Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Oya and Sam : The Serial Killer Demon Case part1

A/ N: I thought of that case a while ago so I wrote that little bit. I also wanted to show the dynamic between the two of them. It might be a case that happened in the canon RP or not. I don't know yet. I might keep on writing and finish the story:)

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« Bookworm. » Oya tilted her head to her left so she could have a better look at Sam who was reading the spellbook she offered him a few months ago. Her voice took him out of his book and he glanced at her. « Relax. I wasn't going to attack you. »

« You sure sounded like it. » He cleared his throat and leaned into his car's seat. « You've been quite silent for a couple of hours. »

« I'm not that talkative. » Well, she wasn't per say but she did speak enough for Sam to notice when she wasn't. He lifted a brow, making her furrow hers. « Come on. Sammy ! There is nothing to worry about. » She then focused on the road. « Walk me through the case again. »

« We've done it a hundred times already before we even left the bunker. C'mon Oya, don't you want to talk about something else? » He asked, closing the book and leaning into his seat.

« What's wrong with working the case again? I want to make sure we didn't forget anything. » She was uncomfortable all of a sudden and he could tell by how clenched her jaw was. Oya was holding the wheel tighter « I'd still go with a demon. The only issue I have is the fact everything feels weird. A couple of weeks ago I worked with a friend on a serial killer who also happened to be a lone werewolf. Usually, they're in a pack..but he was alone. This case... this case makes me think that it's a demon who bounded itself to yet another serial killer. »

« You think there's a connection? Very few would think of the supernatural given the true nature of the perpetrator. So was it supposed to be undercover or a message to...hunters ?? »

« I don't have a fucking clue.....I guess we'll first have to solve this case and find out. » She said, tilting her head to the other side.

Sam stared at her, his eyes shifting from left to right before he opened the spellbook once again to distract himself from Oya. Since she lost Isaac, Oya was withdrawn. She took cases after cases and was rarely home and when she did, Sam noticed the bruises, the wounds, and Oya asking if they had a case for her. Save for when she fell asleep in Dean's room, Sam didn't know what went through the hunter's mind. She herself, didn't know what went through it. Oya thought she processed his death and found closure when she called his phone but it only opened the door to more questions. So she, who already was a workaholic, decided to work even more since he died. Sam tried to make her slow down -not get out of the job, but at least take a few days- but Oya refused, she instead suggested he go hunt with her since Dean was busy Chuck knew where. The younger brother accepted because at least he would get to watch after her. She came into his life like a hurricane and he didn't want to see her go away. Since she returned from the Thomas household, they never talked about what happened and he didn't have a way to check on her except working on a case with her. So here they were, going after one of the most uncanny cases they'd had before.

The victims were killed in the same fashion. Their hearts were missing, their eyes too, as if they had been burned down. It always was the same MO and the same profile. All these people were part of a cult « The Church of Light », that existed in seven states across America. It had been around for two decades and every five years, seven people died. -one in each state-. Oya didn't connect the dots the first time, she worked on the case of one of these people 5 years ago but never was able to catch the monster responsible for it. However, this year was special. 3 people died in just one state, and two didn't fit the victimology. Another 2 died in another state which prompted Oya to expand her research and discover the string of victims she hadn't noticed before. Another serial killer? That was welcome. If he was a demon? Even better. She was terrified of these creatures but in her pursuit of self-destruction, going down fighting one seemed heroic all of a sudden. Attractive even. Sam was well aware that something was up with the young woman but he didn't know how to address it. She, like Dean, was keeping her emotions in her pocket and he didn't want her to


« Okay, what's the plan, when we get there? » -She cleared her throat and tilted her head to look at Sam who was staring at her.

« We become part of the church of light. There was one person murdered already. If we're correct, the perp' would escalate and kill again. »

« Yes. We identify the killer and we get rid of them. We have to be quick so nobody else dies. » She nodded. « But we're going to have fun, Sam. I heard they were marriage supporters, so maybe we would have them talk to us more easily if we're engaged. What say you? »

«E-engaged? We never played this before. »

« All the better. Relax, I'm not going to be gross. I'm just going to make fun of you until we solve our case. » She chuckled and relaxed.

« I don't know. » He wasn't very comfortable with the idea of flirting with Oya even if that was for the sake of the case. They never did that before, not that Oya wasn't attractive but because she and Dean kinda had a « thing » going on. Sam wasn't a kid, he figured out that they became intimate pretty quickly so it was even more awkward to pretend to be Oya's fiancé. She looked at his face and couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassment. Sam furrowed his brows and cleared his throat. « It's not funny Oya. »

«Yes! Yes, it is! I cannot wait to see you in action Bookworm. I'm pretty sure I am going to laugh my ass off. » She needed to laugh, it became a need she realized she had to cater. Sam enjoyed the sound of her voice. She seemed to at least leave the darkness of her head and be in the present.

« Well, if you laugh at me, I'll have to make you pay. »

« Beers and burgers are on me. » She said, chuckling and leaning her head against the seat. For a while, her mind became lighter, as if her problems went away and she decided that she would focus on how she felt at this exact moment. The case was an exciting one and she was in great company, what could possibly go wrong?

-TBC-

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