//All the usual disclaimers. It's bloody but I didn't describe it too much. //
Oya was standing near a pile of corpses. The house was the only one on that hill, which allowed for the surviving hunters to gather the bodies of their assailants and start a fire, to prevent them from returning from the dead as ghosts or other monstrosities. Oya watched the fire burn the bodies with an absent gaze. She promised Dean she would be back in one piece, but her body was bruised, she had a swollen left eye, cuts on her arms, belly, and lips. Her shirt was soaked with blood, hers and her assailants. Her hair was soaked with blood as well and her arms were drenched in it. She looked like a mess, but she survived. Next to her was a disheveled and injured Sarah, shaking still that she had to kill humans who came to attack her in her house. Joshua was next to them, held by an injured Tyler who as also watching that bonfire.
When Joshua didn't come for his own dad's anniversary, Oya was starting to feel suspicious. Sarah lost patience and the two left the cemetery to enjoy the meal Sarah prepared the eve. Bethany, Joshua's girlfriend wasn't in town that week and Sarah's husband took the twins to visit his parents, so Sarah and Oya were alone in the big family house. Joshua was supposed to join his sister and Oya at the cemetery but he never showed up, which didn't make them worry at first. Instead, since they were pissed off, both women traded stories about Henry and his legendary temper. He was a good man and an excellent mentor but he was very harsh, harsher than her own father. He was Oya's father's best friend and a second father figure to her, to the point that when he died, her family mourned him like they would mourn their own.
As the two women heard the front door slam hard, they walked towards it, only to find an injured Joshua and Tyler, who was Joshua's best friend and partner. Oya became tense at the sight of Joshua and quickly helped Tyler bring him upstairs, to her bedroom. It was the closest to the stairs and there was a first aid kit in her bags. The ebony hunter turned her face to Tyler, a handsome blonde guy whose shirt was stained with Joshua's blood. His hands were coated with the crimson liquid and he was shaking. he seemed pretty roughed up and was barely able to stand up. Given the circumstances, Oya was starting to suspect they were running away from something. Tyler kept on looking at the window as if he was expecting something or someone to come and knock at their door.
"What happened?" -She asked, almost sounding clinical.-
"We have to move.." He breathlessly said. "We have to move now." Oya eyes shot him an angry glare and she repeated.
"What /Happened/?" She asked, cleaning Joshua's wound with alcohol.
"Our last case....We uncovered a cult that was kidnapping kids and using them as offerings for a demon. We.. We decided to take them down by ourselves but we didn't know they had a demon with them. Jake and Carl died. Joshua got hurt and I took him here. The demon was taken down but the humans... they followed me. They're coming here."
Sarah made sure the doors and windows were closed and blocked with chairs before she went upstairs. She walked towards Tyler and punched him hard in the face.
"How dare you?!!! You were FOLLOWED? This is the house I raise my kids! my toddlers! How could you be so reckless?!" Joshua groaned in pain and rolled on his side to look at his sister.
"Sarah, I swear, we didn't think.."
"That's your problem, Josh! You never think things through! Why do you think I wanted to be out of this life? I didn't want that! I didn't want the constant danger!" She held back some tears and wiped her mouth. "How long do we have before they come?"
"Roughly? They might already be here." He said. "I'm sorry Sarah. we didn't mean to...We didn't mean.. fuck!" He groaned and rubbed his face, soaking it with the blood of Joshua.
"I have weapons in my bag."
"You came in my house with weapons?" Sarah almost yelled, but she shook her head. "Of course! you're a hunter. What kind of weapons?"
"I always come prepared, you know I do. you have funs, batons, knives... a couple of grenades just in case. Joshua, can you fight?" Joshua nodded.
"I won't be able to stand up, but I can shoot."
"You're going to stay in the room with Tyler. Sarah..." Oya turned her head to look at her sternly. "I know you're pissed and I'm gonna need you to be pissed at our enemies. We're going downstairs and get as many as we can get. How many are they Tyler?"
"I-I-I don't know.. 5.. maybe 6! I don't know Oya! Shit! SHIT!"
"It's alright! calm down. We can handle 6 assholes if we really want to." Oya sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'll gear up. Josh, You better stay alive." She said as she opened her bag and grabbed her two golden magnum 45 and her African combat knife. She wouldn't need more than these to take down her enemies. Sarah grabbed a pair of batons for she hated guns and refused to use them and the two went downstairs.
