Oya was like Summer. She felt like the burning sun up in the sky and the fresh breeze that cooled you down. She was full of energy. Sam always called her his little "gremlin" because just like them, she couldn't keep in place. He realized that he needed her energy, her moods, to hear her voice and listen to her unsolicited dating pieces of advice. He wanted to see her sing, and dance, and try on ugly outfits to relax at home. She felt like Home if Home felt like good days. For the youngest Winchester, Oya felt like family. It probably was the reason he noticed her absence the most. Sam rarely went on hunts with the ebony hunter. That was Dean's job most of the time. Dean seemed to have found some balance, some ground to attach himself to and grow within Oya. His brother felt different when he was with the hunter, more comfortable with himself, with life in general. They kept eating crap sandwiches, but someone, as long as Oya was around, they could endure the bad taste. Dean seemed to be able to endure his life a little more, a little longer thanks to her.
He didn't mind much, because the pair of them was better when they were together, but he did miss her. He looked at his phone, tempted to call her and furrowed his brows as he didn't know if she would take it back. He heard the news, Dean briefed him shortly. Oya was in distress. She wasn't sunny; she wouldn't shine for a while and he felt like he had to comfort her. His fingers played with his phone, as his mind was looking for something to say to her. Oya always knew what to say, she always had something to say -he was still struggling with emotions-. but he wasn't like her. Not really. not anymore.
#I'm with you.#
Was all he came up with. A couple of words to express his sympathy, to let her know he was giving her his support, that she was on his mind.. that he cared. it felt like it wasn't enough and her silence confirmed that she might have found this ridiculous. what could words do when the situation was dire? how could they comfort her when she was about to lose a brother? stupid! Sam felt a little bit stupid but still hopeful. She might read and feel better after all. She might shine again. He was hoping for this.
#Thank you, love ya Bookworm! # She replied shortly after, soothing him, relaxing his mind. she had read his text and she appreciated it. She welcomed him Home.
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