Doya : What she likes

A/ N: Sam's an observer here. Oya is in a very good mood which.. dun dun dun. He actually likes. All the usual disclaimers

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Sam was exhausted from last night. He was holding his cup of coffee and blankly stared in front of him without any focus whatsoever. Dean was awake, fresh and ready to work. Unlike usual, he woke up early and started to make pancakes for when Oya would wake up. Sam looked at his cup, then at Dean who was waltzing in the kitchen, then at his cup and yawned. They didn't speak since he woke up but Dean was looking into a case. Good for him. Sam yawned again and closed his eyes, way too exhausted to say something. He had just come back from a hunt on his own and was still recovering from the bruises he collected on the job, nothing special, just some werewolf running wild and killing people, the usual stuff but something was exhausting about this case and he had not figured that out just yet. He could have if Oya hadn't made such a noise when she entered the kitchen.

«Holaaaa! » She said in a loud chuckle, wearing nothing but Dean's large shirt and a pair of Boxer. Sam lifted his cup in silence and resumed falling asleep on his chair. « It's such a beautiful day today... fresh like I love them! » She said as she sat on the table and borrowed Sam's coffee mug to take a sip. « Sorry, bookworm, but you're basically sleeping on your coffee. » She grinned and sat, meditative style on the table.

« Oya...I need my coffee to wake up. » He growled, half-asleep, which made her grin and shake her head. « Give it back. » She puffed her cheeks and gave him the cup back before her head looked away, at Dean who was making pancakes. « You have a case? »

« Kinda. Something exciting! We believe it's a good old haunting case. I want it to be a good old haunting case with a good old ghost. » She said, unable to contain her excitement. Sam chuckled and answered.

« Well, let's hope it is that then. » He knew why Oya was this excited.

His chestnut eyes averted from her to Dean she was looking in silence. Oya was hyper, always when it came to hunting. She was raised differently then they were. There was some pride in hunting, an excitement akin to those who hunted for sports. There was the challenge of the beast, the thrill of the fight and of course knowing they put their lives on the line and could die every single time they went outside. Oya had violence inside of her, a violence Sam had seen on various occasions and even talked with her about. Yet, it wasn't the hunt in itself that made Oya this happy. It was the fact she was going to hunt with Dean. It brought a smile to his face, a faint smile given how tired the younger Winchester brother was.

Oya was very easy to read, maybe even easier to read that she believed she was. It was not a secret that she fancied his brother. Sam pieced things together pretty fast with these two, from her subtle attempt to know how Dean was doing when she was talking to him, to the way she was talking of him when Sam and Oya went on hunts together. She fancied him, alright. It was more than just...sex. Sam already knew that. Oya saw in Dean things most didn't. She knew things about him most didn't and didn't run away. She knew about their missteps, their mistakes and some of the terrible things they did -Sam being a vessel of Lucifer, for example, Dean killing Death..- and she was still there, looking at them with eyes filled with stars in them. Looking at them like two human beings and treating them with a respect none of them thought they even deserved.

Oya fancied Dean and she was excited about working with him again, after so many months working on her own, going on solo missions, coming back bruised and wounded like the reckless gremlin she was. She was happy because they would spend some quality time together. She was happy just because of that and it brought a smile on Sam's face. It was so simple and yet..it felt good. Oya kept looking at Dean without a word before she turned around and ruffled Sam's hair. He looked up at her face and saw she was looking at him with a slight concern.

« You okay there buddy? » He nodded. « Good. You just look very pale. » He shrugged.

« I'm fine. Just exhausted and you took a sip of my coffee. » He growled gently before he leaned his head on the table. Oya grabbed his head and put it on her lap, making him feel more comfortable while she ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

« I'll fetch you another cup. » She said, smiling at him while her hand was still massaging his scalp.

«.... » He didn't say anything,

His eyes closed again because he was way too tired to keep them up. Oya felt good, her fingers over his hair, massaging his scalp while she herself, was humming a soft tune. That was a habit she had, something simple he noticed over the months she liked to do. Simple gestures of affection she did without thinking twice about it. She would care for them, tend to their wounds, make sure they were relaxed. If she woke up early like she did and Dean wasn't making breakfast, she would leave and buy some, make coffee and make sure they both ate. She would hum songs while doing the simple things like doing research, training and he wouldn't miss a beat. She never missed doing these things. Watching Dean make breakfast and singing a tune... A perfect morning... a morning like she liked them.

« I hope your hunt would go well... » Sam whispered in a purr, making her nod and wrap her arms around his large shoulders. In order to be more comfortable, he had his head on her lap and his arms on each side of her legs.

«I'll tell you. It's in town...so it'll be harder to find something corny to bring you back but I'll manage. »

« I don't want an apron. » He managed to say, chuckling for the first time in the morning and bringing a smile on her lips. She didn't say anything and just ran her fingers through his hair. « I don't want an apron. » He insisted before he returned to half-sleep on her lap while Dean was making pancakes.

« He's mumbling again? » He asked, turning around to look at Oya who looked past her shoulder to Dean.

« He's half sleeping, yeah. I'm starving by the way and it smells divine! » She said, smiling at him before she returned her attention to Sam who fell asleep on her lap.

« You got it! » Dean returned to making pancakes while Oya sighed happily. All was well in her world. Bacon, breakfast, Brothers...Dean. A morning like she liked them.

-BTC-