(GoT) : He also had honest eyes

A/ N: Musing around.This time with terrible but cool Jaimie. All the usual disclaimers

Winterfell.

After Cersei agreed to help Daenerys and the North fight against the White Walkers, Jon took them to Winterfell. With the dragon glass he had been mining at Dragonstone, there was enough to arm each and every soldier, child of age and women of the North with weapons capable of defeating the wights. They also equipped Daenerys unsullied and Dothrakis with dragon glass weapons, allowing them to join the battle against the Night King. There was a palatable tension in the air, mostly due to the Northerners being made aware of the existence of the whighs and taking it seriously now that Jon came back home. Tension also arose because he brought Targaryens, Unsullied and Dothrakis along with him. -Mind you, was it really a change from the wildlings he'd already brought with him?-. They were all looking at each other with mistrust in their eyes. Stereotypes, ill-conceived ideas of the other would have led to more frustration and confrontations if there wasn't a bigger threat to face. So they behaved, as well as they could.

Jon couldn't possibly have time to deal with the disagreement some of his people expressed about the Targaryen queen. While most would not dare speak of it because her dragons -even if they were reduced to only 2 of them- were impressive and scary, Jon knew they weren't happy with her presence in the North and the fact he did bend the knee and acknowledged her as their queen. Daenerys knew she had to win their hearts, follow Jon's lead and guidance in the troubled water that was Winterfell. She was ready to make the efforts and show the people that she wasn't a new version of Cersei or a new version of her father. Jon couldn't have time to deal with the resentment they might feel towards the young queen because a war had already begun and the Night King was graced with the presence of an undead dragon. The wall fell, he learned it on his way to Winterfell, so it truly was just a matter of time before the dead invaded his beloved North. This concern almost ruined his reunion with Arya and Bran. He was more than happy to see his siblings, relieved eve to know that there was more than just Sansah left. He was even less happy but relieved that they took Littlefinger's fate in hands and revealed all they knew about him... and about them.

Bran was a seer, Arya was an assassin and Sansah did learn from the best. Digesting the huge amount of information proved to be harder for Jon than he expected, especially once he talked with Bran and learned that he wasn't a bastard, but a legitimate heir to both the Starks and the Targaryen. He was a Targaryen and the new left him dumbfounded. It implied so much, especially in regards to Daenerys. That made the throne his birthright and if he wanted to, he could snatch the crown from the queen and proclaimed himself king. He didn't want to, he could care less about becoming a king as long as Daenerys was sitting on the throne and he got to spend his life with her. Still...this felt like he was stabbed in the heart and prompted Jon to deliver the new to the queen and her sister. It went better than he thought it would. Daenerys didn't reject him and Bäahal welcomed him, as she always did. He grew a certain fondness for the princess. She was the first to believe him when he visited Daenerys, the first to advocate for his cause and help him tip the balance in his favor. She always trusted him « his honest eyes » she would say. « his honest smile », she would add. « His honest heart » she did claim. Their relationship settled very neatly after a moment of confusion on her part. She did feel something for him, something of romantic nature but it was so young, so wild, so scary that she dismissed it very fast. The obvious attraction she noticed between her sister and the former king of the North achieved to make her reconsider her feelings. It wasn't truly a romance. No. It was gratitude, kinship, the friendship she did feel for him. He was the first man she ever trusted, the first free man to treat her like a human being, his equal so to speak. He was never bothered by her cruel origins, and welcomed her as a whole, with her flaws and difficulties and for the first time she felt alive and listened to, and important. It wasn't loving, it was gratitude. And now, by the sweet irony of Life, she had just learned he was her nephew. He was family....

It was the first good new the princess ever received since they encountered the Night King. The very first since she lost Viserion. They didn't have time to mourn for her sister's child for there were urgent matters to tend to. It was somehow of a tacit agreement that none of them would speak of Viserion in private, or even public unless someone else brought it -which happened when Cersei noted the missing dragon- because it hurt. It hurt way too much. Bäahal felt as if she had lost her mother a second time, she felt the void left behind by her dragon. Yes.. her dragon. She bonded with Viserion weeks before they had to rescue Jon Snow and his company. He chose her and she did make progress with his presence in her life. He helped her open up to Daenerys, talk with Tyrion and even work out their issues, talk to Varys who kept asking questions that forced the princess to look into herself. He helped her express her repressed feelings, and with him she could cry, she could panic, she could be angry. He was receptive and understanding. A true companion... She lost a true companion when the Night King killed Viserion and to rub some salt on the wound, he was riding an undead version of her beloved dragon. Losing him had her shut down, at least, enough to remain silent most of the time.

While she spoke only few words, her mind was vividly imagining the many ways she could avenge Viserion and protect Daenerys. Her sister didn't need more protection than she had, but she would still make sure the silver queen didn't die during the final battle against the Undead. Daenerys had to live for she would change the lives of many. She already saved Bäahal, twice at that. First by liberating Mereen and then by giving her a family and loving home. There was no way the silver princess would not protect the queen. It went beyond her tendencies to fall back to what she knew, like serving. Yes, she served Daenerys but her sister's cause was something she truly believed in. And in the midst of losing everything, including her life, she would make sure Daenerys survive. Her anger, however, had not been addressed just yet but seeing Jamie Lannister, the very brother of Cersei, and Bronn the man who did injure Drogon and almost killed Daenerys walk into Winterfell was enough to make her blood boil. How dared he ? The first second her eyes set upon him, the princess wanted to tear his eyes off of his eyesockets. She wanted to feed him to Rhaegal, she wanted.. she wanted...

His presence lit a fire in her eyes, a fire that had vanished as soon as Viserion died. Jaimie was a complex character and a charade for her to decipher. On one hand he was the man who killed her father. He rid the world of this heinous and despicable beast and she was grateful he did. On the other hand, however, he was lovestruck by Cersei, enabled her in her folie, supported her outrageous decisions and the way she raised their children. He was very much responsible for the horrors committed by his son, the deaths of his other sweet children and the path chosen by Cersei. Well.. was he ? Or was it hate that spoke to her ? She wanted a scapegoat for her pain. Someone she could rightfully get angry at. Jaimie, with his handsome looks, his golden manners, and brutal tongue was the embodiement of those nobles she couldn't stand. Those who owned her mother and her, those who mocked her slave sisters and brothers. He might even have owned her, she imagined, if she was still a slave and it was allowed in King's Landing. At least, the Old Jaimie would. This version of him...Was different. He came to honor his sister's words, even though, unsurprisingly, Cersei refused to help them. He still came and even brought his youngest sister with him to a place he knew would not welcome them. He still came and it was brave and it was right and it made her angry voice falter. He also had honest eyes and perhaps that was what bothered her the most...

-TBC-

GoT: What do I truly desire?

