Dean was driving Oya back home. After the heavy reunion she'd just had with Joshua, Sarah and Stephanie, she needed to leave. it became increasingly overwhelming for the ebony hunter to stay in the hospital room, so Dean took the lead and suggested they'd just hit the road, which the family accepted. Sarah knew Oya needed to be taken away, she had already seen enough tragedy in her personal life to endure seeing Joshua like that. It was obvious that she wasn't taking well the news of Joshua's new disability. Stephanie was grateful for Oya and Deans help in finding Daeva. She knew that her fiancé's job was dangerous, -even met him when he saved her from a monster-, but to have been this close to losing him had a toll on her. Oya could see it, it was plastered all over her face after all: Anguish, disgust, fear and relief. All of those packed in one longing gaze she gave Oya before they parted ways. Of course Joshua and Sarah tried to lighten the mood and joked about how it was the first formal meeting of the infamous Dean Winchester and how cool it was to finally see the one who made their sister smile so brightly. Yet, despite their attempted jokes, it didn't really work well on Oya who decided it was time for her to leave. No amount of jokes could make the situation okay for her. they respected her choice and sent her away with Dean. He was okay with the situation, although a bit awkward since it was the first time he was actually introduced to a family of "hunters", who was.. well, the family of his partner. It felt good to be acknowledged however, but strange all the same. Either way, they were finally alone in that car so Oya could breathe again. The first hour went by without a single word said between the two lovers. Instead, Dean listened to music while Oya looked past the window and looked at the beautiful landscapes. but it was only good for an hour, as the urge to speak her mind finally took over and forced the hunter to look at Dean as he was now driving in silence.
"Dean.... " He glanced at her. "Josh's crippled." She pointed out.
"He's alive, isn't he?" Dean replied, while he took the wheel with just his left hand. Oya shrugged and tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Sure, he is.. and it's a miracle in itself. I just think it's really unfair."
"We can't really pick and choose O. You know that." She shrugged again and leaned her head against the window.
"I know, but still. He loved going on the field. He loved hunting. we- we even had this type of competitiveness going on between the two of us. it's gone, Dean! It's just gone and I can't compute that." She stroked her arms.
"Life's not fair, O. You /know/ that. Ever since we started working on his case, we thought he would die. He didn't. I guess it's a win. we have to take it as a win. /You/ have to."
"I can't."
"Why is that?" -He asked, while he let his right hand run over her leg. Oya pouted but looked at him with a fiery gaze. "Why can't you just accept that things aren't that bleak for once?"
"Because! Josh's a fucking devout christian. He's a hunter and still a fucking devout Christian and you're telling me angels couldn't fix him?" -There it was. Oya's infamous hatred for angels surfaced again.-
Dean knew that Oya would never forgive angels for their lack of true compassion for human beings. She resented angels for their silence when she pleaded for her family. They remained silent when she wanted to save her father from cancer. they remained silent when Joshua was severely mangled. She did notice that his injuries were healed faster than they should have but didn't think much about it. maybe she didn't see it clearly, maybe it was the tiny reward angels gave Josh for his devotion and faith.. maybe it was something or nothing at all, but it didn't take away from Oya's inner rage. Dean stroked her thigh and glanced at her with his emerald eyes.
"O. What do you want me to say? Not every angel is like Cas."
"I know.. unfortunately." She crossed her arms above her chest and leaned against the window again. "You're right. he's alive. It's a win for us. we found the Daeva, we got rid of it,and my brother is alive. I guess I'll focus on that instead." She gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. "We did great back there.thank you for coming with me." She now had her hand on his thigh, which made Dean smirk and clear his throat.
"Miss Olusegun, do you know how dangerous it is to have your hand there?" She curbed a brow and grinned.
"Oh really? Are you telling me that you're that sensitive?" She teased him before he scratched the back of his head. "I thought so." She chuckled and leaned forward. "I know you don't really like when I'm being grateful, but here I am, feeling grateful that you've been by my sides through all of this. I would have messed up if I was alone. So much anger, distress and anguish would have overwhelmed me and I would have been reckless."
"I had to look after you." He noted, a coy smile on his lips. "I wouldn't have let you be on your own, you know that." She nodded and kept stroking his thigh. "What would you do without me?"
"I don't even want to think about it." She mentioned, before she leaned back against the window. "I'm good where I am. I'm good with you. I'm good." She closed her eyes and cracked her fingers. "Do you often think of what you'd do if you ended up like him? crippled I mean. Would you still hunt?"
