DOYA: They were alive.

DOYA: They were alive. 

A/N: As usual, feeling a lot of love for our babies. All the usual disclaimers

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Oya slapped the hand Dean extended to her. He noticed she was bleeding and tried to reach out to her wound to check how bad it was. The slap didn't surprise him, for Oya had been very distant from the moment they returned to their motel room. They figured out that they were against a witch, but the lives lost to her were young... so young. There had already been 6 victims, all were children and the realization almost pushed Oya over the edge. She became reckless, to the point of attacking without being prepared their prime suspect. With little to no choice left, Dean had to adjust to this change of plan and find a way to quickly defeat the witch and protect Oya's reckless ass.

He managed just fine, not without a few injuries on his face, shoulders, and leg but he defeated her. Oya had the luxury to hear the story of the witch while she was taking a severe beating. A century-old witch, Theresa Morck, who was cursed by her coven for daring to love a vampire. The only child she had was sacrificed so she would be cursed with immortal life. It took her some time but she found the members of her coven over the decades and carefully retaliated. She would kill their children, or grandchildren and curse the parent with immortality. She would then wait until their lives became a nightmare to torture and kill the parents. There was an endless trail of corpses that would only have grown bigger if Oya and Dean didn't stop the witch.

« Let me see this. » Dean's tone didn't give room for a negative answer.

« I'm fine... » Oya replied, her hazel eyes fixedly stared at the blonde hunter who grunted and outstretched his hand towards her. « I'm fine Dickhead! » She growled.

« you're not, Bitch! Stop playing around, show me that wound. »

She stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest, in a defiant move but his stern gaze was overwhelming. Oya shrugged and unfolded her arms. She was ashamed for what she did, the risk she took and the life she almost lost. If it had not been for Dean, she would have died right there. She sighed deeply and knitted her brows in anguish for her irresponsible actions. The wound was stinging like a bitch, constantly reminding the hunter that she had been a fool that night and would have lost the chance to come back to Dean. He knew it, she could tell by the way he was looking at her; He realized he could have lost her and the thought didn't sit well with him at all. Dean didn't overtly panic, it wasn't his style, but he didn't need to say anything for her to notice he was in fact, panicking deep down.

He reached out to the shirt and pulled it up to uncover her wound. It was a nasty cut that required stitches, so he grabbed her arm and led her to the bed he made her sit on. His jaw was clenched and she could see the vein on his forehead. The very one that popped every time he was worried and upset. He could have lost her to her recklessness and while he never wanted to think of a world where Oya wasn't, tonight was a close call. Tonight forced him into this situation, where he had to imagine holding the dead body of his....partner. His heart was beating faster than he wanted it to, almost skipping heartbeats because it couldn't fathom that idea. In order to keep himself in check and make sure he stitched her well, he forced his hands to keep moving.

« …... » No eye contact so far. No word was said. How could she speak when words died at the back of her throat? She barely could make eye contact and closed her eyes as Dean worked on her wound. His technique was flawless, fast and clean. Soon enough, she was good as new and as he cleaned the wound with a warm towel, Oya's hand covered his. He stopped moving and looked at the beautiful ebony hunter. He lips were trembling and he knew she was about to cry but didn't want to. Her struggle to hold back her tears became even more obvious as she shrugged and held his hand tighter.

« I'm sorry. » She started with, as he put his other hand against her soft cheek and stroked the skin with his thumb. « I know I acted stupid tonight. I just couldn't contain myself... »

« I know. » He said, squeezing her cheek and losing the tip of his fingers into her heavy curls. « You scared me back there. » He admitted, while he dropped the towel on her lap and cupped her other cheek with his large blood-stained fingers.

« I scared myself too. » She joked a little bit before he leaned his forehead against hers. Oya closed her eyes and held his wrists with both hands. She was grateful the witch didn't mess with her mind and left the painful memories and regrets untouched by her magic, however, the physical pain she made her feel was enough to numb her body. She was already aware that the next morning would hurt like hell, but it didn't matter because Dean was with her.

« Don't you ever do that again, Oya. No matter how pissed off you might be, never run head first towards danger... »

« It's the pot that calls the kettle black. You did the same not so long ago... » She groaned and pointed out.

« It doesn't matter. It is beside the point here! »

« It's not! It's precisely the point! You don't want me to take risks and yet you're doing the fucking same shit! » -Oya pointed out the obvious, but Dean was having none of it.-

« It doesn't matter that I do it. »

« It fucking does! Dean! You think I'm happy when you go on solo missions or you go with Sam? I know you're the best at pushing people away and jump to Hell for the greater good! Fuck this! You've done it enough times for me to be worried sick whenever you're away from me because I know there's a chance you won't come back! »

« It's easier that way. » He kept his hold on her face despite her struggling to get away from him.

She was upset and he could tell because she stiffened against him. He always believed it was easier for him to go, to be the one to die because he deserved to and he wouldn't be missed. But the truth of it all was that Dean was running away from his own emotions. He would rather die than accept the fact he loved team free will, to the point of going mad should he lose them. Oya picked that up, she was the same after all, so his words were bullshit to her ears. She understood how he felt and pushed him even further to a corner.

« IT IS NOT! Do you think I would be happy if you fucking died? » She pushed his shoulders, upset he could even think she would be happy if he disappeared. Dean groaned as she kept talking. « You're an idiot! You're a fucking dick if you can think that for one second I would be happy if you ever died on me! »

« I can't handle the idea of losing you! » He finally lashed out. « Tonight was a close call, Oya. You could have died! » He finally said it. And for a brief moment, there was nothing but silence in the room. Her hazel eyes grew wide as he explicitly said he didn't want her to die and couldn't imagine a world without her. Her breathing became labored as anguish overwhelmed her and she moistened her lips, She tried her best but ended up crying. He was right, she could have died and would have if he didn't find a way to kill that witch. « I can't handle losing you. »

« I know....I'm sorry. » She ended up saying, as tears rolled down her cheek. « I don't want to lose you either. » She whispered, while he planted a kiss on her lips, then another, and another. He stood up and gently helped her lay on her back. He quickly got on the bed and leaned next to her. « I screwed up tonight. »

« You're alive. » He shushed her anguish with those simple words and a more relaxed tone. « It's all that matters. » He said as she grabbed his hand and put it against her heart. « It's all that matters... »

Dean repeated. He helped Oya move a little up on the bed so her forehead would be within his reach and he could wipe away her tears with the back of his hand.

They were alive and it was all that mattered.

-TBC-