Jon Snow asked me, after learning about my true identity like the rest of them, what was it that I truly desired. I remember the words we exchanged on the stairs as I was trying to vent my frustration. We met by accident but instead of running away, I remained at my place and so did he. He joined me and we watched the dragons dance in the sky. That was where we spoke the truth revealed and what it meant for me. I was a Targaryen now, I was a half-breed reunited with the full-blooded heir to the throne. I was her sister, the product of an unwanted union between the mad king and my mother. A former slave, liberated by my own sister, who happened to be riding dragons. Irony never wore a better face. I hated the name, I hated the people. Targaryens were nothing more but glorified humans who could ride dragons and not burn in flames, for those of them who had the « dragon blood. ». They were nothing more but wizards and witches, who draped themselves with self-righteousness and a fake veil of virtue while they were sinning just like the rest of us. I didn't want that name, for it was an open wound for both my mother and me.

Jon was the first person I eventually talked to, aside from Missandei who knew me since we were children, Jon was the first to know how I truly felt about being thrown into the spotlight. I had a name, I had a family again...Why did speak to him so freely while I would have been better keeping it to myself? I guess, it had to do with his honest eyes. Jon was unlike people of his sex. He wasn't lying, he wasn't cheating, he wasn't trying to take advantage on me. He had no other interest but speak truly and freely and share a moment with me. An honest one at that. So, I let him in. I let him talk to me and I learned something that would stay with me for all eternity I suppose? He told me that I wasn't like my father, the burden I carry wasn't mine to carry. I wasn't the sin of Aerys II. I wasn't the demon's spawn, although, I was, figuratively speaking. He told me I could forge the future I wanted to have, that I could turn this name into something else, become something better. He spoke to me as if I was his equal and perhaps, that did charm me a lot, enough for me to drop some of my walls, experience emotions I never knew I could: relief, gratitude, and comfort.

Yet, his question made me freeze. What was that, that I desired the most?? I had freedom already. So much freedom that I was scared. I didn't know what to do with it. I had freedom, well, factually I was free. In my head,d I still was in shackles. I knew it would require some time for me to finally feel free. I knew it would require a lot more from me to finally open up to my sister, build strong relationships.. eventually be happy ? I don't know. All I knew at this moment was that I wanted to serve. I wanted her to achieve her goal, fulfill her dreams. I was devoted to her and it suited me at the time, because it was something I knew. I knew how to serve. I felt comfortable doing what I knew but deep down, I was aware that it would limit me. Deep down I knew that the dreams I had and the desires I buried inside would come out in a fury and would explode in my face, like the green fire my father wanted to use on his people. I would have to know what I wanted, I would have to face my own desires. I would have to see myself as my sister's equal, Jon's equal, a human being. I couldn't answer his question and because I quickly became frustrated, I became colder and ran away.

What did I truly desire ?..

OYA : She was alive

At the top of the list of things Oya hated during a hunt, losing her edge and being captured was right there. Once you took the trauma induced by having someone steal your identity, your likeness and pretend to be like you with your partner, what was left was humiliation. She was humiliated by the shapeshifter. She thought she should have seen it coming miles away and cursed herself for not having noticed earlier that she was walking into a trap. It happened, she tried to tell herself. It happened and many hunters, even among the best, fell for traps like these. She was only human, she was bound to make mistakes. Yes, of course! But mistakes in her line of work usually led to death and she could have died. Oya never truly realized how fragile her life was, or she never truly cared about it. It didn't matter if she lived or died as long as she got to destroy the Asanbosam who slaughtered her family. Things changed when she finally met the Winchesters. Things changed so much that she started to contemplate living for a change.

She wouldn't want to waste her life, like she did in the past. She was going to savour each and every moment she would share with the Winchesters, with Dean. And she did. But the memory of that last hunt, haunted Oya. She could tell she was out of her mind when she fought against this werewolf pack. Her friend Wendell asked for help and together they went after a pack of sadistic werewolves who played with their food and tortured them before they killed them. The fight in itself was not unlike the ones she already took part in. However, this hunt felt different. Her mind was plagued with flashbacks she couldn't contain, moments of pure fear and desperation as she saw this double of hers imitate her until the lines became blurred and nobody could tell she was somebody pretending to be Oya. Those flahsbacks either made her stop and freeze or had her behave even more violently towards her enemies. Mostly the latter. So she went on and fought and killed the werewolves one after the other int he most brutal way she could find. Wendell watched as she didn't even stop to talk or didn't even care about the victims that still were alive. He did take the victims out while his friend was going on a rampage.

Hunting was a sport, at least she was raised to enjoy it as both an art and a sport but it was crystal clear that she was angry and upset by what happened. Again, it didn't even have to take into account the consequences on Dean. It simply had to take into account the way she failed as a hunter and nearly died. That was enough to piss her off. Oya knew she had to face her emotions one way or another and address that issue. She would need to if she didn't want it to become a liability in her activity. Yes, someone shifted as her, yes, she got to see her « own » dead body! Yes, Dean had to kill her! But what truly mattered was that /she/ was still alive. She didn't die. She was living and breathing and was kicking ass. She was alive. She was....Alive! 

SoA: Ride or Die

Ride or Die :

Jessica had left for quite a long time now and only a few and way-too-short moments she got to talk with Jax, allowed Asma to know the whereabouts of her sister. It wasn't unusual for the queen to leave her castle and go on a solo mission. It wasn't the first time and yet this time felt different. Asma observed, in silence, as Jax was losing his mind because he didn't know where his wife was or if she was safe. He had no clues about her mission and vaguely understood -and perhaps, believed- that she had a mark on her and was trying to get rid of it so she could come back safely at home. In a way, she did have a mark on her, but it truly wasn't on her. It was on the people she cared about, her family, her extended family and the former love of her life. Of course, nobody but Jessica and Sabina were aware of what was going on, Asma didn't so she had to trust Jax and his reactions. She had to trust the conversations she eavesdropped on. She had to trust her guts. And what did her guts say?

They would have advised she runs away. That gut-wrenching feeling she had when Oscar found her and forced her to leave town was present now. All day, every day she felt the crushing weight of danger on top of her head and every fiber of her body screamed for her to leave, run away, start again. Or drink. The bottle was seductive, especially when she was at Jax' place to take care of the kids. There were days she would struggle more than others because the urge to fetch a glass of bourbon took over, or empty a bottle of Jack... ah, dear old friend Jack. He was teasing her with his welcoming poisonous arms. He was teasing her with the false reassurance and false comfort she thought she had whenever she drank herself to oblivion. She made a promise, and because she did it, there was little to no chance that Asma would have left Charming. It was her home now, the one she shared with Jessica, the clubs, and Tig. It was her home now and because she was very family oriented, she couldn't just leave. She wasn't to drop everyone behind, especially not the kids. How could she?

It was her choice, after all, not to be aware of everything the club did. It was her choice to try and pretend to have a decent and lawful life because of the ways she had been raised. It was her choice and yet it sucked. It sucked so hard not to be able to truly know what was going on. It sucked because she couldn't fully be there for her family. Could that work in the long term? Was it the right thing to do? Be clueless, willfully ignore a large chunk of her family and friends' lives? How could she truly be there if she didn't know what happened behind closed doors? How could she truly love them if she didn't know the true horrors? She felt her request to be kept out of the loop was naive, well-meaning but naive and that now that things became more complicated, she had to either change the way she wanted to interact with the club or remain clueless forever.

