A/N: They are together, always. Late-night conversation between my favorite hunters.
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“Dean...?”
Oya's voice pierced through the silence that had settled in the room. She had been unable to sleep that night and her tired voice echoed through the quiet room. Dean had been contemplating the day, satisfied that their case had a positive outcome. They got the monster, there was no casualty, there was no ma major injury except for a couple of bruises here and there. For the first time in a long while, Dean felt good. Oya's voice was calming, even as she broke the silence, her tone was not worried, her voice was still very soothing. He grunted, loud enough for Oya to lift her head and look at his face. He glanced at her, noticing her big hazel eyes that were staring at him with curiosity and lifted a brow as to ask her to keep talking.
“Do you think Castiel would understand if I ask him how many angels are needed to change a light bulb?”
The question was random, as random as the hearty laughter that escaped from Dean's lips. He had not expected her first words since they got under the sheets to be about a joke she wanted to tell to Castiel, but it brought a grin on his lips and he let his fingers sink into her silky black mane. As he massaged her scalp, Oya purred and pressed her body against his.
“I don't know... You know Cas. He's /very/ literal. I don't think he'd understand.”
“But that's the joke! Him, not getting it.” She said, biting her thumb as she wanted his approval. “C'mon, next time we see him, I ask him.”
“Oya..” He started before another laughter crept out of his mouth. “I'm not even sure he'd understand why you're laughing. I can already see his face from here.” He said as he started to impersonate the angel and make faces like him. Always so stern, always so constipated. What started as frustrating quickly became endearing. It was Castiel's personality, what separated him from other angels, and what made him “him”. Akin to Oya's beautiful face when she was laughing. It felt good to do so, to be able to be silly under the sheets and after all the shit they had to endure. It felt good to be together, just two people talking late at night. It was needed.
Oya had a rough year, from the near-death of one of her best friends, (Joshua), to her own near-death at the hands of the God Pluto, to the moment Dean had to deal with archangels -Apparently, Adam was free, someone saw him but nobody was sure about the sightings- The moments of true peace and joy were very limited but they were used to it, after all. The life they led demanded it. However, it felt nice, to finally be able to let go, to finally be able to breathe and have a goddamn good day on a regular hunt. He didn't have to worry about her because she was right in his arms. She was safe, she was alive....and she was laughing with him. A large grin lit up his face and he gently planted a kiss onto her forehead. As she was taking her breath back, the ebony hunter leaned her head into the pillow and bit her bottom lip. Her laughter died out and she coyly smiled at him. Her hand stroked his chest again before she started to plant a few kisses on his hard skin.
“When all is said and done, I can still have a minute to think about how good our case was. We didn't lose anyone.” She exclaimed.
“We didn't lose anyone.” He repeated, bemused, satisfied.
“And we aren't heavily injured.” She pointed out, while she slowly attacked his neck with her lips, suddenly feeling a little more energetic and driven.
“and we aren't heavily injured.” He repeated, his left hand started to stroke her hips while his eyes stared at her. Oya was radiant, he couldn't really explain it, but Dean was happy with it.
“And more importantly, I am hunting with you.” She noted, while her hands ran over his chest. “It's been... it's been a while since we had something to celebrate, don't you think so?”
“Do you have something in your mind?” It was a rhetorical question. Of course, she had something in her mind given the growing intensity of her kisses. The blonde hunter grinned at Oya who snuggled to him and whispered seductively.
“What do you think I have in mind?”
The night was young and they were alive. Dean green eyes locked with her hazel ones and he quickly pressed his lips to hers, giving her a searing kiss of his own, just so she could have a first taste of what was to come. And by Chuck, there was a lot to come.
-TBC-
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