A/N: She's recovering all right, and Dean promised her to take her out for lunch in the middle of an investigation so she doesn't stay in the motel room throughout the whole thing. As a sign of her coming back to her old self, here you have some jealous Oya and an overwhelmed Dean ahah
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The investigation was taking a lot more time than they suspected because they couldn't locate soon enough the vampire nest much to Oya's dismay. She enjoyed going on a hunt with both Dean and Sam -especially after her birthday spent with the two of them- but she felt stuck in her rôle as the guy in the chair because the brothers would do all the heavy lifting while she waited in their motel room for a phone call about a research here and there. If it was a witch or a monster they had not fought yet -for example, anyone from her folklore- then things would have been exciting, but they were hunting vampires and since the Alpha wasn't even involved in the disappearances, the case lost its interest for Oya. Of course, she would still help and they would get rid of the nest, but not being able to go on the field felt very limiting and she hated it. Dean felt her frustration and decided to help her. He promised she would leave the motel room and hang out with them. Today the mission was simple, he could take her to the morgue so they could take a look at the bodies and try and find some clues about where they could have been killed -not dumped- to narrow their researchers. She was a professional coroner so it would not be too difficult to sneak under the radar and talk to the local coroner.
However, Oya needed some fresh air and the best way would be to take her to lunch. So they went. All three of them went to the local diner where they knew would be pies and other delicious greasy food. Dean was pleased to see Oya wear a lovely yellow dress that made her look tiny and cute and sexy at the same time. He loved how the dress clung to her generous curves and yet was fluid and short enough to let her breathe under the fabric. You wouldn't believe she had been shot three weeks ago.She had kept the faux-rings they used when they tried to rescue Leda and Nadya as pendants she would nervously play with when she felt stressed and he noticed but said nothing about it. He wasn't very comfortable with the idea of being « married » to her, especially since marriage felt a lot like the end. -maybe that was because his parents died. His mom did first, then his dad lost himself into his job and died to try to avenge his wife. Dean didn't want to experience the same thing, especially since he saw how he reacted when Oya was injured. He nearly lost his mind thinking she might die from that gunshot.- YET, he had to admit that it was somehow sweet to spend some time pretending he was married to Oya. They weren't themselves most of the time But he liked how it made him feel. To have some sort of routine, to find her at home, happy to see him home. That wouldn't become something more and he had NO plans to getting married to her, and neither did she. It just was a time of their lives where they lived this weird parallel uncanny life she liked.
Oya sat in between Dean and Sam at this nice dinner. She had not been with the two of them for some time so she was very excited about talking with them. She went on and on about how it sucked being stuck at home and how she had missed being on the field. She talked about her injuries and how it sucked because it didn't heal fast enough for her taste but they both told her they were glad she didn't have any complications and was recovering fairly well for someone who was shot in the guts. Then the conversation shifted to something a lot more "pleasant": Work. They talked about how complicated it was for them to find the nest and how many young kids disappeared at an alarming rate and they couldn't seem to find the nest. Oya suggested that maybe they were taking the problem from the wrong angle and that the kids were probably out of town and that was why they couldn't find the nest in town. Would vampires hunt outside of their comfort zone? It made the brothers furrow their brows but it wasn't a dumb suggestion. How could they track them if that was the case? She suggested that the kids had to have a link that could explain why they could disappear without being noticed. The profile had to be the same even though the victims were vastly different in terms of ethnicities and social backgrounds. Some were rich, others were homeless so they better have a link.
"I would investigate on that, the places they used to go, the people they use to see."
"Sam....I saved you some troubles and narrowed down searches to three places we know most of those kids went to. The Youth center, the local gym and there's this dinner called Barbershop where many of them were last seen."
"Is that me or are we in some Law and Order episode?" Dean asked her in order to make her smirk, which she did.
"Is this your way to say I did a good job? I'm the guy in the chair anyway, of course, I'd do a great job!" She asked, leaning into the chair. He grinned at her and held her hand but they were interrupted by the waitress, a cute blonde woman with a very nice figure Oya didn't miss, who seemingly had been ogling Dean from across the counter. Well, Oya didn't need this to be true to get fired up. She simply needed to think about what could possibly happen to be pissed off. "What do you want?" She sneered at her, brows furrowed.
