Doya: Walking circles

A/N: Just to close the case and have them return home (to match where we're at now). The whole mission would be from Oya's pov of course.

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She was walking in circles because she had not heard from any of the Winchesters since they finally went hunting and exterminate the vampire nest they finally located. Of course, she should be used to Dean and Sam taking on powerful enemies, especially the vampires who were a real pain in the ass to kill when it was the night. They could have caught them off guard by attacking during the day, but the minute they figured out that the nest was indeed out of town and they had to drive to get there, it already was the night. Oya, who was already stressed because of her injury, was even more stressed not to be outside and hunt with the brothers.

Part of it was because hunting was in her DNA. She was a hunter whose whole life was about dealing with monsters, either by killing them when they were nefarious, or protecting them when they were protectors. (they were a few of them but they did exist). She missed being on the field, following leads, fighting enemies and of course killing them. Maybe it came with the hunting culture but she was missing the adrenaline of a good hunt, the thrill of the fight. It was a side she did show but with restraint because she didn't know how much Dean and Sam were into hunting since they were thrown into this world against their will.

Part of it was also because she needed to feel useful. Being forced to stay home wasn't exactly how Oya envisioned her life. She needed to move, to keep her mind busy and to find ways not to sit around and think. She had nightmares more frequently when Dean was away and while he did ask how she was holding up when he was not with her, she always managed to tell him she was okay. She kinda was, she kept herself busy reading about monsters she'd never encountered before and rituals she hadn't heard of to keep her mind sharp and expand her knowledge Yet, it really was the silence that freaked her out.

Oya hated being on her own for that reason, coupled with nightmares that only entertained the flame of her guilt alive. It happened less and less when she was outside, doing her job with Dean or Sam or even Castiel when the latter showed up. She could focus on her mission, put her whole mind into the monster of the week so when there was none of that at home? She could only be thinking of her loss and tragedies. She could only be thinking of her family that wasn't around anymore to see her be happy.

She could only be thinking of how hard it was for her to be on her own while Dean still had siblings and children. For a guy who was « alone », he certainly wasn't that much. He had family that didn't stop at Sam or Castiel and while the ebony hunter was thrilled with the idea of meeting new members of the family, she had none to introduce him to, at least, not the closest. She still had a surviving cousin in Europe. His name was Jean-Christophe and he was one of the most fearless people she'd ever met. They spent their childhood together until Jean-Christophe's mother decided to leave

Cameroon and settle in France instead because her husband, who was not a hunter, was hired by a French company. They lost contact until very recently. She heard Jean-Christophe's mother died of natural causes and found his contact details so she could send him an email. He had not responded yet, which prompted the woman to believe that he hated her for causing the death of her family. Cameroon was a relatively small country, everyone knew everyone and given the reputation Oya's family had, it was just a matter of time before the whole diaspora learned what happened to the Nzi Mulenge and how her incompetence caused the possession of her brother and the consequences that followed.

The situation fueled her guilt, making it clear to her eyes that she couldn't be fully redeemed for the situation, while it was just her imagination playing tricks on her mind. Her being restless and feeling inadequate because she was injured was doing a number to Oya who decided to focus on Dean and Sam and helping them with their mission. It was nice to be able to be their « guy in the chair » and do all the research they usually would on their own. She felt as if she was part of the mission (and she was, to some extent) but now that it was action-time, Oya realized that she cruelly was missing being in action. So she paced around.

Her hand mind-absently patted her patched-up wound as she strutted in the room. It was an interesting case with vampires not acting like usual. They thought that maybe if they were hunting outside of their comfort zone then nobody would be able to link the murders to their nest. And they were half-right. Police would have eventually pieced things together but they would be fresh blood supplies for the vampires. It was a hunter's job and hunters would have found them even if it took longer to get there. Oya and Sam brainstormed last time at the restaurant and it became obvious. Come on Oya! Trust the boys a little more! They would be back home before you even had the time to say a « thank you ».