The real question was and had always been: Do you love them? Did she love Samcro? Did she love Jessica? Did she love the Tellers and did she love Tig? The latter was in love with her, he tried his best to become a better version of himself but there would be a moment he would feel limited or would want more than what they already had. There would be a moment he would want to share with his « old lady », and she had to be ready for this, she had to accept this eventuality. She had to because she was in love with him too. Fuck this, she loved them all and after months spent pondering on whether or not she should become more than just a family-outsider, she chose to do things differently. She chose to fully embrace that life and the shitstorm that came with it. She would inform Tig, Jax and the rest when the time would come but the decision already impacted on her. She felt liberated.

« What's going on Bella? You seem happy? »

Tig's tired voice broke the silence of their room. He crashed on her bed and fell asleep while she was working on her desk. He woke up a few minutes ago and searched for her with his baby blues, only to find his girlfriend sitting on her chair, one leg up and the other down. She was working on a tattoo she projected to make. It would be in the same vein as the one she did on Tig, except, it would be his name Alex « Tig » Tragger she would be writing on herself. Instead of colors and bars, she would design symbols that belonged to SAMCRO, like the crow, the skulls and of course add a few elements that were specific to her, like the dandelions and roses she would put in bouquets below the skulls. She sighed and grabbed her phone.

« I'm alright Tig. I'm actually feeling pretty good about myself. I didn't drink a single drop despite my throat asking for it. I didn't give in. » She said while typing on her phone. « I think we could celebrate that shit, now can we? »

« I think we can. What about you come to papa? » He suggested in his tired but husky voice. Asma looked up to him with her big hazel eyes and nodded.

« In a minute, love. I'm coming. » She then looked at her text and took a deep breath.

#I don't know where you are, but I count on you to come back to me so we can talk to Jess. I'm tired of pretending I can have my cake and eat it too. I'm tired of being kept out of the real things and not be there to actually support you through all the shit you're going through. I decided to be better. I decided I wanted transparency. I decided I'll make that step forward because fuck this shit, you deserve the real deal. I'm not going to run away like I thought I would. I'm not going panic. I just want to know and be there for you when it truly matters. That's what Family is for and I'm your fucking sister, so I should act like it. It's ride or die, babe! Ride or fucking die !#

She sent the text and put the phone down before she went back to her bed and snuggled with Tig. It was a huge step forward, but a much-needed one. Tig noticed she was smiling and while he didn't have the heart to smile because of all the shit going through the club, it did make him smile and it did make him kiss her again.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval gods : Life and Death of Ayasha : Envy.

Ayasha was sitting by the fountain of truth which allowed for her to observe what was happening anywhere. Her attention was focused on Earth, where her brother Leviathan would be. At the back of her head, the memory of the black butterfly visit played in repeat. It announced the death of someone she knew or perhaps herself and even if Ayasha refused to admit it, she still was afraid to be the one to die. Yet, it would be ridiculous if she was the one to die. It would be ridiculous because she calculated everything to the smallest details. She would not die. She had planned everything, so how could she die? Sitäa would have said that hubris would be her doom, that the confidence she had in her plan and herself exceeded the limits and was some borderline pompous mental masturbation. Ayasha would have brushed it off as envy. Or maybe an intent to neuter her desire for power and freedom.

After all, the goddess of knowledge suffered the consequences of knowing too much and of feeling like she was being cheated on. She and other gods of knowledge knew everything, so surely, they should have been treated with more reverence, more respect and given more power. Knowledge... knowledge was power and yet, Ayasha was nothing more than a living library, just like Khrön was nothing more but a paperboy for the gods. She resented the position she held and felt that it was forced on her by Khaos and the rest of her family. They prevented her from truly reaching her potential. They prevented her from being her true self and because of that, they had to disappear. All of them. Her brother made an entrance and looked regal in his armor. He was old fashioned but Ayasha trusted his experience and abilities to crush the sin. Pride was new to this game, his existence was new compared to the gods. He was roughly the same age as Elpis was, so to Ayasha, nothing more than a duckling trying to spread its wings. Her smug smile stayed on her lips up until Pride drew a god-killer sword from his sheath. This made her stop. A god-killer sword? How did he get his dirty hands on it? Ayasha became nervous, suddenly the prophecy brought by the black butterfly became real...someone was going to die and it could very much be her brother. The quick but brief shot of fear was replaced by anger and rage. The sin would die no matter what. They will all die.

Especially Elpis. Ayasha opened a small ball which contained some of the memories she had of Elpis. She extracted some of them, the happiest actually, so she could purge herself from the tiny shreds of love she had towards the young goddess but unable to destroy them completely, she kept them in that ball. When opened, holographic memories started to play. She could remember that time they went to one of Earth many beaches and just sat on the sand. She remembered the genuine curiosity Elpis felt, the questions she asked about nature, mankind, their family and how happy Ayasha felt, teaching her youngest sibling about Life. They didn't have many moments like this one, maybe two or three where animosity had not settled down just yet. Elpis was just a child, curious of the world and groomed to remain innocent and servile. She was meant to obey without question because it was convenient for everyone, even the well-meaning gods like Sitäa. Meeting the Sin truly helped Elpis break the mold. It made her break free from her siblings' control and gave her the opportunity to become her own person. Ayasha remembered how mesmerized and impressed they all were when Elpis destroyed the Sumerian Pantheon. She remembered the renewal of interest from her brothers, the pride in their father's voice as he spoke of his youngest child's accomplishments.

She remembered how lonely she felt when all the eyes were now set on the pink haired curse Elpis was. She remembered her own anger and the vow to destroy Elpis for once and for good without actually soaking her hands with her blood. Ishtar should have killed her, and he failed. It didn't matter how angry or jealous he was that Elpis gave herself to a Sin. He still couldn't kill Elpis. If only he had. If only he had, but he hadn't and they were in this mess, because he failed. Anger filled the blonde goddess who ended up throwing her ball against the wall and glued her eyes back to the fountain. It should be alright now, Leviathan should be winning his battle....he should...What?

The battle turned into Leviathan's punishment, much to Ayasha's dismay and horror. She watched as the dead forced the god onto the floor and made it impossible for him to move. She watched as the sin taunted him and spoke not to him but to Ayasha he knew was watching. He announced his intentions, his arrival. He announced her end and the end of everything she knew. He announced his revenge. Yes! They should have killed him when they cursed Elpis. Without the Sin, her sister would have suffered for all eternity and Ayasha's plans would have unfolded quite nicely. Without the sin and knowing that the dagger of Fate was the sins weakness, she would have stabbed every single one of them to oblivion. They missed this opportunity and upon realizing it, Ayasha felt her body shake with a rage she had not known before. She punched the water from the fountain and ran her hand through her golden locks. Elpis would be free, that was certain now. The thought made her shiver, the fact the sin was determined to destroy the gods, the fact he did kill her brother, the fact Elpis would join him made the blonde shake from head to toe. She shut her eyes tight and tried to ignore that strange feeling inside of her. Fear...She felt fear...how unsettling!

-TBC-

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Apocalypse

Apocalypse.