"I came to take your orders ma'am." She said, tucking some blonde locks behind her ear. "You haven't ordered anything to eat and you've been here for a while so I was thinking.."
"You thought good," Sam said. "We're starving. We'd have burgers and fries, with beers."
"For all three of you?"
"Yes, unless you'd want something different Dean?" He asked, looking at his older brother who was oblivious to the admirative stare of the waitress. Oya wasn't and she shot daggers at her as well as at Dean who swallowed a lump and cleared his throat. "Anything different or we're good?"'
"Is Dean your name?" The waitress asked, as she turned her back at Oya and put herself in between Dean and her. Of course she was just trying to make contact, she had not seen how close he was of Oya, hadn't seen them hold hands or him stroke her shoulder before she came to their tables and they were wearing professional attires (Oya still had her jacket of the FBI since it was a fresh day, so she assumed they were agents on the field to tackle the disappearing of several kids. "It's a gorgeous name!" Dean grinned, oblivious to the young woman's attempt at seducing him.
"I know right? Thank you, EErr Marcy! You also have a very sweet name." He said to her with a nice smirk. Oya kept on shooting daggers at both of them, especially Dean since he didn't seem to realize what was happening. Marcy let her hand wander and put it on Dean's shoulder. She held onto it and gently stroked it, which achieved to anger Oya.
"We're good." The African hunter groaned, her eyes narrowed as she perceived this gorgeous blonde as a threat. Rightfully so since she was obviously trying to get into Dean's pants but it still was overreacting because she /knew/ Dean didn't care about that. He didn't care so much that he didn't realize she was flirting with him. "Maybe you could give our order and leave us the fuck alone."
"Oya." Sam scratched the back of his neck, knowing too well than escalate the situation. He cleared his throat as a way to ask her to calm herself down but she didn't. She noticed and knew what he meant but decided to ignore it altogether.
"Oh, I will ma'am. I just wanted to talk to your colleague a little bit." She said, blushing and tucking some more golden locks behind her ear.
"You mean you were flirting with him?"
"I didn't mean to offend."
"Oya it's enough."
"Enough? Can't a woman go have lunch with her boyfriend without being motherfucking disrespected by the very first blonde tramp working at a dinner joint?" She raised her voice and crossed her arms as the blonde was mortified. It wasn't needed and Oya knew deep inside that she was not correct but it had been a while since she went out with him and just the thought of all these pretty girls flirting with Dean was STILL upsetting her. Marcy turned red from shame.
"I didn't know you were together. I had no clues, I thought since you were colleagues that you couldn't fraternize.."
"I don't fucking CARE! What are you still doing next to my boyfriend? Get the fuck out of here and give our order!" She yelled at the young woman, making her scurry out of the place. Dean blinked at her.
"Why did you do that?" -Sam cleared his throat and stood up.-
"I'm going to the restroom."
"No sit there!" Oya said. "Dean, I think you're adorable and very cute because you're oblivious to what's going on but for fuck sake, she was flirting with you and you let her touch you!"
"It wouldn't have gone far! she touched my shoulder!" He said, scratching the back of his head.
"And next time she would have stroked your cheek! You're fucking attractive! You're so sexy--"
"I need to be out of this! guys!" Sam complained! He didn't want to listen to someone else gush about how sexy his older brother was, no matter how true that was. Oya was pissed off because her territorial self couldn't accept that someone touched him and it was moving Dean who could see and feel how much she cared about him and how much she valued him and it pleased him even though he didn't like when she was upset like that.
"Sit still!" She commanded and crossed her arms and pouted.
"Oya, come on."
"No." She puffed her cheeks. "You're too damn oblivious for your own good. They would try to get into your pants."
