Oya was breathing heavily, her leg still needed stitches but she had tightly wrapped her leg in Dean's shirt to stop the bleeding. Sam let the victim of the werewolf give him a hug and let her go. "Oya?... you alright?" He asked as he turned around to look at her. She had both hands on her waist and was looking at the beautiful view of the lake below. "Have you ever seen something this beautiful and quiet?" Oya asked before she smiled. It was dawn so the sun was rising. "I never got to watch the sunrise since I settled at The Bunker. Go figures." She said a smile flashed on her lips. Sam furrowed his brows and chuckled softly.
Moments ago they just had one of the most brutal fights he'd ever been a part of. Oya seemed angry, so angry that she nearly tore apart their enemy. She took a severe beating too, her left eye and her lips were swollen. She had multiple cuts on her face, fingers and he could guess she had bruises on her torso, maybe a broken rib, maybe injuries he wasn't aware of. But she was smiling now and it was all that mattered to Sam.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm alright. Don't look at me like that. I took a beating but I'm good." She said with a light chuckle before she wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned against his chest. Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his frame. "Sam?!" She looked up at his face. He looked down at her and smiled. " I'm good. I'm glad you are too." She chuckled and leaned into him a lot more. " you shouldn't worry that much about me. I'm a hardass!" He laughed and pressed a kiss on top of her head " you mean a badass!" She pouted and slapped his back. "Whatever.." she grinned, adrenaline still pumping through her veins.
Sam watched the sunrise and glanced at Oya next to him. He still remembered what she told him last night. She had a nightmare, like always, and told him tearfully that she was scared of losing him. That she considered him like family and a brother she didn't know she needed to have. They never talked about it after that night but her words stuck at the back of his head. He loved her. He knew it deep down and he realized that he never actually told her how much she meant to him. He had thought of the many ways he could let her know that she was his family too and he dreaded losing her. He wanted to calm her fears. Sure, she had stopped trying to leave and felt comfortable with them
Around but she still needed to hear it. So he would tell her. "I don't want to lose you either. You are family Oya, through and through." He said, feeling her stiffen against Him. "I don't want you to think we don't care. That I don't care... I do. You keep saying you don't want us to die and you'd give your life for us. Well, we would give ours to save you too. That's how we roll. That's family." She chewed her bottom lip and looked at him. "Sam.." she gently stroked his chest "you big cheese!" She grinned and tiptoed so she could kiss his cheek. He bent forward and allowed her to reach his cheek. " I love you too. We can go home now." He nodded and smiled at her before they went back to their car and left to go home.
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