already wore something from her that felt like one -the pendant she sculpted for him-. And he bought a custom dagger he knew she would love to have, with her name carved on it along with the date she gave him the pendant. The ring wasn't a bother but it felt like a promise. -not an improvement of some sorts since their relationship was already great as it was. Indeed, they slept together, fucked each other, hunted together and protected one another. - Very few people were aware of their bond. Sam knew because he was clever, Cas was an angel so he would notice this kind of things rather quickly. Crowley by extension guessed it, which didn't please either of Dean or Oya. The rest of the world was unaware which led to hilarious moments of Oya's jealousy exploding on the unaware ladies who dared to get close to Dean. The ring, somehow, made it official and everyone was aware of their bond and stopped trying to get into his pants or hers for that matter. It wasn't as bad as they thought it would be but it wasn't exactly ideal either. Either way, now wasn't the time to think about it

James, Cole and the nameless leader arrived at the living room. They slowly walked past the front door. James who was the closest to Dean turned on his left and tried to shoot at him, but Dean pushed his arm away, making the gun hit against the wall and making James grunt. He grabbed Dean's shirt and pushed him against the wall. Cole was on the nameless leader's right. As soon as he heard James having trouble, he pointed his gun at Dean but Oya used her knife and stabbed his arm, making him groan in pain and turn on his right to slam Oya against the wall. The nameless leader shot without warnings at Leda since she was in his range but she moved fast and dodged the bullets. She crouched and hid behind one of the coaches and slowly crawled towards the other end of it. The noise attracted the other two men, Jean and Dirk who quickly went downstairs.

Dean could have been upset over the prospect of taking a life, years ago he would have been. Time went by and after dealing with so much shit, all he knew was that he would do all he could to save innocent lives. Leda's daughter was innocent. Yes she ate raw beef meat, yes she sometimes turned into a werewolf cub but she was aware of her true nature and what it implied. She was aware of the precautions she had to take and Leda was raising her right. She was a precious little girl and he refused to see her die at the hands of hateful people. He dug up and found out that the pack they killed was actually helping the community and that many townspeople were aware of their true nature. This counselor and his ilk of skilled hunters arrived and forced their bigoted views on the townspeople. James fired two bullets and one grazed Dean's ear, making it bleed profusely -but it wasn't lethal so he didn't care. Dean didn't flinch much, aside from having his eardrums shocked to the point he couldn't hear anything for a good 20 minutes. It didn't matter, it had happened before. He threw James away, making him fall on his back and shot one bullet on his left arm and another one on his head.

Oya felt Cole's hand grab her neck and slam her against the wall. It made her drop her gun on the floor. She might have stabbed his arm earlier on but didn't hurt any nerve so he could still move it. He was taller than her, at least of three good heads and used his height to his advantage. She kicked his belly, but he was strong enough to resist her assaults. She tried to stab him but he grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the wall, effectively making her drop her knife as well. Her eyes grew wide. Leda closed her eyes as the leader shot at the couch, thanking her husband for choosing such a thick furniture. She then went at the edge of it and met face to face with him. The leader was a tall lean brown haired guy who held his gun a few inches from her face. Before he could shoot at her, Dean shot his shoulder, making him lose focus and allowing Leda to stand up and slash the wrist that held the gun. The leader screamed and dropped his gun but he hit her face with his fist while Dirk shot at Dean. The bullet hit his shoulder but Dean turns around and planted his knife in Dirk's belly.

Oya took the opportunity of a distracted Cole who released one of her hands in order to grab his knife that was behind his back to have her hit his throat with her palm, forcing him to choke on air. She then used the same hand to punch his face and make him step back and then used her knee to hit his sternum forcing him to release her throat and her body at the same time. Oya landed on the floor. She had the time to grab the knife that was on the floor before Cole came back and with brute force, slammed her against the wall with his whole weight. She stabbed him right in the throat, thus killing him in the process, and landed on the floor right when Jean came. Alarmed by the screams of their leader, he aimed his gun at Leda and shot her in the back, making her fall.