"And you think that men or women wouldn't want to get into yours? Do you want me to remind you of Jen?" He asked, lifting a brow. Jen was Oya's friend from before the Winchesters who ended up actually wanting to jump into Oya's pants and tricked her some night they were hunting together. Being first degree and very naive at times Oya didn't see that coming and while the events unfolded in front of Dean (through the phone conversation they had), she felt terrible for not having noticed it before. it shut her mouth and she pouted harder.
"Fuck you, Dickhead!""
"Fuck you too, Bitch! I didn't forget what happened and trust me, I feel the same as you do right now because you're amazing and sexy and too damn gorgeous to have people NOT wanting to be with you too. How do you think I feel when you're away on a mission? And with what happened with Jen, I'm worried you would not see that coming again."
"Wait what happened with Jen?" Sam asked, unaware of this misadventure.
"You wouldn't want to know," Dean added while he held Oya's hand. "You've been rude to her."
"Because she touched you. I hate that when someone touches you. You're mine to touch." She wasn't angry anymore, his words had worked well on her so she was just a bit upset.
"I know." He grinned and pushed his chair closer to hers. "While it usually is very funny, this time I thought you would have slapped that poor girl."
"I think you don't need me right now. I'll be back and you gotta explain to me who this Jen is." Sam said as he left the table. Dean put his head a little forward so she could grab it with both hands and she nuzzled his nose.
"You are quite something Mr. Winchester." She pecked his lips.
"Are you still mad?" She shook her head and pressed her lips against his again.
"Not anymore." Dean sighed in relief and chuckled.
"Someday you really would fight someone over a glance at me."
"Who said I hadn't already?" She pressed her lips against his some more and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "It's good to be back on the field though. I can't wait to be fully healed so we could hunt together again"
"Sure, but you're great at being our guy in the chair so far."
"Better this than nothing!" She grinned and released him so he could sit normally again, his hand over her leg under the table.
(TBC)
"I would investigate on that, the places they used to go, the people they use to see."
"Sam....I saved you some troubles and narrowed down searches to three places we know most of those kids went to. The Youth center, the local gym and there's this dinner called Barbershop where many of them were last seen."
"Is that me or are we in some Law and Order episode?" Dean asked her in order to make her smirk, which she did.
"Is this your way to say I did a good job? I'm the guy in the chair anyway, of course, I'd do a great job!" She asked, leaning into the chair. He grinned at her and held her hand but they were interrupted by the waitress, a cute blonde woman with a very nice figure Oya didn't miss, who seemingly had been ogling Dean from across the counter. Well, Oya didn't need this to be true to get fired up. She simply needed to think about what could possibly happen to be pissed off. "What do you want?" She sneered at her, brows furrowed.
"I came to take your orders ma'am." She said, tucking some blonde locks behind her ear. "You haven't ordered anything to eat and you've been here for a while so I was thinking.."
"You thought good," Sam said. "We're starving. We'd have burgers and fries, with beers."
"For all three of you?"
"Yes, unless you'd want something different Dean?" He asked, looking at his older brother who was oblivious to the admirative stare of the waitress. Oya wasn't and she shot daggers at her as well as at Dean who swallowed a lump and cleared his throat. "Anything different or we're good?"'
"Is Dean your name?" The waitress asked, as she turned her back at Oya and put herself in between Dean and her. Of course she was just trying to make contact, she had not seen how close he was of Oya, hadn't seen them hold hands or him stroke her shoulder before she came to their tables and they were wearing professional attires (Oya still had her jacket of the FBI since it was a fresh day, so she assumed they were agents on the field to tackle the disappearing of several kids. "It's a gorgeous name!" Dean grinned, oblivious to the young woman's attempt at seducing him.
"I know right? Thank you, EErr Marcy! You also have a very sweet name." He said to her with a nice smirk. Oya kept on shooting daggers at both of them, especially Dean since he didn't seem to realize what was happening. Marcy let her hand wander and put it on Dean's shoulder. She held onto it and gently stroked it, which achieved to anger Oya.
"We're good." The African hunter groaned, her eyes narrowed as she perceived this gorgeous blonde as a threat. Rightfully so since she was obviously trying to get into Dean's pants but it still was overreacting because she /knew/ Dean didn't care about that. He didn't care so much that he didn't realize she was flirting with him. "Maybe you could give our order and leave us the fuck alone."