She stopped pacing around and bit her thumb as stress as taking over. Calm down. You can calm down Oya. Dean's safe! Dean and Sam are coming home! She kept telling this to herself in order to fight her anxiety. Her hands were clenching and unclenching rapidly as she tried to control her breathing but it was becoming harder for the ebony hunter who realized that nothing at this point could help her and she needed to sit and let her tears roll down her cheeks. She had to cry. So she sat back on the bed, crossed her legs in a meditative pose and put the TV in the motel room on to cover the noises she would make while sobbing.

She hated to be like this, eaten up by her own nightmares and restless nights, weakened by her guilt and the loneliness induced by being on her own for weeks now. Of course, Dean stopped by to rest some, eat better and pack again and she enjoyed the moments they were together but everything felt ruined because of that gunshot. Yes! Oya knew it was being irrational to think that /this/ particular gunshot would ruin her hunter's life but since she couldn't leave that damn bunker and now that damn room, her anxiety blew up. She ran her hands through her curly black hair and wiped the tears off of her face. She killed the Asanbosam, she avenged her family!

Her brother Kalusha got himself in this situation and she couldn't have helped him even if she was there. Possession happens really fast, Asanbosam are quite difficult to kill on your own so she couldn't have helped him or killed him on the spot. He went hunting on his own so it wasn't on /her/. Banters happen all the time and words you end up regretting too. Yes she did regret spitting at his face that he wasn't a real hunter without her and yes, it did encourage him to go on his own but if he truly knew better, he wouldn't have gone.

She missed her family. She wished she could introduce them to Dean the way she kept on « bumping » into his family. She hoped they would consider her as part of their family after a while but you could never know these kinds of things. And who knew? Maybe she wouldn't even last that long with Dean after all. It had only been a year and a few months since she met the brothers. Sure, they did spend INTENSE days together but it only was a year. Sure, in Hunters lives, a year felt like an eternity but it still wasn't enough to write it on stone.

Maybe, she simply didn't want to lose this new family of hers, she found so randomly? The fear of being alone like that again was tugging at her heartstrings and she sobbed a little more. That was silly, this meltdown was silly.. everything was si---- The door opened to a very exhausted and bloody Dean who closed it behind him. He saw his girlfriend too caught up with her own tears to notice he was back. He put his bag quietly on the chair and sat on the bed, next to her. Oya felt his presence and looked up to his face, visibly relieved.

« You are back! » She said with a soft smile on her lips while she cleaned her face with the fabric of her shirt.

« That I am. In one piece, alive and well. » He pressed his lips against hers and stroked her cheek. « What's wrong? »

« Lack of sleep, babe. I haven't slept very well since I got shot.» She smiled at him and leaned her head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

« Nightmares? » She nodded and he understood. She always was very cranky after having a nightmare and if it had been going for quite some time, there was no surprise that it would affect her the way it did. « I'm here now. »

« I know.. » She said, wrapping her arm around his waist. « Are you injured? »

« A lil' bit. Nothing a good shower can't fix. » He said planting a kiss on her forehead. « Maybe you'd be happier if you joined me under the shower? »

« Is this an invitation? » She purred, a grin creeping on her plump lips. »

« Maybe.... You are injured still, so we're very limited in what we can do. But I was thinking, hugging and kissing under the shower would lift up your mood? »

« You thought well. Let's do this then. I might even quickly fall asleep like that. »

She said standing back up and outstretching her hand to him so he could grab it. Dean smiled at her, satisfied that with just a couple of words he was able to improve his girlfriend's mood. He understood how she felt, being unable to go on a hunt had to suck a lot, especially for someone who enjoyed hunting like she did. He knew she wanted to be useful and took her on this hunt after she asked repeatedly because he knew it would help her feel at least, less bored. He wouldn't take her on many hunts -maybe this even was the exception- but at least he enjoyed this one. The older Winchester brother stood up and walked towards the bathroom for a very nice and sweet intimate moment with Oya where he would feel her warm skin and give her some sweet loving before they hit the bed and sleep like rocks.

-TBC-