Doya: without him

Without him :

Oya threw herself at Dean, as soon as she came back home. Her arms wrapped around his frame and she pulled him into a tight hug. Her face rubbed against his t-shirt, and she took in his scent as much as possible in order to make sure that he was real. He furrowed his brows as he didn't expect her to be this demonstrative, but quickly wrapped his arms around her frame. Oya sobbed quietly, her fingers sunk into the warm flesh of the Winchester's older brother as she couldn't stop sobbing. He had rarely seen her like this, usually, she would shed a couple tears when kids were victims and he was wondering if it was the case.

« Don't you ever die on me again. » -She sobbed in her cracked voice.-

Those simple words were enough for the taller hunter to keep her in a tighter embrace and stroke her hair. He comforted her the best way he could, knowing full well that she probably had fought against a telepath or a witch, anyone who would have had the ability to make her hallucinate his death. To see such a strong woman like the ebony hunter break down in front of him was an unsettling sight, but more so, it was proof of her affection for him. She didn't want to lose him. He let his fingers run through her dark and heavy curls. He let them massage her scalp to help the petite hunter calm down but he felt her warm tears roll down his shirt and wet the fabric. Dean was right, Oya encountered a witch in her last hunt. That bitch made her see a world she refused to live in, a world without Dean.

It broke her heart and despair overwhelmed her to the point of wanting to fight Lucifer should she ever face him if it could avenge Dean. In reality, it would have had her jump to her death, killing her because she strongly believed Dean was killed. A world without him? How could she survive in a world without the man she felt so strongly for? She still remembered the cold body of the hallucination she was holding into her arms. She remembered feeling empty, then angry, then desperate. It was a bleak future that lied ahead of her, a future without his laughter, his smiles, his voice singing songs as they drove Baby to their next mission. It was a world where she wouldn't be able to stroke his head with her fingers, where she would not be able to kiss his lips, snuggle against him or feel his arms around her when she had a nightmare. It was a world where he wouldn't roll his eyes when she brought ugly aprons home or he wouldn't laugh at her for not having comebacks to his teases.

It broke her heart and made her cry tears made of pieces of her soul. She didn't want to go on, she didn't want to live anymore in a world where /he/ wouldn't be. The tears were real, the pain was real, the despair almost drove her to suicide. What prevented her from going through with her revenge was the promise she made Dean. She promised him to keep going, keep the family business should he pass away. How could she do it, if she wanted to die? How could she? She sighed deeply and renounced chasing after Lucifer, only to find out that she had been hallucinating the whole time. Her wrath was terrible and the bitch was dead, but her heart was still broken. For a minute, she believed she had lost her home forever. For a hot minute, she believed she was all alone in the world again and that the strong foundation built upon the ashes of her heart was crumbling down. Those emotions never left her and the woman couldn't help crying in his arms again.

« Please, never die on me, Dean...please... » She begged again, sobbing uncontrollably against him while he embraced her tighter and pressed his lips to her forehead.

« Never. » He replied, knowing full well it was a promise he couldn't keep. She needed to hear it, her heart and soul needed to be at peace, so he said so. He lied to her for her own sake. « I'm never dying on you. » He then helped her climb on him and wrapped his arms around her thighs. « You're stuck with me forever. »

« That's better. » She said between sobs. « I can't live without you,» she admitted and wrapped her arms around his neck. « I can never live without you. » She repeated before she took a deep breath.

« You won't have to. » He said, closing his eyes as he relished in her soft sweet scent and her warmth against his body. « Don't you die on me too then. »

« I don't intend to. » She replied, her voice calmer than before. « I don't intend to... »

-TBC-