Doya: when he’s not there

Doya: when he’s not there

 

A/N: Just wanted a little bit of levity for our two babies.

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Oya was going back to the motel she was staying at. Her jacket was torn on her back, shredded to the point that her t-shirt and skin was torn-up; her massive hair was covering most of her back and made the blood-soaked fabric barely noticed by the few bystanders. She stopped by a small shop and crossed her arms above her chest. It had a few items on display and she stopped so she could look at them.  She saw sweaters and a pair of pants, a dress simple items that weren’t really pleasing to look at.

 

-Would there be an apron?-

 

Her job was done but she still had one night left before she left town. Of course, now that the case was solved, the only thing she had in mind was Dean. She always made sure to bring him something from her trips to other cities. Usually, ugly aprons because he was a great cook and she loved ugly things. A smile crept on her lips as she remembered the first time she brought him one. Dean wasn’t used to being gifted anything, so when she gave him the Apron, he was surprised, shocked even but happy. She still remembered the face he made when he noticed the ugly fabric and made a face. “Oh, I’m not gonna wear that.” He said, yet he kept the Apron close to his heart. “Oh yes you will... when you cook something for us.” She asserted, a sheepish smile on her lips as she was trying hard to hide her blushing. That was a cute moment, one that warmed her heart even tonight. Dean had always welcomed her gifts, always made faces when he saw how ugly the aprons were, but he always took her gifts and kept them. He even put one on, perhaps once or twice but never more. It was meant as a surprise and a silent way to tell her that he appreciated her taking time to think of him and bring him gifts, despite them being very ugly.

 

So, did they have ugly aprons she could buy Dean? Would they be open tomorrow? She glanced at their front door and sighed in relief when she read they would be there tomorrow. Good. She needed to buy him something, let him know she thought of him when he wasn’t there, because she honestly did. It wasn’t just the warm presence, nor the wild nights spent having sex with each other. It was his soul and hers, just becoming one when they were together. She was desperately in love with the man, so much so that he had the keys to her heart. She couldn’t imagine her life without Dean, nor did she want to have one without him or team Free Will. They were her new family, they were people she cared about, they were the ones she would go to Hell and back for. An Apron might not talk, but it was saying everything so she wouldn’t need to use her words. Dean knew, by now, that she was meant to stay in his life until one of them died. Dean knew that he was the most important thing in her world… no, he was her world. He knew that she loved him more than words could ever do justice and the aprons were one of the many proofs of said love.  Oya loved hunting on her own, it was still a very pleasant sport and good action for her, but she loved it better when Dean was with her. She was missing him, even more now that the job was done because the only thing she would do would be lay on her bed, being unable to sleep for a good chunk of the night and just thinking of her partner. So yes, buying an Apron was helping her because somehow, It felt as if Dean was there with her.