Doya: Mornings

(Doya)

Mornings were usually silent. Dean would always wake up first and unless they were working on a case together, he would spend an extra moment watching Oya sleep. He liked it better when her breathing was steady, her body relaxed and her mind at peace but like everything else, it wasn't the norm and it didn't last long enough. Oya was plagued with nightmares and while sleeping next to him limited the intensity of these, she still didn't sleep well for a good chunk of the night. But the mornings... ah, the mornings.

She would wake up with a smile on her face because he would be the first thing she would see. He would make sure to greet her with a kiss. A simple and easy small gesture that could help the day be less dreadful than it would be for Oya was grumpy in the morning. She would smile and turn around and wrap her arms around his neck so she could kiss his lips. She would lose her hazel eyes into the green of his. She wouldn't say a word because she didn't need any. Her eyes did the talking.

She woke up next to the best person on Earth...Next to the only one she would share her bed with, and who would make her smile like that. How dare he make her smile? How dare he? She wouldn't say a word because she didn't need any and there were days she wished Dean could understand how she felt, how much she cared for him without her having to say a word about it. Maybe he did and she fancied the idea. He was family and because he was, She would always put him, Sam and Castiel before anything else.