A/ N: We all know that Oya would drop everything to help/rescue the Winchesters. (should she not be hunting with Dean, like she usually does). They would do the very same for her. As my WP and I discussed. So I imagined a moment like this, from the brothers POV. <3
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« Oya needs our help. »
Four little letters that had a huge impact on both the brothers. It had to be today. Of all the days possible she could have asked for help, she chose to do it on Charlie's anniversary. Dean hated anniversaries. He was crankier than ever around those days. He would drink, raise his beer to honor the dead but would mostly remain silent. Sam wasn't talkative either. How could he when his mind was plagued with guilt and the memories of the one who passed away? Charlie's death was one of those deaths that hit the brothers hard. Charlie was akin to a sister. A civilian turned hunter after her first contact with the supernatural. They tried to convince her to drop it, her dreams of adventures and glory but they realized soon enough it would be impossible. Charlie was meant for this life. Charlie was meant to be a hunter and she died as one while trying to protect the world from Nazis. She died on the job and yet, the brothers felt responsible for it.
Dean swore to never let anyone else get close to him so he wouldn't have to lose them again. It sounded easy, simple and for a few years, he was doing great. That was until he met Oya and she turned his world upside down. They were sharing a connection he never thought he could have. Perhaps it was made easier because she belonged to his world and he didn't have to split himself in two or sacrifice a part of him. Perhaps it was the fact she accepted all of him, flaws and all that he never thought could ever happen. Perhaps, it was the fact she was impossibly beautiful and badass when they were hunting and he couldn't tear his eyes off of her. Or maybe that was the fact she knew him, the good the bad and the ugly and still wanted to be with him? She cared for him and he cared for her, to the point of turning the car around and drive to the small town Oya was hiding in.
Her solo mission derailed at some point, a situation she couldn't fully explain because she didn't have much time. Sam could only have her say she was surrounded with a huge pack of werewolves and she couldn't possibly beat them all alone. She managed to cast a spell of protection that could mask her scent for a few days but that was it. There was no time to waste and the town was at least 3 days away from where they were. 3 days could be enough to find her dead in her motel room. 3 days were too much of a delay before getting to her. It was driving Dean crazy with anger and fear. He trusted Oya, of course, he did. She was a capable hunter but even the best sometimes needed help. He wasn't mad at her for getting into the situation. He was mad at himself for not being closer so he could help her faster. He was already feeling the weight of guilt breaking his shoulders. As usual.
Sam didn't say anything, he was hoping they would get there in time and get Oya out of that trap. His mind tried to avoid the elephant in the room, but no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not take the blood-covered body of Charlie he found in the bathroom. He still remembered the scream let out by Dean, a powerful « NO ! » that tried to deny the reality. He still remembered holding the lifeless corpse in his arms, holding her tight as if it would bring her back but it didn't. Nothing did. She was gone. Since Oya came into his life, Sam tried his best not to let her in as well. He didn't want to get attached the way he was with Charlie. He didn't want to fear for Oya's life when she would be out there on her own. He didn't want to find himself in this exact situation, where she called for help and they came too late. But it happened. He met Oya, he let her in. He wanted her in his life and now that she was, she was in trouble. His eyes shifted and stared at his brother behind the wheel. Dean's jaw was tense, and he could see he was nervous by the way he was holding the wheel. His fist was clenched tightly, his jaw was locked and a vein was popping on his forehead. Dean was worried sick.
« She's gonna be alright. » -Sam tried to say. Dean cleared his throat and managed to answer.-
« I know. She's a tough cookie. The toughest those sons of bitches have ever seen. »
He tried to comfort himself, make sure that his mind didn't go out of control. Dean tried to keep the fear away, the monsters at bay. Oya was alive and he will rescue her. He could get in time, she could pick up a fight with any monsters he could think of. She was badass just like that. But the truth was, no matter how much trust he had in her, fear and guilt still outweighed it. He could not lose Oya, not after all the troubles they went through. Not when he learned she needed help on Charlie's anniversary. She always knew what to do or say on days like these. She knew the older Winchester was moody, but she would manage to help crank him down to a more manageable level. Flashes of Oya crossed his mind, from the days she celebrated her first day with the Winchesters -with a single candle on a cupcake- to the days she would just comfort him, her hands in his hair massaging his scalp, a soft tune she would hum to him and the cuddles she would give so he would feel her warmth and presence. In days like these, when she wasn't physically present, she would give him a call and she would talk about her day, something silly, then sing him a song. She would be there, but she wasn't.
Why did it have to be her? Why did it have to be today? Why did it have to be him? He couldn't possibly reject the ways Oya made him feel. He couldn't possibly refuse to have her back, by his sides. He couldn't possibly refuse to go to her rescue. She needed help. She called and asked for it and he would be damned if he didn't answer her call and leap there as fast as he could. Yet, there still were 3 days ahead of the Winchesters and the dread only became stronger now that the realization set in. Dean turned his face to glance at his brother, his face still difficult to read but for one thing: he needed Oya back and he needed her alive. Sam moistened his lips and nodded at his brother, silently agreeing with him that they had to find Oya and they had to bring her back and alive. They needed to.
-TBC-
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