"Oya... If we make it tonight, I want you to promise me something."
"Depends on what it is." Oya's senses were acute as she was now paying attention to her surroundings for any unusual noise.
"Come see us more often. We haven't seen you in the last 3 years. "
"You know what it is.. I have to hit the road, I have to go hunt.."
"And you're in Lawrence from what I heard. you live with the Winchesters...You don't always hunt, you could stop by Oya!"
Her voice was full of bitterness and Oya pinched her lips as she didn't want to respond to that with more venom. There was a reason she avoided the Thomas. She would always remember their dad and ultimately hers. How sad he was when he told her about the death of his best friend, how lonely she felt when her family was slaughtered.. how much she cried for Henry's death and the emptiness she felt whenever she thought of him. She couldn't come back to his house more than once a year for his anniversary because it was less painful. Lawrence was good, she didn't have to think, she didn't have to feel. She might have turned the page on her family life, she still had a lot of issues...So she wouldn't think, she wouldn't come back to Phoenix and she would certainly NOT pay more than once a visit to the Thomas.
"I'll try."
"How come you'll /Try/ We are your family! you should..." Sarah sighed and lowered her voice. "You should come more often and at least see /my/ kids grow up!"
"Fuck you, Sarah! I didn't ask you to have kids! You have your brother upstairs! he can do.. shhh..."
As the fire kept burning, Oya turned on her heels, unwilling to watch it burn to the end. She rolled her head and yanked it back. Her hazel eyes stared at the sky and she chewed on her bottom lip. It was a gruesome fight they just had. She could have died inside this house and she knew she'd do it in a heartbeat if the opportunity presented itself. She protected Sarah, that was the reason that had her throw herself between the two of them and sustain a stab wound. She couldn't let her kids live without their mother. The cut hurt like a bitch, but Oya chugged down some alcohol. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and closed her eyes.
The memories of the night came back to her. Four men and two women attacked the Thomas house, but Oya only remembered her own violence. She remembered killing the first one, she threw a knife right in between his eyes. She remembered the other deaths too. She shot at another one, pierced her skin with her bullets before the female fell in front of her. Then at some point, she lost her guns and protected Sarah from being stabbed. That's where it was getting blurry. She took a lot of hits. He really didn't miss her. Her body was aching but she pretended she was fine. There was blood everywhere, it would require at least two days of intense cleaning but Oya had to return home.. at the bunker.
"Oya..." Sarah started, making Oya turn around. "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" She yelled, slapping the woman's face hard. Oya blinked and rubbed her cheek.
"What the fuck?"
"What did you think you were doing there? You could have died!" Sarah pushed Oya with both hands.
"So could you!" Oya responded, shoving Sarah. Tyler was alarmed by the noise and turned his head around. "SO COULD YOU SARAH! What the fuck?!! YOU HAVE KIDS! KIDS! for fuck sake! how dare you?" Oya shoved her again before she grabbed Sarah by the head and pulled her into a hug. "I will forever protect you. That's what I do." Sarah screamed into Oya's ample chest and then held onto her shirt. "That's what I do. I protect others... I protected you tonight and I would it all over again."
"You could have died." She whimpered. Joshua asked Tyler to turn him around so he could talk to Oya.
"She's right. You could have. We could have.. all of us. I'm glad Oya protected you, Sarah. I brought these assholes home, I wouldn't have taken the risk to hurt you too. Thank you, Oya, for tonight."
"You're welcome...Shhh.. shh.. Sarah.. please, don't cry. I know you're upset. The night was rough on you. Calm down." She said before her phone rang. She took it from her pocket and saw a message from Dean.
[Are you coming back or what?]
[I'll be home in a sec', just saying goodbye.]
She would take a shower, clean her wounds and then explain -or not- to the brothers why she ended up being roughed up and bruised like that. she would tell them about the people who attacked her family.. she would tell them about being soaked with blood and how difficult it is to make it go. She would tell them about the job, keeping how she truly felt that night to herself. The only thing she knew was that she did her job. She felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins and felt a certain satisfaction in protecting Sarah and Joshua.
"Would you stay for the night?" Joshua asked, hopeful for a positive answer.
"I have to go." She said, running her hand through her hair. "I take a shower and then I'm gone."
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked.
