Doya : what a day

 

Doya: what a day

MOL Bunker, 07 AM

Oya wrapped the bathrobe against her waist and walked into the war room where Dean was sitting at. She found him reading newspapers as he always did and quietly leaned against the heavy table. He lifted his head to have a good look at her and smirked at her. She felt anew, refreshed and relaxed. After days spent healing, she had fully recovered from their last case and was now more determined than ever to put Pluto down once they would know enough about him. Because of the strange power upgrade of the pagan god, it was decided to find the reason for such an upgrade in order to elaborate a better plan to take him out. Dean went to Crowley, taking advantage of favour the king of Hell owed him to make him work. Oya went to Castiel instead so he could investigate on his way and come back to her should he find something.

Dean put his newspapers on the table and let his calloused hand ran over her strong smooth thigh. He watched as she tilted her head to the side and let her black locks cascade over her chest, barely covered with the bathrobe that was loosely wrapped around her frame. Hazel eyes stared at the dirty blonde hunter sitting next to her and she let her hand run over his gold locks. She shrugged slightly and looked at the ceiling of the war room. She purred at the sensation of his warm and large hand and bit her bottom lip. He was relieved to see that Oya was feeling much better now, to the point of even smiling upon seeing him in the morning. Gone was the long face she had when they had just learned about Pluto. Now, all he could see was her determination to defeat the pagan god.

« Now that feels good. » She said with a chuckle. « Dean, I was looking for you when I woke up. Did you even sleep? »

« I did, don't worry Oya. » He patted her leg and then put his other hand on the newspapers. « I think we're ready for a new case, I was looking through the newspapers. »

« You were? » She tilted her head towards the newspaper and glanced at the highlighted parts. « I see... I guess you found our next case already? » She lifted a brow and he shook his head. He pointed at the three circles he made with a red marker.

« I have found 3 cases across the country. I was trying to look for any clues regarding Pluto but these seem to be our regular hunts... no trace of that son of a bitch anywhere. »

« If he's gathering troops or perhaps needs more time to strengthen up, I guess we won't hear from him anytime soon. » She stroked her chin and left the table to sit on Dean's lap. A first, he was surprised, but then he wrapped his powerful left arm around her waist and pulled her towards his strong chest while his chin nuzzled against her neck.

« Aha..you're tickling me. » She chuckled as she looked at the papers. These were indeed regular cases. Just upon reading, she could tell there was a vampire nest, a werewolf on the loose and probably a witch. « I'm tempted by the werewolf on the loose. »

« Only because you want to fisticuff. » He pressed his lips to her neck again and grabbed one of the papers. « But I guess we both need to have a little fight to start over. » He mused.

« I'm not just bloodthirsty. » She fake-complained before she leaned against his chest. « But you are right, I need a little fight to get back on track. » She tapped her fingers on the table and then furrowed her brows. « Besides, we need to be ready just in case we face Pluto. » She bit her bottom lip at the mention of the name and lost the smile she had before.

« We will be ready O. » -He assured her.-

He knew Oya still had trouble moving on. Of all the times she nearly died, this one was hard to let go of. She told him once, that she had recurring nightmares of the god, most of the very last words he told her before he left her to die. He was haunting her, taunting her from her dreams, which was making her nights more agitated than usual. She sighed and nestled against Dean. At least a few days ago, it was his birthday and she took the opportunity to actually relax and celebrate with him. Oya and Dean had a ritual, one Oya enjoyed it very much. She would bring him a single doughnut or a slice of cake with a single birthday candle.

He enjoyed it, a perfect compromise between a full-blown party and an intimate moment between the two of them. She would sing him a happy birthday and she would spend time with him. He loved to see the lit-up face and the smile that graced her features. He would be happy with just the simplest things, but Oya always managed to surprise him. She always managed to make him happier that day than he ever was before. And she had to admit that she enjoyed it more than she let on. Celebrating his birthday was definitely something that brought the ebony hunter some joy, for a moment she would forget about the plight of the world and the urgency to find and kill the pagan god. It was a moment for the two of them where Oya could take care of him.

They would be ready tomorrow and face whatever they had to face. Today, however, was a day for the two of them. Dean pressed his lips to her neck and as she turned her chest to face the hunter, she grabbed his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. A light one, followed by another chaste one and then another that lasted a little longer. She then pressed her forehead against his and smiled at him. Today was a day she wanted free of worries, a day for the two of them. She would pack and prepare herself for the case they would be working on tomorrow, but she would mostly spend time hugging, kissing, and caring for her partner. Her hand ran over his dirty blonde locks and she grinned from ear to ear.

« I'm excited about the hunt... I'm excited about getting our shit together but more importantly... I'm even more excited about spending some time with you. » She rubbed his nose with hers and tried to get up, but Dean kept her down on his lap.

« Where do you think you're going? » He teased her, almost tickling her with his fingers. She chuckled and tried to escape his hands but he didn't let her go. She was ticklish and he wanted to hear her laugh this morning, so Dean kept going and it made her break into a burst of loud

laughter; she punched his shoulder to break away from him, but he didn't let go. She giggled and started to attack him with kisses. He stopped tickling her and ran his hand over her black locks and gently pulled her into a nice kiss. « I want you here with me. »

« Well... it's asked so gently, how can I say no? » She giggled again and gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned against him. She would stay like this morning, enjoying coffee, breakfast and preparation for another case. She would spend the day with Dean and if Sam and Castiel returned from their investigation, then she would be able to see them too. Oh, what a day! What a lovely day!

-TBC-