Doya: On the road to find Pluto.

Doya: on the road to find Pluto

A/N: still following the search for Pluto plot. a conversation between Doya. 

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Oya was sitting in Baby, her legs crossed and some files on her lap. While the most recent ones were about the “werewolf on the loose” case Dean found for the two of them, on top of it was the last research they did on the pagan god Pluto. Ever since they heard the “hunter radio” mentioning the spotting of the pagan god, nothing was ever said again about him. Despite their numerous attempt at finding him, Oya and Dean couldn't locate the god, but only a few possible events related to him. Oya suspected he was probably gathering forces if nobody was able to know his whereabouts and he might come back stronger than ever with a potential army or at least powerful allies. Dean speculated that eventually, he might even try and seek Crowley's help or an artifact left by Lucifer himself or the first monsters.

Dean hadn't heard from the king of Hell since he requested his help -as the favor owed by the King to him-. Oya didn't hear from Castiel, whom she asked for help with their research. It ended up being more difficult than she expected things to be but that didn't deter the woman from going through the reports over and over again. Dean asked her a while ago; when she was recovering from their last hunt; if she remembered anything from her confrontation with the god. For a while, Oya refused to dive into her memories. Dean understood but still warned her that it would have to be done if they wanted to find Pluto or at least understand why he was so different from the other pagan gods they had already fought. Today, in the car with Dean nearby, she had decided to give it a try. After all, she was still in a safe environment.

“I wasn't supposed to meet the god, you know?” A single sentence, enough to catch the attention of the hunter who looked at her with a furrowed brow. She glanced at him and nodded quietly. - “I was going after what I thought was a vampire and yet, upon finally finding my target and starting to fight it, they revealed themselves to be the pagan god of Death.”

“What? did he start to spill the beans while he was killing you?” Dean's voice faltered as he dreaded her answer. He furrowed his brows and held onto the wheel a lot harder. Oya nodded quietly before her gaze set upon the files on her lap again.

“He did. Kinda. I came to him with a wooden stake, some blessed salts and told him that I knew he was a filthy vampire preying on innocent souls. You know, the usual... He stopped me mid-air with a flick of his wrist, and I watched him transform...” -She slowly swallowed a hard lump before her fingers nearly clawed at the papers before her-

“That son of a bitch...” -He growled lowly-

“He...He took offense in the fact I thought he was a vampire and started to tell me about how disappointed he was with humans.”

“Do you remember what he told you?” -Dean's jaw tightened as he asked the question.-

He could tell by the sound of her voice that Oya was not comfortable. He knew she might have been reliving the moment as if the god was before her once again. The ebony hunter gritted her teeth, visibly upset at the memory of the encounter. She remembered his face, cold yet with green fire in his eyes. He grew in size, almost doubling down as he grabbed her cheek with his normal hand, only to turn his other hand into a large claw. She remembered his sadistic grin as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt while he spoke to her. He lamented on how humans were forgetful, on how they had forgotten about the gods, and how his powers were depleted. He told her that she would be the first to try and stop him but others would try and fail.

“He wanted to make an example of me... I can't remember everything, he was rambling while I was trying to escape him...He served me the same speech all the pagan gods serve us. How the modern world is ungrateful, how they forgot about them, and how they would make examples from hunters. I was the first to find him...There would be more.” Oya shrugged and shut her eyes she let her left hand run over her chest before she glanced at Dean. “He needs to feed on people. I suspected he was a vampire because of that. What if we don't hear from him because he's feeding on people? Perhaps that's why he is so powerful.” She nipped at her bottom lip.

“Anything specific in what he told you about his plans?”

“Define specific,” Oya asked as she leaned her head against the headrest of the car.

“I'm looking for possible clues in what he told you. He's hiding, we know. Why is he taking his time? You said he needs to feed on people, Some of the old pagan gods we fought had to consume something from humans to stay alive and powerful. We're talking about a pagan god of Death, what else could he possibly wish if not..”

“Worship.... he's looking for worship. I remember he said a line or two about wanting to remind people how to fear Death again and pray for a merciful one. He's in America, which makes sense. There's a sudden old gods revival in this country. Some worship Odin, others are full-on Greek and Roman pagan gods again. I've seen those groups online, he's going to reach out to some of the biggest worshippers to draw strength from them.”

“Gotcha!” -There was a lead! Dean was pleased to hear that they were able to at least have an idea of the god's motivations-

“I don't like the sound of it though, Dean. If worship truly makes him more powerful, then that means we would need to find a way to sever his connection with humans...That means we need a plan and allies.”

“Maybe Rowena... I don't fully trust Crowley.” -He started, which had Oya eyes grew wide and she groaned.-

“And you trust his mother? I'm sorry but this witch ALWAYS fucked with team free will. Always... And you will be indebted to her, who knows what she would ask from you?” But Dean rolled his eyes.

“And you have a better plan? Are you the king of Hell? Are you a witch? You might know some spells but I doubt you'd have enough magical power to be able to go toe to toe with a fucking pagan god, juiced up like this bastard!”

“Don't! Fucking don't, Dickhead!” She growled at him and hit her lap, messing up the papers she was reading a moment ago and having them fall on the floor of the car. “I don't like the idea of relying so much on people we can't trust. Crowley and Rowena had crossed you so many times in the past. I don't know what more they could take from us...”

“I don't like it either, but you know we have to fight fire with fire, O. Pluto is strong, stronger than any regular pagan gods we've ever fought before. Fighting him will require us to ask for help from anyone who can help us. Yes, Crowley and Rowena are assholes, but we know those assholes and we can deal with them!” He tapped his fingers on the wheel and then glanced at Oya who was shaking from head to toe. “O...I know you hate that, but remember, nothing can take me away from you. Nothing!”

He put his right hand on her leg and squeezed it gently. She bit her bottom lip and put her hand over his. She nodded frantically, half-reassured by his words and his touch yet still upset over the fact they would need to ask for help. She looked at their hands and entwined their fingers together.

“I will call Castiel when we get at the motel. I will tell him about our new findings and perhaps he would be able to find Pluto or at least get to study those worshiping groups while we work on our case.”

“I will talk to Crowley, tell him what you told me, see what he can fish out for us. Maybe he can find Pluto too?” He paused for a while before he stroked her leg. “We'll talk to Rowena together, maybe after we close the case we're working on.”

“Yeah?..... that'll be swell...” She said as she slowly fumbled to gather the papers she dropped on the floor. “I can't afford to lose you, D... I just can't.” She was still shaking, which prompted Dean to stroke her neck and gently slid his fingers into her black locks.

“You won't...okay?”

“Okay.....we should probably focus a little bit on the case at hand....A werewolf on the loose right?” She said as she closed the files and put them back in her bag. “This one has left a trail of blood we can easily follow. He hasn't left the community he's at, and I think he won't. I definitely need a big fight.”

She sighed and leaned into the car's door. It was what she needed, after all, a decent and simple case just so she could get back into it and find the motivation to face the pagan god.

-TBC-