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-
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