It was the end goal. The Horsemen were created in order to bring destruction to humanity. They were announcing a new era, the end for both men and gods. They were announcing the end of life as well, both Life on Earth as we used to know it, but also Life herself. Death was created as the direct rival of Life. He was the only one powerful enough to kill her and he should have when the first ride of the Horsemen began. Instead, they fell in love and thwarted the plan set in motion. Together, Life and Death decided to stop the Horsemen by sending them to the Vanishing Point. It was supposed to be permanent and it lasted for millennia until it didn't. They broke free.

Death never truly questioned his existence. He knew that he had a maker but never truly investigated the matter. Surely, the one who created him and his siblings couldn't achieve their goals because of the unpredictable feelings Life and Death shared. Surely they changed their plans once it became clear that the Horsemen were defeated. Fate words resonated in Death's mind ever since he met with her. She didn't name a god but it was pretty obvious that she was talking about Time. He would have had an interest in separating Life and Death and probably came up with the « prophecy » to keep them separated. He would have an interest in separating Lux and Tenebrae since they were walking in their parents' footsteps. He didn't want them to become the new Alpha and Omega. Princess Despair was a pawn, a poor angry and heartbroken soul with enough grief and hatred towards Lux and Tenebrae that she would have been able to release the Horsemen from the Vanishing Point. Nobody would ever be able to realize that she served a higher power, nobody would see past the smoke screen and realize that Time was the real enemy.

What would have been his motive? He already had power, he was the eldest god alive and deities and men alike worshipped him in their own way. Men knew the importance of time, they feared it because it always ended with death. Gods respected him because he was the first of their kind. He witnessed their birth, sometimes even participated in it. Death always felt some special connection to him without truly understanding what that was. But if he was his maker, then it did make sense. Then everything started to make sense. Did he even need to have a motive to make a move on Time? He had observed mankind for as long as he could and from the first souls he took to the Underworld to the last ones, they all were the same: complex, with a desire to have control and a hunger for power. Why would ods be any different? They were capable of feelings just like mankind was. Death knew it. He did fall in love after all.

Life still had not recovered and was still in a deep coma. The effects of her condition started to spread across her realm and began to affect the human realm as well. Decay was spreading and alongside with it, the madness that preceded the Apocalypse. Death could feel their presence on Earth as they started to lay waste on humanity. He could follow the trail of destruction left in their wake. So did Tenebrae and Lux. The princess still didn't recover from the attack sustained a few human years ago, and they knew the risks of taking her to the battlefield at her lowest capacity. She could die again and this time not is brought back to life by her mother but what was at stake was more important than her own life. The King was wondering if the kids would be able to become the Alpha and Omega since Lux had not recovered her full memory but Tenebrae told him that it wouldn't be a problem anymore because Love found its way. She fell in love with him again and he would his best not to lose her to war. Not this time. Not ever.

-TBC-

Pride and Elpis: Impatient little Goddess

A/ N: Elpis is out and about, she really wants to avenge herself but her thirst for blood somehow makes her very impatient. Fortunately, Pride is here to calm her down:p

xxx

Their little « honeymoon » didn't last long, several days after Elpis was freed from Asma, Pride's siblings tried to kill him again. The goddess insisted in staying a little longer on Earth so she could catch up with mankind and restore Hope in their hearts. It had two goals, the first one was to, of course, better their lives, restore the bright light in their hearts and push them further than they went. The second goal was more selfish because she wanted to gain more power and the best way for an old god to be powerful was to be worshipped. The more people would feel Hope, the more powerful she would be. So Pride and Elpis stayed on Earth, despite Pride's annoyance at « blending » with humans. He tried to cover their tracks, make sure that they would not be noticed by his siblings so the pair could take a much-needed break, but it didn't last long. Greed and Wrath worked together again and attacked Pride and Elpis while they were walking in the streets. Since she performed her ritual a few days ago and the whole planet was aware of her presence and was blessed with Hope, there was no need for them to remain on Earth, so Pride took them back to Hades.

Elpis wasn't pleased with the situation. Greed and Wrath thwarted her plans and ruined the little break she allowed herself to have with the sin. They ruined their reunion, forced her to go hide again to a place she couldn't escape from without Pride's consent. Trapped! Again! Their reunion had a few bumps along the way, mostly because she wasn't like Asma, she wasn't like her old self, she was so hardened and uncooperative at first that it threw off the Sin. She was a challenge, that was for sure, one who made it difficult for him to hypnotize like Asma so easily was. He could speak to her, say words he knew would bring Asma down to her knees and she would look at him with a stoic face. Angry at her siblings, angry at the whole world except him. She wasn't angry at him, no, she wasn't sure. He was different from the Pride she used to know and because he was, getting closer to him proved to be more challenging than she thought it would be. The goddess still wasn't satisfied with the way things went. And she didn't shy away from Pride. He could feel it in her aura and the way she was carrying herself that Elpis was boiling inside and hated the current situation. He couldn't blame her for she had been locked away for millennia and the minute she finally was free, she was confined in his chambers.

« Would you stop brooding, Elpis? I can feel the energy from where I sit. » He complained. Elpis put her hands on her waist and pursed her lips into a pout as she didn't agree with his words. She didn't want to stop brooding, she didn't want to stop being angry. She wanted him to know how upset she was at the situation she was forced on. He lifted a brow. « It's not going to make me stop working on a plan »

« Well, maybe it should. » Elpis was upset. She really couldn't understand why he wouldn't stop what he was doing and give her some attention. She would have endured being locked in his dungeon if at least he would give her some attention but he wasn't. She was angry and became angrier by the minute. « Maybe you should take a minute out of your damn scrolls and give me some attention. »

She crossed her arms above her chest, eliciting a groan from the sin who finally looked up at her face. Even angry, Elpis was gorgeous, maybe even more than before because she really shined through. Her hair was glowing, bright, like a pink flame in the darkness of his chamber. Her skin was beautiful, flawless and contrasted so well with her hair that he would need to force himself not to look at her. She furrowed her brows and walked towards his desk. The goddess bent forward and put both hands on the table.

« Elpis, I do not have your time today. »

« You will. You will make some time for me. I am disappointed Pride. Disappointed and angry because I am forced to remain in your castle while all I want to do is roam free and destroy my pantheon. You promised me we will. »

« I know. »

« And yet, here I am, locked again! »

She insisted on the last word, pouring as much venom in it as she could. He furrowed his brows at her words, a flash of purple light crossed his gaze as he stared at the goddess before him. She grinned, satisfied because she provoked the sin and finally caught his attention. Elpis meant her words, she didn't want to hold her anger back. He made her angry and she wanted him to pay for this. She wanted him to feel just how desperate she felt. He actually didn't like this situation as much as she did. They had a great plan, they would take care of her family first, and he expected his siblings to be quiet until her situation was dealt with, but they just couldn't be. Those ungrateful sins refused to give him a break and now he had to both deal with them and the primeval gods. It would have been fine if Elpis wasn't throwing a temper tantrum, but it would not be wise to expect her not to.

