Doya: It were always the dreams

Doya: It were always the dreams 

A/N: okay, just couldn't stop thinking of these two okay?

xxxxxxx

 

Oya woke up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. Perhaps it was the torment of her mind and the nightmares she kept having or perhaps those were just the noise of the family next door. Either way, the black-haired woman was now awake. She turned to Dean who opened his eyes as soon as he felt a shift in the bed. Oya ran her hand over his chest, which elicited a rumble from deep inside his ribcage. Dean chuckled and stroked her back. His intense green eyes slowly moved up, so he could look at her face. She was still agitated from her awakening, but the soft smile on her lips reassured the hunter who leaned into his pillow.

The motel room they chose was quite fancy, Not in price but in the strangely good quality of their items. The bed didn't feel like it was made out of stone and the pillows were comfortable enough, much to Dean's excitement. He lifted a brow as she was still stroking his chest, carefully teasing him by going further south, under the belly button but stopped at his pelvis before going back up to his chest again. Dean noticed her grin, an unmistakable sign of her arousal and he coughed a little, just to startle her and make her react.

« So what? You just wake up and you start touching me like that? »

« Mmm, so what? You're complaining ? Because if you're complaining I can stop what I'm doing at once. » She warned him, which made him chuckle and shake his head.

« Who's complaining here? » He asked, looking at her with a more intense look. Oya swallowed a lump and shrugged. She stopped moving her hand in defiance, which made him wrap his larger hand around her wrist. « Oya... Did you have a nightmare? »

« No !!!.. » She first shouted, before quickly lowering her head and whispering. « Yes. I did... but unlike the others, this one was a dream. » She finally said, looking away from him. « I've never had dreams before and I don't know how to react to it. »

« What did you dream of ? » -His voice softened and she chewed at her bottom lip.-

« It was a world where monsters didn't exist. We were married, You were working at a factory and I was a teacher. It was just this, we were married, we went to the movies, we made dinner for friends, I knew how to cook! It was a lot of information and I just woke up... I woke up knowing that somehow, we had a peaceful life together. » She then closed her eyes and shrugged. « But this is a fairytale, that's not the life we have right now, nor the life that I want. I think it's cruel.... yeah... cruel of my brain to make me imagine a world where we wouldn't have to risk our lives every single day... » She choked on her words and looked the other way. « So, I woke up and I wanted to be comforted. »

Dean tugged her arm, forcing Oya to look at him.

« I had dreams too. I'm used to having nightmares, so you know, you can bring it. I've lived worse than whatever thing my brain would want me to imagine. It's the dreams I dread. The dreams are the worst because that's a reality I couldn't have. » He paused and then sat on the bed so he could be at her level. « I used to dream about us. »

« You did? But... when? »

« A long time ago, when I wasn't sure you'd stick around. I got used to having you in my bed, to our routine. I was thinking, hell maybe she's staying with me. Maybe we could have this cool thing going on for a long while. Back then, I only knew pain. I was certain that you'd leave for good, so dreaming about you staying with me was tearing me apart. » The confession made the woman blink as she had not expected to hear him talk about something so private. Yet it was the perfect moment to talk about it and she was receptive. She cupped his cheek and stroked it with her thumb.

« You were afraid I'd leave... I'm so sorry. » She wasn't at her best when that happened. She learned after a heated argument with Dean, that the blonde hunter had been through way too many abandonments. He couldn't deal with hers. It made her shiver and she pressed her lips to his. « I had no idea you had dreams... »

« It's okay. I got over it. » He flashed her his infamous grin and then cupped her neck. « You'll get over it too. Yes, reality sucks, monsters are real. But one thing your dream got right is that I'm here. » He pressed a kiss to her neck, eliciting a moan from the young woman who clutched at his shoulder. « And I am not going anywhere. » -He claimed, while his hand slowly slid under her shirt.- « Hold onto that. »

« Mmm... » She moaned softly at his touch but decided to keep a straight face to keep talking with him. « Wait...wait, wait. » She tried not to kiss him but fell for his soft lips and moaned in between their kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he gently pushed her on her back. He was laying on his left arm and elbow, just shifting most of his weight on his left side so he could take a look at her. Her hazel eyes shifted from left to right, staring at him while a soft smile graced her features. Dean was pleased with himself since she was out of her bad mood and a little more focused on the present.

« I'm listening. »

« Do you still have dreams these days ? » -She furrowed her brows, hand still on his cheek as she stroked it with her thumb.-

He paused for a minute, looking deep into her hazel eyes. Oya could feel his answer way before he said it with words. Yes, he still had dreams, and they probably were even nicer and more hurtful. He'd never told her about the dreams involving his family. How he wished their mother was with them, meeting Oya and baking for the family. He could see her face, as she discovered just how terrible a cook Oya was. He still had dreams where his own father would come to him, a completely different man who wasn't broken by the years spent hunting. Who wouldn't have lost his wife and would have been present in the lives of his boys. How could Dean tell her about the fatherly « big talk » his dad would give him while talking about Oya and Marie? It broke Dean's heart to know he would never have this and he could never introduce Oya to his deceased family, do like most men his age with the partner they so-chose.

« It's okay Dean. I know. » -She said with her warm voice, her eyes still searching his as she lost her fingers into his thick blonde mane.- « I know... you don't need to answer my question. It's kinda obvious. » -She sighed and closed her eyes. « I do have dreams...Sometimes you're not even in them you know? Remember when I told you some night ago, that I was scared I would forget my family because I couldn't remember their faces ? » -He nodded.- « Well, I dreamed that I was talking to my dad and it was his face, alright? It was his face...So yeah... I woke up heartbroken that night but I strangely felt good too because I could remember him. » She clutched at her shirt and looked at Dean again, with eyes filled with unshed tears.  « So I guess you're also having those dreams... maybe I'm in it, maybe I'm not. » She leaned her forehead to his. « But I guess you're right too, we've got something to hold onto. »

« I've got you, right there, right now. Don't ask me how, but this is all I need to get back to myself at times. Whether you're here or hunting on your own, I wake up knowing you're in this world, with me. I can't ask for better, I already have what's best. »

He smiled at her and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss. She closed her eyes, allowing his words to sink in while she was tasting his lips. Dean was right about something. They had each other. It was real and it was strong. He played with her, pulling away just so she could try and kiss him instead, eliciting a giggle from the short woman whose soul was soothed by her partner's words. They had each other and could hold onto this truth.

-TBC-