"I will.. " He paused and furrowed his brows. It never occurred to him that he could potentially end up on a wheelchair.-
Dean had always quite been a lucky bastard and no matter the ordeal or the trials, he never sustained permanent injuries. He did learn that it all came to Chuck's love for his protagonists and his desire to keep the story going, but after he was exposed and Amaya's existence was revealed, Dean still managed to be unscathed by the many adventures and fights he had to lead. He still managed to keep his limbs intact, his internal organs were normal and even as his body aged, he still was able to kick ass. It wasn't like Bobby losing his legs, or Kevin turning blind when that angel possessed him... or even Death. he furrowed his brows harder, coming up with a blank face as he didn't know what to tell her. Dean couldn't possibly imagine himself crippled, let alone know how he'd react if he couldn't go on the field. He knew he wouldn't take it very well, after all, the dirty blonde hunter was a man of the field. He was meant to track monsters, destroy them and save people. As he looked at Oya, still at loss of words, he could see on her face that she understood him. She was trying to answer the same question too and was lost. She was a woman of action after all. hunting was a sport to her, something she needed to do. She loved to see the bruises and marks left on her strained body after a hunt. She loved to run, jump, kick and punch.. what could she do if she wasn't able to do it anymore?
"Ahem... I think we got the answer." She said with a sheepish smile. "I hope we won't come to that, you and I." She said, leaning forward so she could kiss his cheek. "We're fine. let's hope we--"
#Attention hunters. sightings of a creature believed to be Pluto confirmed in Sacramento. Do not approach without caution. I repeat, sightings of a creature believed to be Pluto in Sacramento. Approach with caution. The deity is extremely powerful and has already killed several hunters. We do not know its intent or the extent of its powers, but the creature seems to be vastly powerful, far more than any deity encountered until now. again, approach with caution!#
"Dean..." -Oya held onto his arm and looked up to his face.-
She could tell by the way his jaw tightened that he didn't like to hear the news from the hunters radio. A couple months from now, Oya had encountered the god Pluto during one of her hunts. He nearly killed her, and would have succeeded if it wasn't for Castiel's last minute intervention. Just the memory of the encounter sent a shiver down the woman's spine and she ended up biting at her thumb to hide the discomfort she was feeling at the moment. She could remember how everything suddenly slowed down around her. she could remember how worried she had been to die alone, how worried she had been for Dean (and Sam and Castiel) and how she wished she could see their faces one last time. She remembered the distress her body was put in, the stress she felt about having a hard time breathing and the blood, she remembered the blood that couldn't stop flooding. that encounter marked Oya and traumatized her. it was enough to send her into a trance when she met with the god again, this time in front of Dean. She dreaded the moment he would want to go after the god himself and take inconsiderable risks to get back at him because he almost killed Oya. Her hand stroked his arm and she looked at him with lips trembling.
"I won't go alone.." He finally dropped, barely breathing as anger was overwhelming him. she sighed in relief and ran her hand through her curly locks. "I won't do that to you, O, but we need to talk about it. we need to do some--"
"We won't do shit." She yelled, pulling away from him and pulling her legs on the seat. "He's an extremely powerful Dean... far more powerful than the gods we faced before." She shook her head. "We need a plan... we need.. time."
"He will go around, make new victims. Are you ready to live with this?" She shook her head and shut her eyes as tight as she could. Of course not! she wouldn't want to let innocent people die because she was a coward. She didn't want him to see fear plastered all over her face, but he didn't need to look at her, he only needed to hear her voice. She was terrified and so was he. "Oya... I know you're scared." -His voice softened and he glanced at her. She still was curled into a ball on the passenger's seat. "O..." His voice softened even more but she shook her head.
"I don't want him to kill you." She said bluntly. she couldn't imagine the pain he went through when he thought she almost died and didn't want to experience the same thing, again. just like in her nightmares. Dean kept driving and leaned into his chair. He knew the conversation would not go really far, not when Oya was in such a state of mind. Instead he took a deep breath and put the music station back. He would wait until she was ready to have the conversation. He knew she wanted to face the god and made him pay for what he did to her -and all those countless lives lost to him-, and she would come around and talk to him. It was just a matter of time now. The music soothed Oya who relaxed on her seat and put her feet back on the car's floor. She held onto his arm once again and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Let's go home okay?"
"We'll be home in a few hours. I promise."
And he drove them home. Oya was able to warm up to him as time went by. Thanks to Dean's savvy nature and the fact he was used to the young woman for years now. She loved music and comfortable silence and as soon as she realized that she wasn't pressed, she was able to relax and talk to him again. They avoided the whole Pluto case altogether and focused on more pleasant details such as the delirious crappy aprons Oya saw and managed to buy for Dean. Talking about sweet nonsense made Oya smile and she ran her hand over her curly hair, feeling much better about their whole conversation. She was finally able to laugh again much to Dean's pleasure. There was time for them to talk about that case, probably as soon as they'd come home but he wanted the rest of the trip to be pleasant, and it was.
-TBC-
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