A: N: Well, I just wanted them to be in a little bit of action.:)
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« Where is Oya ?! » -Dean let out a guttural growl as he pushed Oya against the wall-
« In front of you, where do you want me to be? Dickhead! » -She answered with a sly grin-
Two days ago, Dean took Oya to a small city near Detroit, in Michigan. There had been three disappearing and one murder in the area. The MO was seemingly the same, the person was lured to a house by a local stranger and then disappeared. Only the last missing person was found dead and only after they put up a fight against their assailant. They died in the house of the last local victim who went missing. To make things worse, some people testified seeing the victim hours after they actually died. It became clear enough that Dean and Oya could have had a changeling or a shapeshifter issue. He took Oya with him and they both went to the morgue. The victim appeared to have been punched in the chest since the bruise was shaped like a fist, but the coroner pointed out that the strength used against the person was akin to ten strongmen punching at the same time. It confirmed to the hunters that the creature that attacked had super strength.
Together they visited the houses of all four victims but there was no ectoplasmic activity so they could rule out the presence of spirits and ghosts. They talked to the families but the victims didn't have any connection to one another. Frustrated, Dean suggested they investigated the last victim. They followed his steps on the last day he had been seen alive, prior to his death and after he was seen again. Dean and Oya talked to a woman, a sixty-year-old floral shop owner, Tracy Morgan who claimed to have seen David Schaller at the time he was supposed to be dead. She complained people didn't believe her because the woman she saw him talk to, Natalia Henssen, rejected her claims. She then pointed out that Natalia followed David and came back the following day completely different. She became colder, her smiles were fake, she was stiff and Tracy found that suspicious.
« Do you remember what you told me this morning? About your night? »
«Yeah! I didn't have any nightmare, isn't that something to celebrate? Dean, what's going on ?»
« Where. Is. Oya ?! » He asked again, this time punching Oya's face and forcing her to take a few steps back.
Dean and Oya split up at this point of the investigation. She decided to pay a visit to that Natalia Henssen while he gathered information about David Shaller. He returned to his house to talk to his sister and discovered that David had a cabin in the woods nearby the town where he often went to when he was under pressure and needed to relax. It was a small cabin that was deep enough in the forest to allow him to freely shoot at any target he wanted to. He would wait for Oya to come back from Natalia's house and together they would investigate the cabin, where the killer must have certainly hidden. Oya came back different that night. She was flirtatious as always but he didn't feel like she truly meant her words, they were more being parrotted than anything else. The next morning, he was confused because Oya didn't have any nightmare. She never went a day without kicking and screaming or crying during her sleep. Dean knew what he was talking about, he always woke up with small bruises on his sides or a shirt wet with her tears. That evening, nothing happened. Oya slept like a baby and it wasn't fucking normal.
She acted strangely during the day, unbothered by the fact she didn't have any nightmare. Dean asked her about it but Oya pretended there was no problem and she was just happy not to have had a nightmare. For someone who should be jumping around and celebrating, she sure as hell was quiet. It didn't help that she tried her best to discredit their previous theory about the monster being a shapeshifter. The major clue they had was that David Shaller and Oya was at first reluctant to go investigate the cabin. It achieved to convince Dean that there was something wrong with Oya. She never refused to explore a lead, she was excited about hunting down monsters, akin to an athlete before the competition and this time, she seemed wary about it. She tried to change his mind about the cabin. It was small but enough to plant the seeds of doubt. So he took her to the cabin. It was a nice place, rather huge for a cabin even. At first sight, it looked normal but Dean noticed there was a basement. Oya quickly tried to distract him from looking into it which is why he asked her the question.
« You punch hard! » She said, wiping away the blood that was on her chin. « Do you dream of hitting her like that? » She teased him with, this time jumping on him.
She was fast, really fast but Dean could handle his own. Shifter!Oya started to punch his face, hitting him hard enough to draw blood out of his mouth. He pushed her hard with his left hand, right in her plexus, which made her take a few steps back. Dean hated what he was doing, punching Oya's avatar and potentially killing her. She picked that up and started to taunt him again.
