Doya: New-Year blues

Doya: New-Year blues

A/N: I <3 you so very much! Let's begin the year with these two.

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« Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. »

Oya's tired voice echoed in the war room. She was curled against the chair, her arms wrapped around her legs as she aimlessly stared in front of her. It was unusual for Oya to wake up earlier than Dean, she loved her sleep so much that he always woke up first. So when Dean realized the bed was empty, he checked his phone first, in hopes she would have texted him but she had not. immediately, his mind went into search mode as he feared she might have been taken away or the bunker was breached. the blonde hunter then grabbed the angel blade he kept beneath his pillow and started to look after her. She would certainly be in the kitchen because she was thirsty, but the kitchen was empty, so he went to the war room.

« You didn't. I just woke up. » -His voice was still sleepy so she shrugged her shoulders.- « I just felt you weren't there... » He added in his gruff voice before he ran his hand over his face. « Do you want some coffee? »

« No. Please... Stay. » -Oya's face finally turned and she set her hazel eyes on him. Oya rarely said 'please', so Dean knew she needed him near her and he indulged her request by grabbing the nearest chair and sitting next to her. « I haven't slept at all... » She admitted, her eyes averted from the wall before her to the hunter who was standing on the left.

« Something's on your mind? » -He asked, his hand still holding the blade. Oya eyed it and then Dean's worried face. He tried his best to keep his composure and a straight face, and for the most part, he succeeded, but if there was one thing Oya learned to decode, it was his worried face. His jaw was clenched, his senses acute and she could sense that already trying to figure out what was going on.-

« Yes. » Oya nodded and gently leaned her head against her knees. « It's the New Year. The 4^th I am spending with you and I am so happy to be here, with you guys...with you Dean. It's just...I just couldn't stop thinking about dad and then I realized I didn't remember his voice. I don't remember his voice, is it... does that mean I'm going to forget  him? » She asked, visibly troubled by her own words.

Dean understood Oya. He had lost his mother to the demon with yellow eyes years ago and he too forgot the sound of her voice. He remembered her face, he remembered her smiles, he remembered the kindness she had and her love for her children but he didn't remember her voice anymore. It took him a while to admit it to himself and an even longer time for him not to feel guilty about it. Mary Winchester, how could someone forget about her? He did, someone like him did forget about her, Mary's son. Seeing Oya in such distress was making his stomach upset. Dean cupped her cheek and stroked the soft skin with his thumb. He could see her eyes getting filled with unshed tears and the struggle she had not to shed them.

« Hey... » He said in a soft voice, speaking as if he was afraid she would freak out. She pouted and leaned into his larger hand. « You're not going to forget your father because you can't remember his voice. » She nodded and shut her eyes, finally allowing some tears to drop. « It doesn't mean you're a bad daughter. Your dad knows you love him and this is not going anywhere, Oya. »

« I don't want to forget him, Dean... I don't want to forget any of them... »  He pushed his chair forward and helped Oya sit on his lap. She was so tiny that she easily cuddled with Dean.

« I got you. » He repeated in a reassuring tone. He could feel her chest heave up and down at a faster pace as she was now sobbing in silence. « You're not going to forget about your family. » Dean planted kisses on top of her head while he lost his hand into her wild black mane. «How can you, when you're always telling me stories about your family? » He said with a soft smirk. Oya nodded and smiled through her sobs. Her fingers clung to his shirt while he rubbed her back. He could have gone and fetched them coffee.

"Yes.... you're right."



« I got you. » He kept saying until she calmed down. Oya clung to him, her fingers didn't leave him as she poured her heart out. It had to happen anyway, he went through this, sometimes he even had those fears surface again. like a vicious cycle it would remind him of what he lost and what he could lose. It would taunt him about what he didn't do and how much of a bad son he ended up being. He knew he understood and he got Oya's back. Oya realized that he could have left her to her troubled mind but he didn't. Dean wasn't a man of many words, not always. He wouldn't whip out a long-winded speech like Oya often did and he wouldn't break into a song like she always did, but he was there. He planted another kiss on her forehead and kept her close to his strong frame.

-TBC-