DOYA: All I want for Christmas is you

//All the usual disclaimers. Dean doesn't belong to me, Oya belongs to me. I was feeling extremely sappy that morning! blame it on Christmas.//

Christmas Eve, Boston, 11:30 pm

~I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need~

«Oya?  You're in the shower? » -Dean growled as he entered the motel's room.

Something was brewing in the air and Oya couldn't quite put her fingers on it. She did work a case with Kira several weeks ago, a case involving a werewolf serial killer. She then worked with Sam on a demon who bonded with a serial killer and only killed the purest souls they could encounter. Now with Dean, another case started to bear some similarities with the other two cases she worked before and it wasn't looking pretty. Oya was scratching her head about what it actually meant. Sam speculated that it could have been some sort of message but Oya didn't find any specific target on the mortal realm. It wasn't directed at the Winchesters otherwise, Castiel would have informed them that it was. While she was trying to figure this out, she and Dean went on a hunt while Sam and Castiel worked on another one involving the demon who kidnapped and tortured Castiel some months ago. The case, however, was of Jeffrey Dhamer's spirit who possessed a young man, -there again, one said to have been the sweetest soul- and started to leave a trail of bodies behind him.

«Yeah! » -Her voice echoed through the whole room as she was still taking her shower-

That night, Oya quietly put a wrapped-up box on the king size bed and went to take a shower. Dean had noticed the big wrapped-up box and curiosity led him to read the card on top of it. It was Oya's handwriting, telling him to check the box because there was something for him inside. He smirked, thinking that it was a very nice gesture she shouldn't need to make. The shape wasn't a dead giveaway so Dean couldn't guess what was in the box. He did, however, open it, only to see a beautiful blade inside. It looked ancient even so Dean grabbed it and started to give a few swings with it in his hand when he heard Oya's footsteps coming closer. He still looked the blade, in love with its shape and weight that seemed perfect for slaying monsters with, so he didn't notice that she leaned against the door between the bathroom and the bedroom and didn't see her smirk as she watched him enjoy her present.

~I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree~

« It's a Musede. A magical blade of the Kota people in Gabon. It's supposed to be strong enough to destroy a demon baron. » Her hair was wet and stuck to her face, neck and shoulder. Dean finally looked up to her delicious frame, barely covered by the towel. « Merry Christmas, Dean. »

« Merry Christmas to you too. Thank you, Oya. »

He cleared his throat, feeling awkward because he didn't bring her anything. Dean wasn't big on holidays. Oya knew it, but she was. She offered Sam the original book of Nostradamus prophecies, written by himself and as she wanted him to find the present when he comes home, she left it in his room. Christmas was one of her favourites because of the lights, the music and the food. It was a moment she enjoyed because she could spend it with her family. They were all dead today but her love for the holiday didn't wither with time. She spent the whole year with the Winchester being very vocal about her love for Christmas and how much she loved receiving presents. Sam left hers in her bedroom before he left the bunker with Castiel. He offered her a vintage ugly apron he found on Amazon. He knew her love for corny shirts and aprons -aprons she never wore- and decided that the best way to make her Christmas even better would be to get her something corny like that. Dean had been quiet the whole week they spent in town. He pretended he didn't notice they were getting close to Christmas.

« You're welcome. I found this beauty on my last hunt. There is a shop every hunter should visit that exists at Nashville. You're great with blades so I thought it would be the perfect Christmas gift. » She said in a sing-along voice as she crossed her arms over her chest. Dean smirked at her, his jade eyes stared at her more intensely before he finally pointed at his bag to her. « What? »

« Did you really think I wouldn't have had something for you too? » She tilted her head and shook her head. Actually, she was convinced he wouldn't think of Christmas. Curious and excited, the ebony hunter opened his bag and saw a wrapped-up gift. It wasn't a big box like the one she used to hide the blade she offered Dean. It was much smaller, Necklace sized box. Oya blinked and turned around.

« A necklace? » He shrugged and looked at her, determined to let her find out herself. « No way ?! It can't... » She nervously opened the box and dropped it at the sight of its content. « D...Dean ?... »

~I just want you for my own

More than you would ever know~

While Oya thought he didn't really listen to her, Dean actually paid attention to what she said. He listened to her talk about her father's adventures in America and how he actually met his best friend Henry Thomas. He listened when she said that her dad gave her a family necklace that was imbued with love and could protect its wearer from curses, akin to the one she sculpted to Dean. Instead of a heart with two thorns, it was a lion with the family credo engraved on it. Sadly the teenager she was at the time lost the necklace and Henry Thomas reported the loss to the Police. Shortly after, a distraught Oya returned to Cameroon and the artefact had been found by a collector. He sold it to a charity to a fine woman who happened to be fond of African art.

Dean took the opportunity of a hunt in the town where the rich young woman was living to talk her into giving it back to him. She was difficult to convince but agreed after he saved her life. For months the older Winchester kept the artefact in his bags, looking for a way to give it to Oya without it being too formal. He noticed she was shocked, confused between smiling and crying because she never thought she would see this artefact again. The ebony hunter collected her thoughts and after she took a deep breath, Oya turned on her heels and sat by the bed, next to Dean.

«Hey.. » He said, grinning ear to ear as he saw the joy on Oya's face. She was shaking and couldn't contain her smiles. It felt good to see her smile, which was rare when you thought of it. Oya was mostly focused on the mission and rarely allowed herself a break unless she was alone in a room with Dean and they had sex or he helped her find her sleep.

« Hey... » She said, her hazel eyes now staring at him.

« Merry Christmas. » His hand was still holding the sword she offered him. Her eyes averted from his beautiful face to his neck where the necklace she offered him has still wrapped around and then to his hand.

« Merry Christmas to you too. » She whispered before she tried to put her necklace on. As he noticed she was struggling with it, Dean put his blade into the box and the box on the floor and slid closer to her. « I've got it. » She said, but her fingers were shaking too much. « Shit. »

« Let me help. » Dean suggested. She turned to bare her back to him and, defeated, handed him the necklace. « It'll go faster this way. » He mused, as she held a fistful of her hair to give him access to the back of her neck.

« Thank you...It means... the world to me. » She whispered as Dean put the necklace on her.

« Don't mention it. »

~Make my Wish come true~

He wouldn't tell her he took it as his side-quest, quietly searching for it for more than a year in between cases. He did because he wanted to witness her joy when she would have it back. Oya gently held the pendant in between her fingers and shifty-eyed from left to right as she was trying to say something clever, but nothing came. Instead, she turned again and pressed her lips against his, as hard as she could. She pressed herself onto him so he would lay on his back and straddled him swiftly. Her hands roamed over his chest, urging him to remove his shirt.

Dean smiled and ran his fingers over the warm skin of her arms. Oya looked gorgeous tonight and much warmer than usual. There was a little more than their playful games in the way she was looking at him. He read gratitude on her face, relief and a sense of wholeness he hadn't seen in her for a while. His fingers unfolded her towel and let it drop into his lap before she grabbed and tossed it on the side. She bent forward and kissed his lips in a series of pecks before he flipped her around to be on top of her. Her hazel eyes looked at him and smile graced her features. His pale hand gently stroked her cheek and her lips before she put her hand over his. They looked at each other for a minute before her playful hand reached down his belt. Oya looked at him and cupped his cheek with her right hand before he kissed her lips once again and the began their night of love-making.

~All I want for Christmas is you~