« I know it is an inconvenience for you and believe me when I say that it is one for me too. However, I cannot take the risk to put your life at risk. Any of my siblings could end your life, regardless of how powerful you are. We are sins and because we are, it is in our very nature to destroy gods and sins alike. I wouldn't want to... » He trailed off as her eyes flashed a brief light. « Elpis... » He called her name again, this time in a softer manner. « This is not a prison. »

« What is it then, Pride? What is it if not a prison? I am not allowed here, I shouldn't be. Yet here I am because you somehow managed to allow me inside but it is restricted. I am confined in your chambers like a pet you will keep around. I need to go out! » She growled, her eyes flashing brightly again.

« How many times are we going to have this conversation? I am trying to keep you alive, this is why you are kept in my chambers until I have either killed the siblings who attacked you or incapacitated them long enough for us to have time to hunt your siblings. I tend to keep my word for it still holds a great value to me. » She puffed her cheeks with some air and rolled her head. « Elpis... » She lifted a brow to inform him she was listening. « We will destroy your pantheon and I already have an idea of how it's going to happen. »

He said it. He said the words she wanted to hear. Her curiosity took the best of her and Elpis' face became less tense, less angry. She was still staring at him but with attention now. Her senses were acute, a shiver went down her spine as she was anticipating his very words. How many times did she imagine killing Ayasha or Ishtar? How many times did she fantasize about bathing in their blood and relish in the feeling of having defeated those who cursed her many moons ago? She had not shared her thoughts with the sin just yet but he anticipated it. He knew her violence needed to be expressed and he knew that once she would be able to let it go, she would finally be quieter, or at least more pleasant to be around with. He grinned when he noticed that he caught her full attention and leaned onto the table, his cerulean eyes never leaving hers.

« How is it going to happen? What do you have in mind? » -Elpis seemed unsure but curious-

« I promised you that you will have Ayasha delivered on a silver plate. I will get rid of Ishtar like I did Leviathan. I will kill your sibling, perhaps, behead him so I could throw his head at your feet where it belongs. » His voice was seductive yet sinister. He did enjoy the way she reacted to his words, especially when he was describing the ways he would destroy pantheons or kill his enemies. She was very sensitive to it and he enjoyed the way the goddess was receptive to him. « I will bring your whole pantheon down, Ishtar, his followers. One by one, I would kill the gods until there is no one left but Ayasha. »

« Oh Pride... » Elpis grinned at his words and slapped her hands together with excitement.

« Yes, Elpis. Yes. She will try to kill me. She would probably be wielding a godly weapon but she's not a capable fighter, she doesn't know much about me. I will subdue her easily enough and I will rough her up, just enough for your sister to know she's doomed. Then I will bring her down to Hades and present her to you. »

« I cannot wait for this moment to happen. For you to kill those traitors and bring Ayasha to her knees. I do want to kill her, I want to take my time doing so. » She pursed her lips into a grin. « I can't wait for you to bring her to me. I don't need her to be bound because she is nothing compared to me. »

« Her words are venom and she knows your heart. » Pride warned her but Elpis shook her head. « She doesn't? »

« She has not fully seen me angry, she has not tasted my wrath. She's going to learn on the day you bring her to me. » Her tone was sinister, her eyes were glowing brightly and her lips were still smiling.

« That would be a day to remember. » He mused. « Ishtar might be the new-all father and the god of war of your pantheon, I will still bring him down, Elpis. »He warned her, his eyes flashing a bright purple light. He had already taken a god of war down, despite Ares' power. Ishtar was overpowered but the Sin saw it as a challenge more than an issue. Elpis purred at his words and bent forward so she could put her hand over his.

« If you have thought of a plan, then I should be more patient. I can wait, I will wait if you promise me this is how things will happen. »

« I promise to do everything I can to make it so. » Pride said, smirking at the feel of her hand over his.

« Fine. »

He could feel her anger subside as the idea of her revenge overwhelmed her. Satisfied, the goddess smiled and turned on her heels, satisfied by the fact the sin did not forget about her and was indeed working hard in order to make it happen. Of course, it would calm her for the moment, maybe a couple of days until her solitude took another toll on her and she ended up frustrated again. She walked back to their shared bed and stared at the sin as he resumed working on his files. Taking down Wrath and Greed would prove to be harder than it looked, but maybe he could buy them some time, at least enough to bring the revenge to the goddess as she wished.

-TBC-

Doya: I can't come with you

A/ N: Oya and Dean discussing their future mission involving Crowley. Oya doesn't feel like going but :

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Monday morning, MOL Bunker, 6 am

Dean and Oya woke up fairly early this morning. It was mostly due to Oya being unable to sleep last night. She thought that having sex could tire her, but it didn't. She thought that blasting music in her ears could help, but it didn't. In both cases, she was awake and upset. After a while, she gave up on trying to find some sleep and instead stood up and practiced. Dean wasn't sleeping, but he did have his eyes closed up until he heard the noise of a blade. He opened his eyes to a very focused Oya who was working her knives and her kicks. The older brother watched for a while, appreciating her work out and skills with a knife but he could see she was tense, given the way her jaw was clenched. Unable to sleep, Dean decided that it was time to wake up.

As he sat down, he rubbed his eyes and ran his hand through his thick blonde mane. Oya didn't stop training but she noticed he was up. She glanced at him and nodded to acknowledge he was awake and kept kicking in the air, throwing her knife and then catching it up. Dean groaned a little and sat on the desk near his bed, so he could quickly check his Ipad and look for more information regarding Crowley's request. The king of Hell already tricked them once, when he came to them and pretended Lucifer had escaped from his cage. He was, in fact, looking for a Hand of God he intended to use to kill Lucifer once and for all, and he knew that if the Winchesters knew what he truly was after, they would never freely hand that artifact to him. The hunt was stressful, mostly because Sam hallucinated Lucifer. He saw him taunt him, had a flashback of him. It always happened whenever his name was mentioned and the threat of him was real.

Dean knew Sam by heart and he knew when his brother was not feeling so good. He could imagine the trauma Sam had since he both was possessed by Lucifer and did despicable things but also because he spent some time in Hell and Dean had too, so he could understand. Lucifer made his skin crawl, not only because he was a son of a bitch but also because he put the brothers through. The hunt went swiftly and the brothers found it. An angel arrived at the scene at the same time, and a fight broke between the three of them. It was an inexperienced one, a younger sibling of Castiel who was acting on their own. When the angel got a hold on the artifact, and because of their lack of experience, they couldn't focus their aim. The angel destroyed the place, Sam, Dean, and Crowley scavenged but the king of Hell with a snap of his fingers brought everyone back to the bunker. Certainly, that was a failure and he wasn't pleased, but he left graciously because he had something else in mind. While they were helping Crowley, Oya had to face a demon who possessed her childhood friend, Joshua. Castiel helped her and she overcame her crippling fear of demons in order to save the angel but it still marked her with an iron branding stick. She couldn't sleep well and lost the ability to when Dean mentioned Crowley again. Oya stopped training and rolled her head from the left shoulder to the right. She put her knives on the desk and went back to the bed she sat on.

« Dean ?... » She called his name and ran her fingers through her thick black locks. He lifted his head and set his emerald gaze on her. Oya was scratching the top of her head, her fingers massaged her scalp as she was hesitantly staring at the Winchester.

