Doya : Dance with me.

Doya: Dance with me.

A/ N: When I said I was obsessed with kitchens! My fave ship <3

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Oya looked at her reflection on the mirror of Dean's bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and a white tank top. Her body had a collection of scars that have all healed. Each and every one of these had a story, like a gunshot wound she had on her right shoulder from the time a cop mistook her for a perp when she was trying to save a couple from a werewolf. Some of them had happy endings, but others left a bittersweet trail behind them. That was what the huge and deep claw marks she had on her arms were. A bittersweet reminder of the night she almost died while facing the monster who slaughtered her family. She was hot-blooded, consumed with revenge and didn't listen to Dean. It could have cost Oya her life but it only claimed her arms. The scar was nasty, as it dug deep into her flesh and could only be hidden with long shirts. For a long while, the small ebony hunter hated them. She would wear Dean shirts and would never remove them when they were intimate because the sight alone made her panic before she was self-conscious about them and didn't think he would want to see her fully naked when she was sporting such ugly markings.

Dean brushed that off, with a simple gesture. When she was reluctant to remove her shirt, he gently convinced her to lose it so he could see her fully. She let it go, anticipating his rejection with each inch dropped but he treated her unexpectedly. He kissed her scars, slowly, while his emerald hues stared at her. He kissed them from the beginning to their end, at her wrists and then kissed her on her lips. Silently, he had accepted her as she was. He had embraced everything about her, from the inability to conceive to the ugly scars on her arms and Oya felt lighter, relieved, liberated. She learned to accept this body of hers, bruised and broken but testifying of her adventurous and complicated life. She was a hunter, after all, a strong hunter and her body told that story. From her toned abs, strong arms and thick legs, she was a fighter. From the scars on her body to the weapons she always carried with her, even when she was wearing little to nothing. The bunker was safe, but that didn't mean it couldn't be breached so she always had to be ready.

Oya was supposed to be on her own today, so she went to the kitchen and heated some of the hot pockets stacked in the fridge. Because the bunker was empty, she did put some loud music, a classic from Jodeci « Freek'n You ». It had all the 90's cheesy and sensuality she enjoyed when she was younger. The song was good, slow dance material, even so, she started to move her body accordingly to the beat. While the hot pocket was heating in the microwave, she was swaying her hips and drew arabesques with her arms, dancing to an imaginary Dean who would have been here and would have watched her while leaning against the kitchen counter. Little did she know that Dean and Sam had just come back from their last hunt and stopped by the kitchen because of the loud music that comes from here. They found Oya lost in her trance, and Sam chuckled, quietly exiting the scene after he patted his brother's shoulder, to give the two lovebirds some intimacy. Oya still had not noticed them, too caught up in the song, holding an empty bottle of water as if it was a microphone. She turned on her heels and nearly fell when she saw Dean, leaning against the counter with a grin on his face. She blushed, because she had been caught, but also because he was there and the song put her in a playful mood. She grinned back at him and moved her hands, inviting him to come closer. He looked at her, at this delicious petite frame wrapped in little to nothing, just a tank top and a pair of boxers that hugged her curves perfectly. He lifted a brow and pointed at himself as if to question Oya's intention -teasingly-. She nodded and he walked towards her, indulging her request. He wouldn't dance, because dancing wasn't his forte, but he wanted to get closer to her and her seemingly good mood too.

« I was just thinking of you. » She said, still swaying her hips as she grabbed his shirt with both hands.

« My sense of timing is always perfect. » -He grinned and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.-

Oya tilted her head to the side, her eyes suddenly lit with a fire he had seen before. She was looking at him sweetly, the same way his mother looked at his father both in Dean's memories but also from the moment he time-traveled to see her and save John. Oya had the same gaze, which he had always noticed. It still had the same impact on him, the jelly in the knees, the warmth in his whole body, the way his face was burning because Oya was looking at him like that never ceased to surprise Dean. He always seized the moment and pressed his lips to hers because it was the only logical thing to do. It also was the only instinctive thing to do, pressing a kiss to her lips, watching her melt by the minute. Oya chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist, keeping him close to her frame as she closed the distance between the two of them. He kept her close and cupped her chin to lift her face up so he could look into her hazel eyes.

« How I have missed this cockiness. The bunker felt empty. » She said, sliding her hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

« Metaphorically or literally speaking? » He lifted a brow and pressed his lips to hers again. Oya chuckled between their lips and shook her head. «What? »

« Am I this transparent? » She asked while the song died and silence quietly settled back into the kitchen.

« The song you were listening to was quite the dead giveaway. » He said in his gruff voice. « But I liked it, care to listen to it a second time? »

« Dean Winchester and R'n'B? Who are you and what have you done to my Dean? » She teased him with, quickly looking at her phone and starting the song again. Dean just chuckled and smiled at Oya who gently said. « Dance with me, Dean. Come on. » as she resumed the gentle sway of her hips. « Just put your hands on my waist Dean, let me guide you. » She instructed and he obliged her requests. He moved his body slowly, the friction between the two felt good, maybe too good since he lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen's counter. Oya giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. « I have missed you... okay? I have. » She said, furrowing her brows while she searched his emerald gaze. Their eyes met and he cupped her cheek.

« I know. » Was all he said, knowing full well what she truly meant. « I have missed you too. » He only had the time to say before she pressed her lips to his, demanding, needing more from the hunter who ran his hand under her tank top to stroke the warm skin of her back. « I have missed you too. »

He repeated while she licked his lips to seek entrance. He let her deepen the kiss while he set himself in between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her petite body against his harder and bigger frame. She ran her fingers into his dirty blonde hair and gently scratched the skin there. Oya smiled between their lips, enjoying the taste of his tongue as they were making out in a hurry. He had been away for more than a week and she had no time for pleasantries anymore.

« I suggest we take our dance elsewhere, Dickhead. » She moaned in his ear, while her lips kissed his neck and shoulder. Dean grunted and nodded.

« I agree, bitch. Let's take it to our room. » He lifted her up again, this time making sure she had wrapped her legs around his waist so he could carry her more easily. The older brother took the ebony hunter to their bedroom, all the while enjoying the attack on his neck and shoulder by her lips and closed the door behind her. It was a happy day, indeed.

-TBC-