"Home."
She was going home.
-TBC-
Oya was standing near a pile of corpses. The house was the only one on that hill, which allowed for the surviving hunters to gather the bodies of their assailants and start a fire, to prevent them from returning from the dead as ghosts or other monstrosities. Oya watched the fire burn the bodies with an absent gaze. She promised Dean she would be back in one piece, but her body was bruised, she had a swollen left eye, cuts on her arms, belly, and lips. Her shirt was soaked with blood, hers and her assailants. Her hair was soaked with blood as well and her arms were drenched in it. She looked like a mess, but she survived. Next to her was a disheveled and injured Sarah, shaking still that she had to kill humans who came to attack her in her house. Joshua was next to them, held by an injured Tyler who as also watching that bonfire.
When Joshua didn't come for his own dad's anniversary, Oya was starting to feel suspicious. Sarah lost patience and the two left the cemetery to enjoy the meal Sarah prepared the eve. Bethany, Joshua's girlfriend wasn't in town that week and Sarah's husband took the twins to visit his parents, so Sarah and Oya were alone in the big family house. Joshua was supposed to join his sister and Oya at the cemetery but he never showed up, which didn't make them worry at first. Instead, since they were pissed off, both women traded stories about Henry and his legendary temper. He was a good man and an excellent mentor but he was very harsh, harsher than her own father. He was Oya's father's best friend and a second father figure to her, to the point that when he died, her family mourned him like they would mourn their own.
As the two women heard the front door slam hard, they walked towards it, only to find an injured Joshua and Tyler, who was Joshua's best friend and partner. Oya became tense at the sight of Joshua and quickly helped Tyler bring him upstairs, to her bedroom. It was the closest to the stairs and there was a first aid kit in her bags. The ebony hunter turned her face to Tyler, a handsome blonde guy whose shirt was stained with Joshua's blood. His hands were coated with the crimson liquid and he was shaking. he seemed pretty roughed up and was barely able to stand up. Given the circumstances, Oya was starting to suspect they were running away from something. Tyler kept on looking at the window as if he was expecting something or someone to come and knock at their door.
"What happened?" -She asked, almost sounding clinical.-
"We have to move.." He breathlessly said. "We have to move now." Oya eyes shot him an angry glare and she repeated.
"What /Happened/?" She asked, cleaning Joshua's wound with alcohol.
"Our last case....We uncovered a cult that was kidnapping kids and using them as offerings for a demon. We.. We decided to take them down by ourselves but we didn't know they had a demon with them. Jake and Carl died. Joshua got hurt and I took him here. The demon was taken down but the humans... they followed me. They're coming here."
Sarah made sure the doors and windows were closed and blocked with chairs before she went upstairs. She walked towards Tyler and punched him hard in the face.
"How dare you?!!! You were FOLLOWED? This is the house I raise my kids! my toddlers! How could you be so reckless?!" Joshua groaned in pain and rolled on his side to look at his sister.
"Sarah, I swear, we didn't think.."
"That's your problem, Josh! You never think things through! Why do you think I wanted to be out of this life? I didn't want that! I didn't want the constant danger!" She held back some tears and wiped her mouth. "How long do we have before they come?"
"Roughly? They might already be here." He said. "I'm sorry Sarah. we didn't mean to...We didn't mean.. fuck!" He groaned and rubbed his face, soaking it with the blood of Joshua.
"I have weapons in my bag."
"You came in my house with weapons?" Sarah almost yelled, but she shook her head. "Of course! you're a hunter. What kind of weapons?"
"I always come prepared, you know I do. you have funs, batons, knives... a couple of grenades just in case. Joshua, can you fight?" Joshua nodded.
"I won't be able to stand up, but I can shoot."
"You're going to stay in the room with Tyler. Sarah..." Oya turned her head to look at her sternly. "I know you're pissed and I'm gonna need you to be pissed at our enemies. We're going downstairs and get as many as we can get. How many are they Tyler?"
"I-I-I don't know.. 5.. maybe 6! I don't know Oya! Shit! SHIT!"
"It's alright! calm down. We can handle 6 assholes if we really want to." Oya sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'll gear up. Josh, You better stay alive." She said as she opened her bag and grabbed her two golden magnum 45 and her African combat knife. She wouldn't need more than these to take down her enemies. Sarah grabbed a pair of batons for she hated guns and refused to use them and the two went downstairs.