«Yeah? » He was focused on her now, her body language betrayed she was nervous, her jaw was still clenched and her eyes were shifting from left to right. When she finally stared at him, The ebony hunter cleared her throat.

« I don't want to work that case with Crowley. » He saw her fingers twitch and she swallowed a lump. « I don't feel it. »

« How come? » He left his seat and sat by her on the bed. She was breathing a little harder and he noticed she was struggling to keep a straight face. It was just the same when she was scared or had woken up from a dream. Her hazel eyes set upon Dean and she moistened her lips.

« I don't trust him. You know I don't. I can't believe we're working with him, Dean. Last time you did something for him, It was for a Hand of God. He's duplicitous, he's a liar, he's an asshole, he's... » She started to shake harder and shut her eyes tight.

« Hey, Oya. Look at me. » She looked up at his face, her fingers twitching still.

« I know who Crowley is and how he operates. We first went with him because we thought Lucifer had escaped from his prison, but he had not. I don't know what his deal is, but usually, when he comes to us, it's because he has something he needs. »

« Why are we helping him then? We don't have to. He won't get what he needs if he doesn't have our help. » She claimed, hopeful that it might convince Dean but it didn't. He didn't flinch and she realized he wouldn't. « Dean... If you're helping him, then I won't work with you. »

She sounded scared, and she actually was. Fighting demons was something Oya avoided like the plague. She didn't mind African demons and any other mythological creatures. She didn't mind deities, she didn't even mind angels given the anger she felt towards them. What she did mind and what she was scared of, were Christian demons. Her family was religious and raised her as a good Catholic. Angels and Demons were serious business for them and she learned how to trust angels and fear demons. When she was little she witnessed public exorcisms and it scared the little girl so much so that the mere mention of a Christian demon was enough to cripple her, today. She had just fought a super demon and while Castiel helped her save Joshua and she helped save Castiel, it was still very traumatic. She still ran from Joshua when she realized he was possessed, she still ran away. Dean didn't say a word for a brief moment, assessing her words and her behavior and understanding that she was afraid and was trying to bail out on him.

« Oya. » He began with, his eyes intensely staring at her. « You know damn well we are the only ones able to stop Crowley. That's kinda our shtick here. » He scratched the top of his nose. « I know Crowley is fishy and I'd rather keep an eye on him, » 

It was better if they worked with him so they could see him coming. It was, perhaps, a little bold to assume that they would be able to stop the king of Hell, but they would be able to, in the long run. Oya's hazel eyes grew wide as he spoke and she held onto her thigh a little harder. Dean furrowed his brows, he didn't know if his words convinced his partner but he still had to give it a try. They have been hunting together for so long now that it became quite normal for him to work cases with her, first. They have been separated for a while last time, so of course, Dean wanted to spend as much time with Oya as he could. Besides, he knew she wasn't feeling that great since her last case and wanted to keep an eye on her. Oya was reckless when upset, she might as well go on a kamikaze mission if she wasn't careful. She pursed her lips as she was trying to come up with an answer but since she couldn't, the hunter simply shook her head. She was shivering, so Dean gently put his hand on her arms and stroked them.

« We've got this. »

« We're talking about the King of Hell, Dean. The King of Hell! » She bit her bottom lip. « What use would I be anyway? I would freeze and you'll die because I would be too scared.  I don't want to go. » She said, shaking her head.

« Hey, hey, first of all, Crowley's a crook. You don't have to be worried about him because I would handle him, okay? » She looked up at his face, he sounded convinced by his own words, as if he could cheat the King of Hell or the devil for that matter. He had a long history with Crowley, one Oya didn't fully know about, but if he was still alive today, then maybe he wasn't telling white lies to make her feel better. Maybe he truly could handle Crowley. She swallowed a lump and tilted her head to the side, eyes half-closed as she was pondering his words.

«....Okay... » He then cupped her chin and lifted her face so she could look up at him.

« Besides, you've actually kicked a demon's ass lately, haven't you? » She sheepishly smiled and nodded. « See ?? They're the ones who should be scared of you. You went after a super demon at that. » He never corrected Oya when she called them super demons. Castiel told him that they were orange-eyed demons and this one was peculiarly strong. But Super Demon was a made-up name by Oya to describe something she was not used to seeing. Dean then cupped her cheek. « You got this Oya and You're my partner, so you're coming with me. »

« I.. » -She trailed off and curbed a brow-

Yes, she was his partner. It was something that just felt right. Oya loved working with Dean, she was always excited about working cases with him, not just because he was a formidable hunter but just because she could spend more time with him. While she was capable of hunting on her own and took solo cases from time to time, Oya realized she liked it better when she worked with someone, especially when it was Dean.

« I don't know Dean. Last time with Castiel, it really was the beginner's luck. I didn't want him to die so I overcame my fears. This time, we're talking about the King of Hell. I don't want to stand there and watch you die. » She cleared her throat and curled her lips into a snarl.

« I'm not going to die. » He said with the most reassuring tone he could have, but being Dean, it still came out as dry.

His voice was guttural, deep, and raspy. He knew he couldn't really make this promise because yes, he did die, and he could die but he also knew she needed to hear he wouldn't. Oya nearly died last time they worked a case. For a brief moment, he believed she was, and anger washed over him as he realized she died alone, and by the hand of a shapeshifter at that. He was angry because he didn't know where her body was so he could give her a proper burial or visit her grave. He then entertained the idea that she might have been alive and when the shifter confirmed that she was, anger washed over him again because he was this close to falling into a pit of darkness once again. Losing Oya was something Dean refused to suffer. He'd rather die than letting anyone else die because of him or for him. Charlie was the last person he would see dead, so imagine his relief when he realized Oya didn't die and could be saved. He knew she could disappear because the job demanded it. It was a risk to take 

« I don't want you to die, Dean...I wouldn't know what to do if you ever did. » She admitted, her hand cupping his cheek as she intensely looked at him. «I don't trust Crowley... but I can't let you go on your own with that bitch. » She nodded as if to convince herself that this was the right decision to make.

She would go. She would go so she could keep an eye on Dean. It wasn't enough that she had nightmares of him dying, she was crippled by the thought of it. But he would work that case for Crowley and she refused to let him do it on his own. Her words made Dean's heart skip a few beats because she let him know how much she cared for him. He knew it already but it always made him feel something warm inside. Dean chuckled as if to defuse the moment and it worked. It made Oya chuckle and relax and she nodded.

« He's a bitch, come on. »

« He is, but you figured it out. » He wiggled his brows and she chuckled louder. It made him smirk and he pressed his lips against hers. Oya wrapped her arms around his neck and quietly leaned her forehead against his.

