DOYA : On the road to Pluto: Dynamic Duo

 

DOYA : On the road to Pluto: Dynamic Duo

A/N: that little case in between their search for Pluto went well. despite a rocky fight, Oya and Dean managed to kick ass. All usual disclaimers

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Oya and Dean were standing a few steps away from the other. Both had their shirts covered with blood -most of it from the werewolves they were hunting-. Oya was holding onto her butcher’s knife so hard that she didn’t notice her nails sunk into the skin of her palm. Her huge hazel eyes were staring at her partner, Dean, who was standing up with his gun and angel blade in both hands. He too seemed to have made quite a mess and from what she could see, he wasn’t seriously injured. She sighed with relief, knowing that they were both okay. Dean’s chest heaved up and down as he was assessing Oya’s body. He noticed the torn shirt on her right side and what seemed to have been deep scratches. She probably didn’t notice that she had been injured during the fight. He also noticed the bruises on her face, the swollen left side of her cheek due to trauma, and the blood that was dripping from her head. Did she get hit there?

 

Oya followed his gaze but didn’t understand his concern. She felt fine and he looked fine. Although upon further assessment, he seemed to have been injured too. She noticed the bruises on his face, the scratches, on his left cheek, and what seemed to have been bite marks on his shoulder. Neither of them seemed to have been left unscathed from the encounter but they were alive and they got rid of the small werewolf pack that was terrorizing this little town in South California. It looked like a job well done and it was enough for Oya to claim it as a successful day. As they were catching their breath, his emerald eyes looked down at the five bodies that were laying on the floor. The case was a simple one, people were abducted and turned up dead for a month straight.  After a little investigation, Oya and Dean managed to find out the secret lair of those murderous monsters and decided to put an end to their rampage of violence. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezing or so they thought. The fight turned out to have been far more difficult than they first assessed.

 

Oya was grateful for the case because it took her away from Pluto and the god’s shenanigans. She was able to take her confidence back and prove to herself that she was still a capable hunter. She knew that it would take a couple more cases like this one to truly put behind her the trauma of almost dying. She was, however, relieved to see that she still got it. She was an incredible hunter and the bloodbath caused by their fight against werewolves was a testament to her might.  Her eyes searched Dean’s and when they locked eyes, she finally cracked a soft smile and walked towards him.  Her free hand slowly moved up so she could put it against his chest.

 

« Are you alright ? »

 

« I’m okay. A couple of bruises, perhaps some scratches and ouch… a bite. » -He said as he glanced at his shoulder- « Nothing I can’t survive. » He paused and gently cupped her non-swollen cheek after he put his knife back into the back of his jeans. « You ? »

 

« I guess I’m okay ?... She then sighed in relief as he gently stroked her cheek.

 

« You look badass with all that blood over you. » -He genuinely thought his words. He’d seen her in action again and it was great. Oya was a natural fighter, one who mastered the blades as no other person could. She fought against those beasts like Bruce Lee, with a mix of power and elegance that didn’t go unnoticed by him. He couldn’t help but watch her as she kicked ass and took names. He couldn’t help but admire his partner and the energy she put into whatever she wanted to. Oya was driven.

 

« I look disgusting with all that blood! Look at us! we’re soaked to the bone. I need a shower and so do you! »

 

She snarled but smiled at him in a little smug smile. Dean was awesome when he fought monsters. He caught her attention back when they first met at the vampire nest. Since then, Oya had always set her eyes on him. She loved the way he used his guns and knives. Loved the way he took advantage of his surroundings. Dean was resourceful and he always looked great when kicking ass. He was the Winchester, the golden hunter who defied the odds. Hunters looked up to Dean and wanted to reach his level and yet it never got into the dirty blonde’s hunter mind. Instead, he still managed to be impressed by the other hunters' skills. Oya finally noticed that she was clenching her knife. This fight tonight wasn’t as easy as she had wished it to be. They were overwhelmed, at least at one point she could have been seriously injured. Her knife wasn’t as sharp as it used to be due to intense use of it so she made a mental note to sharpen it once they returned home. She was distracted a few times, thus getting her sides clawed up by the werewolves. She shrugged and furrowed her brows.  Dean grabbed her other cheek, entangling his fingers with her blood-soaked locks.

 

« We look disgusting, we smell like shit but you know what ? I’ll take it as a win, we saved a lot of people tonight, together. »

 

« Always… » -She repeated with a soft smile on her lips. They would need to bury the monsters and check with the victims. Ten people, mostly two families of three, a runaway teenager boy, and three adults were crying and holding onto each other. Shellshocked by their kidnapping and the revelation that monsters were real, they would need some pep-talk and comfort from the hunters as well as the promise to keep this a secret to not let the world crumble into chaos. That was Oya’s specialty. She had a knack at talking to people and convincing them of the most outrageous, yet she still was holding onto her knife in such a defensive way that Dean just needed to make sure she was doing alright before he let her go and talk to those strangers.

 

« Do you think you’re ready to talk to them? » Oya shook her head and looked at her hand dramatically. « It’s okay…it’s okay. I’ll go and talk to them. » -Oya shook her head and pulled him into a tight hug. Dean instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed her against his chest, disregarding the fact the was smelly, soaked with blood and dirt from the earlier fight. Oya didn’t care, so neither did he. « Okay.. we’ll go together then. » She nodded and gently ran her hands over his back, stroking it gently. « We’ll go together. »

 

And he took her to the victims, closely followed by the ebony hunter who looked as he started to talk to those people. She nodded and added a few words to his short explanations and sighed in relief as they all agreed to keep what happened that night to themselves, arguing that nobody would ever believe them so there was no need to share this information. The night was almost dying as sunrise was about to come but despite the exhaustion, both Oya and Dean were happy about the outcome of their fight. The case was handled well, just as they needed it. Pluto might still be waiting at a corner, thye were ready for him.

 

-TBC-