"Oya." Sam scratched the back of his neck, knowing too well than escalate the situation. He cleared his throat as a way to ask her to calm herself down but she didn't. She noticed and knew what he meant but decided to ignore it altogether.
"Oh, I will ma'am. I just wanted to talk to your colleague a little bit." She said, blushing and tucking some more golden locks behind her ear.
"You mean you were flirting with him?"
"I didn't mean to offend."
"Oya it's enough."
"Enough? Can't a woman go have lunch with her boyfriend without being motherfucking disrespected by the very first blonde tramp working at a dinner joint?" She raised her voice and crossed her arms as the blonde was mortified. It wasn't needed and Oya knew deep inside that she was not correct but it had been a while since she went out with him and just the thought of all these pretty girls flirting with Dean was STILL upsetting her. Marcy turned red from shame.
"I didn't know you were together. I had no clues, I thought since you were colleagues that you couldn't fraternize.."
"I don't fucking CARE! What are you still doing next to my boyfriend? Get the fuck out of here and give our order!" She yelled at the young woman, making her scurry out of the place. Dean blinked at her.
"Why did you do that?" -Sam cleared his throat and stood up.-
"I'm going to the restroom."
"No sit there!" Oya said. "Dean, I think you're adorable and very cute because you're oblivious to what's going on but for fuck sake, she was flirting with you and you let her touch you!"
"It wouldn't have gone far! she touched my shoulder!" He said, scratching the back of his head.
"And next time she would have stroked your cheek! You're fucking attractive! You're so sexy--"
"I need to be out of this! guys!" Sam complained! He didn't want to listen to someone else gush about how sexy his older brother was, no matter how true that was. Oya was pissed off because her territorial self couldn't accept that someone touched him and it was moving Dean who could see and feel how much she cared about him and how much she valued him and it pleased him even though he didn't like when she was upset like that.
"Sit still!" She commanded and crossed her arms and pouted.
"Oya, come on."
"No." She puffed her cheeks. "You're too damn oblivious for your own good. They would try to get into your pants."
"And you think that men or women wouldn't want to get into yours? Do you want me to remind you of Jen?" He asked, lifting a brow. Jen was Oya's friend from before the Winchesters who ended up actually wanting to jump into Oya's pants and tricked her some night they were hunting together. Being first degree and very naive at times Oya didn't see that coming and while the events unfolded in front of Dean (through the phone conversation they had), she felt terrible for not having noticed it before. it shut her mouth and she pouted harder.
"Fuck you, Dickhead!""
"Fuck you too, Bitch! I didn't forget what happened and trust me, I feel the same as you do right now because you're amazing and sexy and too damn gorgeous to have people NOT wanting to be with you too. How do you think I feel when you're away on a mission? And with what happened with Jen, I'm worried you would not see that coming again."
"Wait what happened with Jen?" Sam asked, unaware of this misadventure.
"You wouldn't want to know," Dean added while he held Oya's hand. "You've been rude to her."
"Because she touched you. I hate that when someone touches you. You're mine to touch." She wasn't angry anymore, his words had worked well on her so she was just a bit upset.
"I know." He grinned and pushed his chair closer to hers. "While it usually is very funny, this time I thought you would have slapped that poor girl."
"I think you don't need me right now. I'll be back and you gotta explain to me who this Jen is." Sam said as he left the table. Dean put his head a little forward so she could grab it with both hands and she nuzzled his nose.
"You are quite something Mr. Winchester." She pecked his lips.
"Are you still mad?" She shook her head and pressed her lips against his again.
"Not anymore." Dean sighed in relief and chuckled.
"Someday you really would fight someone over a glance at me."
"Who said I hadn't already?" She pressed her lips against his some more and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "It's good to be back on the field though. I can't wait to be fully healed so we could hunt together again"
"Sure, but you're great at being our guy in the chair so far."
"Better this than nothing!" She grinned and released him so he could sit normally again, his hand over her leg under the table.
(TBC)
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