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.
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
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