The leader was injured but not enough for the wounds to be lethal. Oya screamed and pushed the corpse of Cole to jump on Jean from behind, crossing her legs around his waist while her hands were holding onto his neck. It made him lose his balance and prevented him from shooting at Leda. Dirk proved to be resilient so he didn't fall when he was stabbed by Dean and instead grabbed Dean's arm and punched his face hard enough to make him bleed. Dirk then punched him again and removed the knife from his belly to try and stab Dean with it instead. The Winchester older brother dodged the knife and pushed Dirk's arm away. They struggled a little before Dean managed to make him fall and straddle him. Oya watched powerlessly as Leda was headshot in front of her by the leader.

« NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!! » She broke Jean's neck in a fit of rage and as the body landed on the floor, Oya stood back up.

Dean was punching Dirk with one fist while trying to make him drop his gun. His hearing was still very bad but he was able to hear a sound (just at a distance). He kept punching Dirk, soaking his fists with blood as he went on. He heard the scream so of course, his eyes averted from his enemy to Oya who was screaming. His green eyes followed her and he noticed Leda on the floor, eyes wide open and half her brain out. He didn't even have time to warn Oya to be careful that he heard a second gunshot and saw blood quickly forming on her belly. He punched Dirk hard enough to knock him out and grabbed the gun Jean dropped near him and used it to shoot at the leader's face. Effectively killing him. He then aimed it at Dirk's face and quickly ran towards Oya. She fell on the ground, unable to stand up after the gun wound she sustained. Her eyes were wide open. It happened so quickly and she was bleeding so fast. He removed his shirt and put it on the wound to stop the bleeding. He quickly looked at her for signs of internal bleeding but she was responsive and seemingly awake.

« Oya !!!! Oya !! Fuck! Oya ! »

« I'm okay. Dean.. Go get Nadya, we need to leave right now. »

« Can you move? » She nodded and grabbed the shirt she pressed against her wound. "I'd take a look in the car when we're far away from that place.  But if it's too serious, I take you to the hospital!"

He didn't want to argue with her, he would take her to the hospital if her injuries were too serious. He helped her stand up and walked her to the stairs before he went to the kitchen and grabbed Nadya. Dean's face was so tense and serious that his jawline might have imploded from the sheer pressure alone. He was worried, overwhelmingly worried about Oya's survival. They took stab wounds, gunshot wounds, and magic wounds before but seeing her bleed this fast and this much was new for him and the sudden realization that she might die froze him. She shook her head and smiled at the little 6 years old who was protected from the sight of her dead mother by Dean before the three of them could escape from the house. Soon enough police would come over and see the bloodbath that was left behind, they would question about the couple that came to town but eventually, Oya and Dean would be declared dead or missing. Maybe if the investigation was seriously led, would they link the people killed to the other murders and allow the families of the werewolves killed these last months to finally make their peace? Dean didn't care much about all of that. He killed those assholes, saved Nadya and was more focused on saving Oya now.

Eventually, the wound would prove to be superficial as it didn't touch any vital organs and she would be patched up pretty fast at the hospital, much to Dean's relief. Nadya already knew her mother was dead, from the moment she heard Oya scream « no ! » to the fact Leda wasn't in the car with them.She surprised both adults with the way she handled the situation, knowing that bad people would eventually come and try to kill her like they did her step-dad but she was ready for it to happen. She was sent to her step-aunt in Indiana who was a werewolf and Dean took Oya back to the bunker as soon as she could hit the road. She slept through the whole trip, which allowed him to think about what it meant to see her injured. 

They were lucky it wasn't a serious injury. They were lucky Oya didn't die. He himself could have died back in that house but they got lucky. He got lucky. He let his hand on her thigh and sometimes stroked her cheek. Dean didn't want Oya to die. Seeing her injured like this helped his fears resurfaced and he nearly had a heart attack thinking about losing her. He couldn't afford to lose Oya, not now, not ever. She turned on herself and leaned into his touch a little more. Dean would not talk about the impact that case had on him. He couldn't possibly voice it, let alone inform Oya that he didn't want to see her get injured and the thought of almost losing her overwhelmed him. He wouldn't say anything because she was still alive and he would focus on that. As he parked the car, he gently woke her up with a light shake. She opened her beautiful hazel eyes and stared at him.

« We're home. » He informed her before he planted a kiss on her lips. They were home.