«What? You can't bring yourself to kill Oya? You should have seen her when I attacked. She fought hard, she nearly killed me but I got the upper hand. » She said, kicking Dean and sending him to fly over the cabin and against the wall. Shifter!Oya then grabbed him by the foot and threw him against the opposite wall, making him bleed by the ear. As he fell and rolled on his side, he grabbed a silver blade he hid in his sleeve and drew his gun to distract that bitch.
« I would not hesitate, Bitch! »
He managed to mumble while the creature laughed and sat on his chest. Truth to be told he was worried about Oya. He didn't know if the shifter had killed her and was just playing with him or if Oya was still alive. It had happened before, that one of them was kidnapped and the other had to do everything to rescue them, but they were convinced the other was still alive for a reason. Right now, Dean wasn't sure and maybe it was only because before they worked this case together, Dean had encountered an angel when he was with Castiel who informed him that Lucifer was on the loose and that perhaps Crowley was living his last days as the king of Hell. He was aware of Oya's issue with angels and her debilitating fear of Christian demons, and he was aware that she became a liability for him as well. If kidnapping Sam pissed Dean off, hurting Oya was on that list not too far away and that scared him.
« And yet you did, darling. » Shifter!Oya sat on his chest, hurting his ribs and ribcage in the process with the unwanted weight on top of them. Dean groaned and tried to shoot but she held his wrist and pushed it on the side, so he would shoot at the ceiling. She then tightened her grip on the point of breaking his wrist. Dean writhed in pain and screamed.
« Son of BITCH! » He yelled, breathing harder as the pain was washing through his body.
« This is where you die. » Shifter!Oya grinned. « Oh, and before you do die, it was a delight to get into her head, to know what she's feeling for you, to know that she will have to live with your death and know that the last thing you saw her face as she killed you! » She laughed and turned her other hand into a fist. « It'll be fast! » She said as she tried to punch him but he grabbed his knife and planted it in her heart. The shifted gasped and looked at her chest.
« Who's laughing now, bitch? »
He groaned as he turned the knife in her chest. The monster screamed and died. Dean watched as she fell on the side and once he realized he could move again, he pushed her off of him, rolled on his sides and used his healthy hand to push himself back up. Oya was alive, that was all he needed to know. His heart was a lot less worried than it initially was and he quietly walked towards the basement of the cabin. As he opened it, he heard muffled sounds and upon turning the lights on, he saw the bodies of the three remaining victims and Oya who had been severely beaten up and tied up against a pillar. She started to cry as she saw a very injured Dean with a broken wrist walk towards her and crouch in front of her. He helped remove her gag and then used his knife to cut her ties. Oya wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight embrace.
«Dean... Dean, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. » She couldn't stop apologizing for not having been able to realize she had encountered the shifter they were looking for. She was upset about being injured and even more to see that Dean was injured too. She cupped both of his cheeks and pressed her lips against his, out of relief and anguish before she held him tight again.
« Let's get out of here. It's dead now. » He said, his face somber.
It was one thing to have a shapeshifter taking on his own appearance. He had to deal with it three times already and got used to killing himself. Maybe somehow, this even fueled a fantasy of his, where he would finally get what he deserved. It was something else to see someone he cared about being used, her memories and privacy violated by this non-sense spouting bitch. It was worse to be the one killing her. He already had a nightmare where it happened and it always left a bad taste in his mouth. Oya was safe and he decided to focus on this instead of the rest. Knowing that she was alive was enough to put him at ease and the fact she was being worried and kept saying that he shouldn't have tried to look after she made him chuckle. That was his Oya, that was the real one.
« You're a dummy. You can't even drive Baby now. » She pestered as they walked back upstairs.
« Well, you always dreamed of holding the wheel, why don't you drive until we're back to the bunker? » He teased her with. « I could use some rest. » He then looked at her tiny taut frame carrying him tot he body of the shifter.
« Hold on. » She said as she grabbed the gun and returned to helping Dean go back tot he car. He coughed a bit and massaged his ribs with his healthy hand. She sat in front of the wheels and moved the chair closer to the pedals so she wouldn't be bothered by her short stature. «Dean? » She looked at him, her face, covered with dried blood.
«Yeah? »
« Thank you. You didn't give up on me. What sold her out? » She asked as she started to engine.
« She didn't have nightmares last night and acted casually about it. That's not you. »
« That's not indeed. » She smiled at him and drove off.
-TBC-
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