Doya: Anchoring

Doya: Anchoring

Anchoring: verb. To attach something or somebody to something else. 

Oya ran her fingers into Dean's scalp. He was laying on his back, his head rested on her lap. A moment of silence settled between the two of them for a minute as both felt they didn't need to add anything to the conversation they previously had. The silence felt good and comfortable. Her fingers on his scalp were comforting him, detangling any tension he might have had. 

They were talking about them, and how Oya's mom would have loved him. Dean considered her words with a smirk on his face. Moms. The touchy topic none of them talked about because it opened a can of worms. Moms.... she thought about introducing him to hers. That meant she had serious feelings about him. Full stop! No further analysis. Especially since he realized the thought crossed his own mind. Mary would have loved Oya. She would be grateful that the young woman wanted to take care of her stubborn so. She would find Oya strong and charming, cute and funny and.... full stop! Dean always forced himself to stop his mind from Wandering too far away from

Reality. The memories were painful because no matter how much he wished she was still alive, Mary was dead. Mary would never come back and he would never introduce Oya to his mom.  It hurt him, the happy thoughts and realization of what he lost. Hence the silence that settled there. Hence Oya's fingers in his hair.  Hence her own shaky voice as she mentioned her mom.

It hurt her too...

Dean was her anchor to this world. He quickly became, along with Sam and Castiel, the motivations she needed to keep going. She came home to them. She came home for them and when she was with Dean, she felt better. She felt at home. She felt right. Did he know? He couldn't possibly ignore how important he was to her. Not when she was soothing him with her humming and her fingers on his scalp. Did she know? How could she ignore how important she was to him? He never showed how vulnerable he was, not even to Sam and yet with Oya, it naturally came to him. He could let her understand that he wasn't feeling good and needed her without words. He could show how deeply impacted he was on a hunt that turned wrong or a friend who died on the job. He could be himself with her and he woke up feeling lucky she didn't decide to leave him. Oya was his anchor to this world, as simple as that and he wouldn't let go of her. Not now, not ever.