« I did. I won't lose you. » She repeated again, eyes closed. Her heart was beating faster because she refused to let him go. She refused to imagine her life without Dean. She refused to...Oh, her heart was beating so fast right now. Her eyes were wet from unshed tears and she curled her lips into a smile. « I won't lose you, Dickhead. »

« You won't lose me, Bitch. » -She kissed his lips again.-

-TBC-

Elpis x Ayasha: Admiration

Elpis 

Ayasha couldn't stomach Elpis. It went beyond the fact she was their father's favorite or that she was coveted by so many gods while Ayasha remained unfairly unnoticed. Ayasha wasn't concerned about physicality, and she didn't care about love and its afflictions. Her issue with Elpis was about power. Ayasha quickly understood how powerful her sister was and how powerful and influential she would become. The goddess of knowledge's ambition was to rule supreme. She wanted to destroy everything, every potential pantheon and become the only deity to be worshipped. She knew that it would become difficult to achieve with her perfect sister as competition. It became even more complicated when she started to see the sin. Sins were weapons, powerful weapons designed by Hades. Ayasha knew that they would prove to be a problem if she didn't plan ahead. She knew they were not seeing eye to eye and plotted to destroy Pride and wanted to use this to take the competition out. She wanted the wolves to eat each other and clear the path to power. She also wanted to eliminate Elpis but Ishtar failed at it. Now, he had unleashed a potential beast onto her.

Elpis was two-faced, complex..like all of them. She was the beacon of light but the seeds of darkness existed within her and blossomed when she met Pride. Ayasha envied her raw power, the sheer destruction she caused when she wiped out the Sumerian Pantheon. Ayasha envied how confident and beautiful Elpis was when she came back from her carnage, her hands soaked with blood, her clothes ruined with the pieces of brain and guts of her fallen enemies all over her. Ayasha was stunned when her baby sister walked back home, a full grown woman, a hurricane who couldn't be stopped. She was angry and for a brief fleeting moment, Ayasha was mesmerized by her sister. Admiration took the place of Envy for a minute, just enough for the golden goddess to forget about her grief. She witnessed her sister's violent penchant, she witnessed her bloodthirst and she knew that the more time spent with the Sin would impact on Elpis and draw her to the darkness. Did she have a plan in case Elpis was free? Not really. She counted on Ishtar to fight and finish his job. She counted on Pride's siblings to try and destroy him. She would try and find how to unmake the Sin and how to kill her sister if it came to it, but deep down, Ayasha was thrilled. Somehow, Elpis was her nemesis and while she wanted to reign supreme, she also wanted an enemy worth of her time and power. And Elpis was it.

Oya: Don't you want a quiter life?

« What would you be if you weren't a hunter? » Sarah asked when they were kids. The fifteen-year-old blonde was curious about this African teenager her father welcomed into his house. She was hooked on the first sight and the two of them -and her brother Joshua too- got along pretty well. Henry Thomas was Oya's father best friend, an American hunter who invited Oya to the USA so she would be familiar with American supernatural creatures and be more efficient with a different hunting technique. It was very formative and a lot more physical than Oya anticipated. In Africa, in general, you could negotiate and work with several deities and monsters to protect mankind. In America things were different, monsters were to be destroyed. « What would you be if you weren't a hunter? » The question elicited a chuckle from Oya when she was first asked because she couldn't think of doing anything outside of hunting.

Things didn't change much as she grew up. She became excellent at hunting, so much so that her reputation preceded her. Her main goal was to find the Asanbosam responsible for the slaughter of her family. So she went to the States in order to find and kill him. She thought it would be easy, once her mission completed, she would return to Cameroon and eventually just keep on hunting. Fate willed something different for Oya. She sent her the Winchester and Castiel. Even the first months following the death of her nemesis, Oya couldn't think of doing anything else than hunting monsters. She was born to do it, she was made for killing monsters and saving humans. So the question didn't cross her mind. Well, that was before she saw Sarah Thomas for her father's anniversary. « What would you be if you weren't a hunter? », it was the last time she asked it because she figured out Oya didn't have the answer and she was right. Oya didn't. What could she do if she didn't fight monsters? Fighting was in her veins, saving lives were in her veins so she wouldn't stop.

« Don't you want a quieter life? » Became the new question. A life without hunting, a white picket fenced life where she would have a family of her own. A fantasy. An impossible dream. Oya loved the life she had, she told Sarah so. She was right in her lane in the saving-lives business, surrounded with people she cared about and loved. She felt right in her lane, reborn even, because in the nightmare life was, she found her oasis. She found her people, she found her family. Fate was cruel and she knew, she knew that it would be a matter of time before the other shoe dropped. Just that other day, she almost lost Castiel to a super demon. Just that other day, she almost died because of a shifter, just that other day...She could have lost the brothers. The days of pure bliss were rare, so much so that she appreciated when they happened, but this life was brutal and it bruised them. It bruised them so much that she could see it in all of their eyes. Sam and the « Lucifer  Scare » they had weeks ago, Castiel and his complicated relationship with his fellow siblings, Dean, and the « shifter! Oya case », Her and the « possessed Joshua case ». And yet, at the question « Don't you want a quieter life ? » she would shake her head. She liked the life she had and the people she loved. She couldn't have it any other way, regardless of the bruises and pain. 

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Elpis: The Dark influencer

Pride corrupted the goddess, at least that was the official story. He was the mean weapon built by Hades who took her innocence away. He was the evil who found ways into the cracks of her soul, tainting it with his venom, invading her with his bile. In a way, the Sin was just that. He was the one who corrupted the goddess and brought to the surface the darkness within her. He had her taste blood for the first time and she never could back down from wanting more but Pride never implanted the seeds of darkness inside Elpis. He didn't have to corrupt what was already there. Elpis was so much more than what he siblings expected her to be. Sure, she had a soft side, a loving side who would take care of the gods who lived with her and the human souls she attached herself to. Underneath the surface, there was more.

Pride corrupted the goddess, but not in the ways people thought he did. When he had her taste blood for the first time, when he had her witness the decimation of an enemy, it awoke something within her loins. The blood on his fingers, the husky voice he spoke to her after he had dispatched his enemy, the sensual and electric touch of his sent shivers down her spine. She was awakened at this moment and made aware of her own darkness that lied beneath the surface. Elpis was bloodthirsty, vengeful, with a taste for power and a hunger for domination. Elpis' darkness rose from ashes and engulfed her heart when she was near the Sin. But unlike him, she was balanced. It only was when anger suffocated her that Elpis truly exposed her darker side and embrace destruction. Pride was thrilled, so he encouraged her to let go of her self-control and wrap herself in the veil of lust and anger. He enjoyed the piercing gaze of hers when another one dared to claim him as hers. He enjoyed the most when she went on a rampage against the Sumerian Pantheon and wrecked havoc on them. There was darkness inside of her, and Light a balance made flesh. 

Doya: There only was them

A/ N: Still stretching a little bit more,  the anniversary. It's taking place the morning after. Oya is thinking of what happened since the shifter case and appreciates the good day they had yesterday.

