Doya: the only exception

Doya: the only exception

[Why are you complicated?]

Oya watched as Dean stitched her leg. He didn't even give her a choice. As soon as she came back from her hunt, bruised and bleeding, he checked on her. Adrenaline was so high that she didn't notice her wound until she came back home and despite her protest, Dean made her petite body sit on the kitchen's table while he stitched her leg. She watched in silence, chugging a beer while he patched her up. 

[The answer to your question is right in front of you, Right in front of you. Won't you look at it?]

She wanted to speak, but words died at the back of her throat. Instead, her hazel eyes stared at Dean's skilled hands that worked fast on her. He was almost done stitching her by the time she looked at him. Her fingers twitched, as she wanted to touch his face, make sure he was really there with her but she refrained from doing so. Her eyes looked away as she took another long sip of her beer. 

He seemed to be in a good mood, a smirk crossing his face betrayed his state of mind and just like that, it disarmed Oya. She wanted to run away at this moment so he wouldn't see her blush, he wouldn't hear her trembling voice, he wouldn't see her gasp when he touched her. Oya was embarrassed at the very idea of showing these emotions, mostly because when she did, it was raw and powerful. She couldn't hide behind a tough facade, let alone pretend to be detached. She wasn't. 

[Why are you so complicated, when all you want is right in front of you?] 

She cupped his cheek with her left hand and stroked it. She thought her heart was dead and gone, numbed by years of solitude and self-imposed apathy towards anything that wasn't her mission. She thought she wouldn't melt at the sight of his beautiful smile, the sound of his voice and the intense looks he would give her. She thought she wouldn't feel the urge to be by his sides so she could enjoy his company. She hoped she would not want to protect him or try and soothe his aching soul. She thought wrong. He saw the cracks in her shell and without her realizing it, Dean was filling all the space in her head... and heart. Without her realizing it, Dean brought her dried heart back to life.... and while her first instincts were fear and anguish... tonight she felt something new....she felt whole. She felt anchored in the present, she felt alive. And safe. 

[you swore to keep your distance from the world, afraid to break it with your hands, but he is the only exception. He is the only exception]

She smiled at him, her blood-soaked fingers smearing blood on his face -hers- and bent forward to lean her forehead against his. Her lips whispered a thank you while her heart danced in her ribcage. Her lips pressed against his, savoring his taste, allowing her to get drunk with his presence all the while ignoring how she truly felt. A hunter's life was a borrowed time on Earth. She didn't want to make it more complicated than it already was. She stubbornly refused to acknowledge how she felt about him and for the time being, all was well in the world. He was there. It was all that mattered. 

-TBC- 

// disclaimers: all the usual disclaimers! Oya is mine!