Doya : Back to Basis

Doya : Back to Basis

A/N : A moment between the two of them, They just know each other really well.

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Oya was stretching while Dean was reprising her jacket. He insisted on working on it, patching the whole thing up just so she could keep on wearing it had been a mean he found to exorcise his anguish. Patching her up lately had been a good way for him to making sure she was alive -because he could touch her- and that he didn't miss anything. They should have been moving forward already, it wasn't the first time either of them had to experience near-death. It wasn't the first time they had to save each other asses from a certain death yet this one was difficult to move past. They both knew why. Pluto was still alive and roaming freely on Earth. He was still preparing Chuck knew what and it wasn't the last of him they had seen just yet. Dean also didn't want to argue with Oya over the fact he was pissed off at the missed opportunity he had when they crossed paths with the pagan god a couple months ago.

She could have told him it was him. She just needed to point him to Dean and then Dean would have dived headfirst into a battle he would have lost. His desire to kick the pagan god's ass was strong, maybe stronger than ever because of this missed opportunity but Oya did have a point. What good would that have been for him to rush into battle without preparation? That was exactly what she did and it nearly killed her. At least she had the excuse of not knowing he was the pagan god since he was disguising himself as a basic monster, but Dean wouldn't have had that excuse. He would have known it was a powerful pagan god, he would have known it was the one who nearly killed Oya and he would have known that it was a bad idea running towards danger without knowing what it was and how to put it down. He would have been stupid, he would have made her cry -and not just her. His brothers Sam and Castiel would have too-. That didn't mean it wasn't frustrating to know that the man almost responsible for his worst nightmare was still alive and kicking.

Oya could feel the unspoken tension between the two of them and the growing impatience in the heart of her partner. She could tell he was angry and she could tell he was worried. When she came home all bruised up and with torn clothes, he feared the worst. How could not after nearly losing her? She made him panic, she made him worry and that was one thing Oya hated the most. She put both legs in front of her and wrapped her arms around her knees. She wanted to tell him they'd beat the god but wasn't even sure she would sound convincing, so she didn't try. Instead, she simply looked at him, as he was working on her jacket in silence. She looked at him and hoped he could feel just how fiercely she was in love with him. She was staring at his fingers, working swiftly on the tanned fabric of her jacket, and thought of her late friend Isaac Stenton. The regular human who befriended the hunter she was years ago.

For a long while, he was the only « friend » she allowed in her life. She would let him call her and talk about life, give her pieces of advice and in general just give her the support and warmth she lacked and needed. Back in America and still ashamed to go see the Thomases, all the human interactions she had were with her good friend Isaac. He would have loved to see her today, with repaired relationships with Sarah and Josh and an actual family with Team Free Will. He would have been proud of her, for allowing people back into her heart and she was certain he would have probably cried a single tear or two, knowing she let herself fall in love again. It wasn't so bad after all, she kept her promises to Isaac in a way

He would have berated her, for not talking to Dean about what she'd noticed. He would have been angry at her for hiding her emotions regarding the pagan god and her near-death experience from Dean. Knowing this made her roll her eyes and she stood back up and walked towards the hunter, well-determined to talk to him. Just when she did, Dean had just finished and showed her the result of his hard work, which had Oya grew her eyes wide and knitted her brows together. Shit! He was cute! He was so cute with that satisfied smile on his lips that she decided to focus on the beautiful thing he just did instead of bringing more chaos and despair to the two of them. Her arms wrapped around his frame and she gently pulled his head against her chest, in a tender gesture. Her fingers ran through his dirty blonde mane and she planted a kiss on top of his head.

« Thank you...It's beautiful. »

« No, thank you. »

Was all he said. She knew he opened the dialogue by saying something she would inevitably bring back later, but she knew he was ready to talk to her, to let her ask questions and find a way to answer them with his own words. He knew Oya by heart and knew she was relentless and wouldn't stop until she'd started the conversation they needed to have, so they would both feel better. And the beauty of everything was that she knew exactly who he was, how he did things and she could make him do the things she wanted/ needed to. After all, they were a dynamic duo, a well-tuned machine... life partners.

-TBC-