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There is always this moment when you wake up when reality has not settled in just yet. You just open your eyes and for a brief moment, you felt lighter, as if nothing happened to you just yet. Oya always felt like this when she opened her eyes, regardless of how agitated the night before was, there was this innocent hour when sins were forgiven and Hope restored. She would roll on her side so she could look at Dean's face. Usually, he would already be awake and would have spent the dying moments of dawn staring at her until she woke up. Before reality settled back in her mind, she would take a minute to look at him, stroke his cheek and press her body against his to steal the remaining minutes of the quiet day. Then she would pull away and sit on the bed. Sometimes, Dean would wake up earlier than her and would leave the bed to prepare breakfast and start searching for a case. She would wake up alone in a warm bed and it would give her a moment for herself. Sometimes, she would be the first to wake up and Dean would be sleeping. She would watch him and stay in bed until he woke up. Sweet, tender moments they were. Sweet tender and rare because they only happened when they were in the bunker.

Every other morning was different because they would simply wake up and jump into action. Adrenaline rushed through their veins and the case took over. Oya like those fast-paced mornings where every second mattered. She grew fond of the quiet ones she had at the bunker. She grew fond of slowing down when it was allowed. She usually wouldn't like slowing down because that meant she had to stop and think. Her mind wasn't a pleasant place to be at times, especially during the early hours of the day when her nightmares brutally woke her up. This morning was no different. She woke up agitated from the nightmare she had the night before, and her eyes were swollen and filled with tears she couldn't contain. However, before her brain registered that she had a terrible night, Oya felt lighter. A quick glance at her side and she saw a sleeping Dean, comfortably snoring in the dead of the night. Her lips trembled but she took a deep breath, wiped her tears off of her face and curled next to his body. His breathing was even, slow and soft. It brought her comfort to know that at least one of them had a decent night. She cupped his cheek and gently stroked his hard skin as the innocence of the moment faded away and reality slapped her in the face. He had to kill a shapeshifter who looked just like her.

They had not talked about it, not even once. None of them could so they both moved on. Oya didn't know how Dean felt at this moment but she was very aware of how it impacted her. It wrecked her inside because she wasn't savvy enough to prevent the shifter to take over her. It wrecked her to have her memories and deepest feelings violated by such a vile creature. It wrecked to know she had impersonated her and she didn't know just to which extent. The idea of having shifter! Oya deceives Dean turned her stomach upside down. The thought of him killing shifter! Oya revulsed Oya because she did know how it felt. Her nightmares had her kill him and she couldn't stand the idea of it. She had to kill her possessed fiancé a couple of years ago, and to this day it still traumatized her. So how could it not traumatize Dean? He seemed okay though, his breathing was quiet, his body was relaxed. He seemed okay and it was enough to bring a smile to her face. The world was not ending so she wouldn't give into her panic. She looked at their matching t-shirts he offered her yesterday. -smooth Dean knew that Oya would love to have a present for her anniversary, so he made one- They were the same green and black with written on the front Dean and Oya and on the back specific corny messages since she loved them so much. Hers read « She steals all of his shirts » and his read « Catches all of her nightmares ». Corny, but sweet and true. She did steal his shirts and he did catch her nightmares.

They finally reunited yesterday, after weeks apart from one another, after the shifter case they worked together. He had been driving through the whole damn country thinking that Lucifer had escaped from Hell while it just was a ploy used by Crowley so he could use the brothers to retrieve an artifact for him. Oya had to fight a rogue demon who possessed her childhood friend. Castiel helped her save the man and she had to overcome her debilitating fear of the creature to save the angel. The whole ordeal left a deep mark inside of her and although she succeeded, it still left a bitter taste in her mouth. But today, everything was alright, everything was good. Yesterday, after so long apart from one another, they finally got to sleep next to each other. They consumed the night with frenzy, losing track of time and space because there only was them. There only was them in this moment and her love for him that engulfed him like a comforting blanket. There only was them and her need for him that washed over her body. The euphoria she felt whenever he was near, the warmth, the comfort, the love.. it felt like an explosion in her head that flushed away the stress and worries. There only was him and her in the warmth of their bed. Nothing else mattered and as she remembered how she felt all night long, nothing else mattered either this morning. She pressed her lips to his cheek, and nose, as her hands were stroking his cheeks and when she finally kissed his lips, he opened his eyes. She pulled away from his face and intensely stared into his green eyes. Her hands still on his cheeks she stroked lovingly.

« Morning, Dickhead. » -She whispered, as he ran his hand on the back of her neck and lost his fingers into her thick black curls.-

« Morning, Bitch. »

He mused, pressing a kiss to her lips as he took a minute to look at her. She seemed happy and relaxed. He didn't witness the dance of worries earlier on and it was better this way. Oya was happy and calm and her smile brightened his day and Dean found out that it was all that mattered for the moment. It was all that mattered for the moment.

//All the usual disclaimersby such a vile creature. It wrecked to know she had impersonated her and she didn't know just to which extent. The idea of having shifter! Oya deceive Dean turned her stomach upside down. The thought of him killing shifter! Oya revulsed Oya because she did know how it felt. Her nightmares had her kill him and she couldn't stand the idea of it. She had to kill her possessed  fiancé a couple of years ago, and to this day it still traumatized her. So how could it not traumatize Dean ? He seemed okay though, his breathing was quiet, his body was relaxed. He seemed okay and it was enough to bring a smile to her face. The world was not ending, so she wouldn't give into her panic. She looked at their matching t-shirts he offered her yesterday. -smooth Dean knew that Oya would love to have a present for her anniversary, so he made one- They were the same green and black with written on the front Dean and Oya and on the back specific corny messages since she loved them so much. Hers read « She steals all of his shirts » and his read « Catches all of her nightmares ». Corny, but sweet and true. She did steal his shirts and he did catch her nightmares.

They finally reunited yesterday, after weeks apart from one another, after the shifter case they worked together. He had been driving through the whole damn country thinking that Lucifer had escaped from Hell while it just was a ploy used by Crowley so he could use the brothers to retrieve an artifact for him. Oya had to fight a rogue demon who possessed her childhood friend. Castiel helped her save the man and she had to overcome her debilitating fear of the creature to save the angel. The whole ordeal left a deep mark inside of her and although she succeeded, it still left a bitter taste in her mouth. But today, everything was alright, everything was good. Yesterday, after so long apart from one another, they finally got to sleep next to each other. They consumed the night with frenzy, losing track of time and space because there only was them. There only was them in this moment and her love for him that engulfed him like a comforting blanket. There only was them and her need for him that washed through her body. The euphoria she felt whenever he was near, the warmth, the comfort, the love.. it felt like an explosion in her head that flushed away the stress and worries. There only was him and her in the warmth of their bed. Nothing else mattered and as she remembered how she felt all night long, nothing else mattered either this morning. She pressed her lips to his cheek, and nose, as her hands were stroking his cheeks and when she finally kissed his lips, he opened his eyes. She pulled away from his face and intensely stared into his green eyes. Her hands still on his cheeks she stroked lovingly.

« Morning, Dickhead. » -She whispered, as he ran his hand on the back of her neck and lost his fingers into her thick black curls.-

« Morning, Bitch. »

He mused, pressing a kiss to her lips as he took a minute to look at her. She seemed happy and relaxed. He didn't witness the dance of worries earlier on and it was better this way. Oya was happy and calm and her smile brightened his day and Dean found out that it was all that mattered for the moment. It was all that mattered for the moment.

//All the usual disclaimers