Doya:
Her spell was wearing off. It only was a matter of hours until it completely stopped working. Oya had no clues as to when it would end but she could hear the werewolves gather around her hiding spot. They knew she was there but couldn't pinpoint which house she was hiding at... yet. It had Been days since she sent her text to Sam and Dean, secretly hoping that they would come to her rescue but they had not been. What was she thinking? The thrill of a good hunt took over her common sense and because she wanted to challenge herself, she fell into a death trap. Half the town was a werewolf pack. Different families living together in harmony and feeding off of the humans who either traveled through town or settled in. Always a random disappearance, always someone with little to no strings in the town so people would not notice they weren't in town. It all was perfect until one of them got sloppy and Oya sniffed a lead. She should had asked for help at the first hunch. Had she done that she wouldn't be in danger. But she didn't ask for
Helped ended up caught in a wildfire.
One bullet, two bulllets.... six bullets. There were only six bullets left for a herd of 8 or more. Werewolves weren't easy to kill, a bullet could not be enough so she basically was waiting for her death. Sweet irony that this situation was. Oya didnt want to die. Not anymore. Not as long as Dean and Sam and Castiel
Would be alive. As she realized that she didn't welcome death as easily as before, Oya shook her head and leaned it against the counter she was sitting against. Six bullets left, a herd of werewolves waiting outside and a desire to live stronger than ever. That had to be a cruel joke from Life. Her lips trembled and her eyes were filled with unshed tears as she stared at her phone. She pulled her legs together and wrapped her arms around them. Her breathing became laboured, sharper than before and she could feel the last remain of control slip off of her hands. Shit! She was going to die here! Alone.. the idea had her so upset she hit the floor with her fist and muffled a sob, then another, then another.... she made small noises, mostly cries she was trying so hard to keep to herself but what was the point in hiding them? She was going to die so who cared about a breakdown?
When finally she gave into her fears, Oya started to cry. shewas suffocating in this house, where her food supplies were almost over and the air was cold. What if Sam and Dean never came? What if
Crowley was in their way? What if an Angel was behind it all? What if they died on their way to her? What if they found her dead body? She was horrified by the eventuality Dean would have to discover her lifeless form. He already lost too much and he was going to lose her too. Fuck this! It couldn't happen... it shouldn't happen! Her body was shaking as flashes of Dean's face crept into her mind. His smirks, his doubting face, his pouts and his smiles were all coming to her mind as she remembered moments they had. He was the first face she saw after they rescued her, years ago. She remembered how excited she was when she took him To a date and gave him The necklace she sculpted for him. He never took it off, nor even once and she knew he was protected.... she remembered the first kiss they had and how right it felt, to her. It made her smile of course, those sweet memories of them, arguing, saving each other and working together.
It made her smile but it made her even sadder. She wanted more. She needed more than just the few years life gave her. It felt unfair, sudden, horrible.... she tried to bargain with Chuck, called his name in vain once her denial was gone. As he didn't answer, then came anger. She screamed at him, for being a coward, for abandoning his children and the people who counted on him, for creating angels who in turn terrorized mankind. She blamed him for everything that happened to Dean and Sam and Castiel, for the pain and misery that was birthed by him
And how horrible life was for the righteous. it felt ironic that after all those years seeking death, now that it was at her door, Oya wanted to live. But she knew it was the end and it took her a while to accept it. Slowly but surely, she put the remaining bullets in the chamber of her gun and once it was ready, Oya stood back up. She cleaned her face, chugged down the last bottle of beer available in the house and grabbed her knife. The spell wore off and all the werewolves finally located her and broke the door and windows as they attacked her. One last time, Oya, you would do this one last time so better go out like a champ. But in all this chaos, suddenly a voice called her name. And along with it, Hope came back.
"Dean!" She yelled back, with gratitude and tears in her heart. "Dean! Sam! Right here!" And just like that, the sparkle turned into fire.
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