DOYA - Worries out of the window

"Worries out the window"

Oya was laying on the bed, eyes focused on the ceiling of their crappy motel room. She was wondering, bemused, if they would ever get tired of the low-standard rooms they always rented when they were working cases. She was used to it, to the smell, the lack of furniture, the bare minimum provided and the ice machines they would have to go to when they needed to freshen their drinks. Those places held memories, good or bad. Those places meant something. Oya  let her hands run over her taut belly, before she let them loose through her black locks. Dean was sitting on the chair near the wall. He was focused on the newspapers he snatched at grocery store and was reading through the news about the case they were working on. Oya rolled her eyes and turned around, so she could have a better look at the hunter. A smile crept on her lips as she thought he looked good when he was focused and she started to tap her fingers on the mattress, making a noise that was sure to distract Dean from the newspapers. 

Dean turned the chair around, so he was now facing her. His face was still serious, focused, and that made his jawline tighter than usual. As a matter of fact, he was studying the hunter. She seemed relaxed, happier but he couldn't shake off the idea that she had been very upset at the presence of Rowena in their team born in an effort to defeat Pluto. He understood Oya's distrust of the Witch. He understood her disappointment in her and he understood why she would feel uneasy around the redhead. However, he couldn't do otherwise. They needed her to sever the link between Pluto and his worshippers so he could be weakened. They needed her and although it didn't please him as much as Oya wanted to believe, Dean knew that they couldn't do without Rowena. He was prepared for her to double-cross them and had quietly asked Castiel to keep an eye on her whenever he could. He also counted on her bad relationship with Crowley to actually keep her in check, but who knew what would happen? Definitely not a mortal. Definitely not Dean. 

Oya seemed relaxed. She seemed happier but he noticed the glimpse of doubt crossing her face. She had no doubts regarding their hunt. They were both glorious hunters. What she was uncertain about, was her ability to defeat the God. She was almost killed by him and she didn't know if their efforts would bear fruits or if they would all end up dead. Perhaps she was thinking that they didn't have enough time and who was he to blame her for this? His gaze ran over her soft curves and the creamy chocolate shade of her skin to finally rest upon her beautiful face. She was still tapping her fingers on the mattress, playing a melody that irritated both sets of ears until she stopped and slapped the mattress with her hand. She decided to throw her worries out of the window for tonight and instead enjoy the moment she was sharing with Dean. Not that he complained. He just made a mental note to ask her later, when they were done fooling around. He made a mental note but his resolve dissolved upon seeing her standing up and walking towards him, his shirt on for only cloth, her massive black curly hair as her jewel and her intense hazel gaze set upon him.

Worries could wait but Life couldn't. 

The night was still young... O still young...

-TBC-