Doya: We are healing

//All the usual disclaimers

A sign at the door, a glimpse of the present.

"We are healing here."

Slowly but surely the wounds from the previous hunt were healing. Oya could breathe better, Dean's stabbing wound was closing in nicely. They were taking it easy, giving time for their bodies to heal. For the first time in a long while, Oya was happy. She felt bold, she felt invincible and most of all, she felt at home.

She didn't care about the crappy motels, the fancy ones or even sleeping in his car. She didn't care to work with him or to work on her own like she often did. She only cared about the moment she would be with him. When exhausted and excited about being reunited, they would celebrate the best way they knew.

He would kiss her, touch her, run his calloused fingers over her soft yet marred skin. He would make her sing the tune of love and passion, he would make her give into the moment when tomorrow was distant; When tomorrow was not even a thought. They would focus on one another, become one together and live in the present.

He was her present. He was the only moment that mattered. Oya would look into his green eyes and would lose track of time. She wouldn't care about whether or not the sun was up in the sky. She wouldn't care about whether or not they should be waking up or falling asleep.

Because he was here with her.
It was all that mattered.

So they were healing from their last hunt together. They were spending time together, in the little bubble that was the bunker, for as long as it would take until the next case forced them out again.