DOYA: Only home when you’re here.

DOYA: Only home when you’re here.

A/N : (to Dean)  I promised something sweet, these two have been through a lot and I want to celebrate them. I want to celebrate /us/ and I think that you would like what I made.

(To All) I think they deserve a little bit of love,  I was in such a bad mood lately that I needed to lift my spirits up. I love these two like you wouldn’t believe, and I wanted them to be happy, and name names, so here you are.

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Men of Letters bunker, Friday evening, 10: pm

Oya walked into the bedroom she shared with Dean, wrapped in her bathrobe and with a towel in her hands. She was trying to dry her hair when Dean jumped off of the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. The tiny hunter lifted her head to look at him and grinned. He bent forward and planted a kiss on the top of her head. Oya chuckled and yanked her head back so she could have a better look at the dirty blonde hunter who was towering her.  He grabbed the towel and started to help her dry her heavy black locks gently. She purred as it sent shivers down her spine and wrapped her arms around his strong waist.

“I’m home.” –Was all she said-

“I know.” -Was all he replied–

She had been away for more than a week and had barely talked with Dean and Sam. They always rolled their eyes when she texted them because she constantly checked on them, but as soon as she stopped they started to miss it. Maybe it had to do with it being a habit, maybe it had to do with them enjoying having someone who cared for them, again. They missed her and her near-silence quickly worried the two seasoned hunters. Dean had missed her the most. She always teased him, with a text or a picture and the explicit description of what she had in mind. She was always vocal with Dean so, not hearing from Oya felt like an anomaly. It wasn’t natural, something was missing. The dirty blonde hunter couldn’t keep his excitement contained and wrapped his arms around her waist. She pressed her body against his and felt his grip on her waist grow tighter. The hunter lifted her petite frame without a warning, eliciting a groan from the woman who instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He placed his arms underneath her legs so her plump robe-covered ass would sit comfortably and lifted a brow as he noticed her mischievous grin.

“What?”

“You look as if you’ve missed me.” –She teased. Dean dramatically rolled his eyes and deeply sighed, which made her chuckle- “Ahahah, what?”

“Do you want me to state the obvious or what?” –He grunted, which had her move her face forward for a kiss to his cheek and pulled away as soon as she could-

“The obvious?” –She pretended she didn’t understand, only to see him exaggerate his features a little more. “Ah, you meant, “that” obvious. You totally missed me and you are too proud to say it, am I right?”

“I can say it. I just don’t want to see that stupid grin on your face if I do.” But he couldn’t keep his act together. Oya was looking at him with this beautiful smile on her face that had him lose all seriousness.  He felt his heartbeat harder and he looked at her with his intense green eyes. “I have missed you.” He whispered. Her hazel eyes averted from left to right before she cupped his cheek and gently pressed her lips to his.

“I have missed you too. I couldn’t wait to be home.” She whispered to him before she smiled at him again.

“Are you home now?” –It was a rhetorical question. One she replied with a simple nod-

The two of them never spoke fully for both didn’t believe in words. They both knew that lies could be uttered without a single thread of truth and therefore didn’t want to hear things. They needed to “know” things and most of the time, their mutual affection and love were expressed through their actions. Dean knew Oya loved him when she called him first and asked for help. He knew she loved him when she trusted him enough to speak of what weighted on her mind. He knew she loved him when she brought her ugly aprons back from her last case. He knew it because it was the proof Oya thought of him when she was away and she wanted to please him. He knew it when she hummed songs to him, in order to soothe the hunter and let her fingers run through his blonde hair.

She loved him, she was deeply in love with him and he truly felt it.  He didn’t need more and neither did she.  Oya knew Dean loved her when he welcomed her in “team free will.” She knew he loved her when he comforted her at night when she was plagued with nightmares and he took the time to reassure her. She knew he loved her when he cooked for her because he knew she loved his food. She knew he loved her when he told her to “stay with him” and accepted to share his room. Both were broken, both didn’t trust easily and yet he was trusting Oya with both his life and his heart.  Dean knew he could confide in her, he could tell her what he feared the most, he could tell her about his never-ending nightmares. He could tell her about his trauma because he knew she’d understand and he knew she’d stay with him.

Her hazel eyes lovingly stared at the emerald orbs of the hunter. She let her fingers stroke the back of his neck while the other stroked his shoulders. Oya wouldn’t tell Dean about the sleepless nights she spent because he wasn’t by her side. She wouldn’t tell him about how exhausted she was because of the case. She wouldn’t tell him about the nightmares she had and those alternate realities she dreamed of, realities where he would be dead or he would leave her because she wasn’t enough. She wanted to forget about it and focus on them together. So her hands sunk into his skin and she pressed her lips to his, in a more demanding way.

“I am at home. I am always home when you’re here… /only/ when you’re here.” -She said, biting her bottom lip- “I’m not sure you understand what I mean…” She said, furrowing her brows as doubt crept in her mind.

“I actually do. I feel home when you’re here too.” He said, flashing his infamous grin. “I’m home.” He said, gently pecking her lips before he watched her lift her brows as shock washed through her. “/only/ when you’re here.”

He replied in a soft whisper before he carried her to the bed.

-TBC-