"Oya... If we make it tonight, I want you to promise me something."
"Depends on what it is." Oya's senses were acute as she was now paying attention to her surroundings for any unusual noise.
"Come see us more often. We haven't seen you in the last 3 years. "
"You know what it is.. I have to hit the road, I have to go hunt.."
"And you're in Lawrence from what I heard. you live with the Winchesters...You don't always hunt, you could stop by Oya!"
Her voice was full of bitterness and Oya pinched her lips as she didn't want to respond to that with more venom. There was a reason she avoided the Thomas. She would always remember their dad and ultimately hers. How sad he was when he told her about the death of his best friend, how lonely she felt when her family was slaughtered.. how much she cried for Henry's death and the emptiness she felt whenever she thought of him. She couldn't come back to his house more than once a year for his anniversary because it was less painful. Lawrence was good, she didn't have to think, she didn't have to feel. She might have turned the page on her family life, she still had a lot of issues...So she wouldn't think, she wouldn't come back to Phoenix and she would certainly NOT pay more than once a visit to the Thomas.
"I'll try."
"How come you'll /Try/ We are your family! you should..." Sarah sighed and lowered her voice. "You should come more often and at least see /my/ kids grow up!"
"Fuck you, Sarah! I didn't ask you to have kids! You have your brother upstairs! he can do.. shhh..."
As the fire kept burning, Oya turned on her heels, unwilling to watch it burn to the end. She rolled her head and yanked it back. Her hazel eyes stared at the sky and she chewed on her bottom lip. It was a gruesome fight they just had. She could have died inside this house and she knew she'd do it in a heartbeat if the opportunity presented itself. She protected Sarah, that was the reason that had her throw herself between the two of them and sustain a stab wound. She couldn't let her kids live without their mother. The cut hurt like a bitch, but Oya chugged down some alcohol. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and closed her eyes.
The memories of the night came back to her. Four men and two women attacked the Thomas house, but Oya only remembered her own violence. She remembered killing the first one, she threw a knife right in between his eyes. She remembered the other deaths too. She shot at another one, pierced her skin with her bullets before the female fell in front of her. Then at some point, she lost her guns and protected Sarah from being stabbed. That's where it was getting blurry. She took a lot of hits. He really didn't miss her. Her body was aching but she pretended she was fine. There was blood everywhere, it would require at least two days of intense cleaning but Oya had to return home.. at the bunker.
"Oya..." Sarah started, making Oya turn around. "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" She yelled, slapping the woman's face hard. Oya blinked and rubbed her cheek.
"What the fuck?"
"What did you think you were doing there? You could have died!" Sarah pushed Oya with both hands.
"So could you!" Oya responded, shoving Sarah. Tyler was alarmed by the noise and turned his head around. "SO COULD YOU SARAH! What the fuck?!! YOU HAVE KIDS! KIDS! for fuck sake! how dare you?" Oya shoved her again before she grabbed Sarah by the head and pulled her into a hug. "I will forever protect you. That's what I do." Sarah screamed into Oya's ample chest and then held onto her shirt. "That's what I do. I protect others... I protected you tonight and I would it all over again."
"You could have died." She whimpered. Joshua asked Tyler to turn him around so he could talk to Oya.
"She's right. You could have. We could have.. all of us. I'm glad Oya protected you, Sarah. I brought these assholes home, I wouldn't have taken the risk to hurt you too. Thank you, Oya, for tonight."
"You're welcome...Shhh.. shh.. Sarah.. please, don't cry. I know you're upset. The night was rough on you. Calm down." She said before her phone rang. She took it from her pocket and saw a message from Dean.
[Are you coming back or what?]
[I'll be home in a sec', just saying goodbye.]
She would take a shower, clean her wounds and then explain -or not- to the brothers why she ended up being roughed up and bruised like that. she would tell them about the people who attacked her family.. she would tell them about being soaked with blood and how difficult it is to make it go. She would tell them about the job, keeping how she truly felt that night to herself. The only thing she knew was that she did her job. She felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins and felt a certain satisfaction in protecting Sarah and Joshua.
"Would you stay for the night?" Joshua asked, hopeful for a positive answer.
"I have to go." She said, running her hand through her hair. "I take a shower and then I'm gone."
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked.
"Home."
She was going home.
-TBC-
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