« 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.
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