DOYA: Mundanities

Doya: Mundanities

//All the usual disclaimers

Dean wasn't exactly the overly affectionate type of guy. He wasn't all kinds of rainbow and unicorns. Everyone knew this, starting with his own brother, Sam Winchester. Dean, however, had his very own way to show his affection and only the trained eyes would notice. Oya did notice. He kept the necklace she gave him years ago, on her 1 year anniversary with the brothers and never took it off. He would complain about her wearing his shirts but would never stop her when she « borrowed » one. Dean would complain about cooking for Oya, but he would always get up and cook something for the ebony hunter. It was all in the simple gestures he would have for her. The way he would hold her hand when she would become nervous, the way he would just pull her into a hug and keep her against his strong taller frame. It was in all the smiles he would share with her, or the selfies he would take for and with her. It was in his annoyed gaze when she would bring him the ugly aprons she would buy to later wear one of them on Sunday.

She woke up around noon, exhausted from the intense week she had. The delicious scent of brewing coffee filled her nostrils and she rolled off of the bed to go to the kitchen. Dean was waltzing already in the room, as he was attempting a new dish. Rather than burgers, he wanted to make for beef lasagna for the two of them. Oya scratched her scalp as she finally walked into the kitchen and yawned. Dean grinned, still mixing the lean ground beef with spices, onions chops and seasoning together. Oya sat on the stool in front of him and looked at the table where unchopped vegetables were waiting to be cut into pieces.

« Morning Bitch, care to give me a hand? » -He said as he removed his hands from the ground beef.

« Morning Dickhead... Yeah? What do you need? » -He gave her a knife- « Oh. I'm on veggie duties. Clever! » -She grinned and gently took the knife from Dean-

« I wouldn't trust you with boiling water, but you're amazing with knives! » -He pretended he had something to take in the fridge, so Oya would be focused with cutting the vegetables.

He was right, Oya was a terrible cook. Before she met the Winchesters, she always managed to buy her food, but now they had the luxury to have a kitchen and she wanted to take advantage of that. The curly haired woman tried to learn, the older Winchester even gave her lessons, but the food always ended up burned or tasted so bad that demons would never want to eat it. Oya always took her inability to cook with a smile and so did the others. She took the habit to watch Dean cook for both of them, enjoying the mundanity of it all and would make herself useful by setting the table for two, or buying supplies or washing the dishes when they were done. This time felt different because Dean wanted her to participate. He was almost done and cutting vegetables wasn't exactly grandiose but it made her happy. She was so focused on her task that she didn't realize Dean walked around the table to be behind her. She felt his presence behind her, familiar, comforting, large and strong and it made her smile. She was almost done with cutting them, working fast with her knife but had to put it down when she felt his hands on her waist.

« My... oh my. Are you happy to see me this morning? » - He knew she was blushing given the way she was speaking. Her voice always trembled a little whenever blood rushed to her cheeks. And that hint of a smile achieved to convince the Winchester that she was indeed blushing-

« Maybe. » He said as he turned the stool so she would face him. Oya yanked her head back and leaned against the table. She was beautiful in the morning when she just had woken up and nothing but peace was in her mind. « What if I was? » He added, his nose gently rubbing against her neck.

« Mmmhhh... I don't know. » She said as she spread her legs a little so he could nest in between them. He put his hands on each side of the ebony hunter and bent forward so she would be pressed against the table and him. Oya lifted her legs and rubbed them against his sides while her hands wrapped around his neck. « I would say that you're turning into me, » -She grinned and pressed her lips to his.-

Dean returned her kiss and gently pushed the cutting board away so he could push Oya on top of the table so she would be more comfortable. She ran her hands into his hair, gently massaging his scalp while he pressed several kisses on her lips. The young woman smiled in between their lips and leaned her forehead against his. His hands ran over her back and held onto one of her legs. It was a very beautiful morning, the weather was « picnic » ideal, the food was fresh, he woke up in a good mood and so did she. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and her smile grew wider.

« I'm not turning into you. If I was, I would become unable to cook and we'd both starve to Death. »

« We would buy food, silly. » She chuckled and felt his hand wrap around her waist. The one holding onto her thigh held tighter. « I would never let you starve to Death. » Her tone became a little more serious because, as usual, she took his joke a little seriously.

« I was joking Oya. I was joking. » He chuckled and gently cupped her cheek with his hand. His thumb stroked the soft skin of her small face and then lost itself around her neck and into the black curls of her hair. « You're pretty funny. »

« I'm pretty. » She moistened her lips and bit her bottom lip.

« You're beautiful. » He stated.

Both knew Oya was beautiful. Dean thought so when he was looking at her, he thought so the first day they actually met. She might have been soaked with her blood and some vampire blood, she still was gorgeous. It took some time for Oya to feel better about her scars. Looking at them bothered her because they reminded her of her stupidity. She ghosted Dean, nearly got herself killed and those scars were a reminder of that moment of stupidity. It was a reminder of her guilt. It was a reminder of the dark place her mind was so of course, she hated them. Dean helped her accept those scars, by kissing her skin, by embracing her as a whole. So yes, even after the Asanbosam, she was feeling good about herself. STILL, listening to his words made her blush harder than she thought she ever could and she gave him a sheepish smile.

« You're beautiful too... » -Her voice became lighter, softer as she avoided to look into his green eyes.- « I have always thought so, from the day I met you. » She held onto his t-shirt and chewed at her bottom lip.

« Would you look at that? I thought the same thing when I met you. Are we linked? » He kept stroking her cheeks with both of his calloused thumbs. She blushed and nodded. Dean was joking, but he meant his words. He knew that being lighter in tone would be best for the two of them and it worked. Oya was still relaxed and was working hard to overcome the sudden rush of adrenaline in her veins. Her heart was beating faster than usual, hitting against her ribcage as she looked at him.

« Maybe we are. » She looked up at his face as he pulled some rebellious locks behind her ears. « I like that idea. » She let it slip and then used the fact her leg was free to wrap it around the back of his thigh and pull him closer. « But if we really were, then you would have kept acting like me. By now I would have had your cock in my mouth. »

« Oya... »

« What ?? » She chuckled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned her forehead against his chest. « I was trying to make a joke. My head is not in the gutter... »

« ...Yet! » He added, eliciting a groan from Oya who gently hit his shoulders. « Wow, You're so violent! » He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kept her in an embrace. « And you're very cute too. »

« I thought I was beautiful! » She lifted her head to look at his face again. Her hazel eyes stared at his emerald ones.

« You are... » He nuzzled her neck and kept her in his embrace, enough to feel and hear her stomach growl. « And I think it's my cue to finish the lasagna I was making. »

« I think it is. Get to work Dickhead. » She released him and yanked her head back.

She wouldn't say anything more as he would quietly return to where he was. Her eyes would follow this tall man as he would waltz in the kitchen and cook for them. She liked simple mornings such as this one when they were doing something mundane like cooking. She would enjoy those mornings when there was nothing else but joy and quiet and him. She loved her mornings when he was in it.

-TBC-