Doya: "Of All people."

A/N: I miss them

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Of all people they could have asked help from, Crowley was the last on Oya's list. She never liked him -Not only because he was the king of Hell.... but mostly because he was a conniving backstabbing bitch.- She still was scared of Demons and Hell and still had an irrational fear of them she couldn't overcome just yet.  She hated the whole situation with Pluto and couldn't hide it. Crowley was amused yet intrigued by this new companion of his "favorite" hunters. He was more focused on planning a potential escape in case Team Free Will's plan didn't work.

Of all people they could have asked help from, Rowena was just above Crowley. The hunter had a really hard time accepting that she would have to spend time with the mother of the king of Hell. Rowena could not be trusted and Oya was still salty over the witch's betrayal. She felt like a fool, for having trusted her in the first place and realizing that she should have known better. Dean convinced her that it was the right thing to do and come to think of it, Oya knew he was right. Pluto was no ordinary pagan god. He was calculating, collected, and far more patient than any of the other gods they have encountered in the past.

They couldn't do otherwise. They had to take their chances and gather all the allies they could have. Oya was still upset about the situation, so much so that she couldn't sleep well. she dreaded a potential betrayal and wanted to prepare herself the best she could. Dean watched her as she paced around in their motel room. He watched as she was restless and decided to stop her from going further down the rabbit hole. He stood up from his chair and put both hands on her shoulders, forcing Oya to look up to his face. 

"Now is the time you talk to me."

"I can't... Not now.." -She refused to speak and shook her head. Her massive black hair cascaded over her shoulders and onto the small of her back and she stared at his beautiful Emerald eyes.- "What? I said I couldn't talk about it now... Give me some time."- But he didn't listen. Instead, he cupped both cheeks of the smaller hunter and stroked her soft skin with his thumbs. She sighed and put both of her hands on his wrists-

"O. I know you're not doing alright. Something's on your chest." -She wanted to speak but he insisted- "Spit it out, Oya. I'm here." -That made her sigh and she dropped her head, looking at his chest instead of his face-

"....'" She nipped at her bottom lip and knitted her brows together. He could feel her hands hold onto his- "Dean... It's the same old same old... Do you really want us to talk about it?"

"Yeah, I do." -His jaw was tightly clenched and Oya could feel his gentle hold becoming a little stronger. He wanted her to look at him, so she looked up at his face. Her hazel eyes were bright, wet even from the unshed tears of frustration that had pooled there- "C'mon. Talk to me."

"Of all people, Dean... Of all people, we had to go and ask for Their help!" -She rolled her eyes and leaned her head against his right hand.- "It's driving me crazy to know we have to deal with those snakes. I don't trust them one bit. I know you don't either and you're prepared for their shit but... Of all people? They are the best we could have found?"

"The best we actually know of." -He wasn't judgemental. Instead, Dean was understanding. He knew that Oya was terrified. He knew what was at stake and he knew that she would come around if given the proper amount of time. They weren't going to experience annihilation simply because pagan gods were dependent on worship to exist. What they could lose, however, would be their freedom and the countless lives of sacrificial lambs.- "They're not perfect. We aren't perfect. We work with what we have and what we know. Rowena is the most powerful witch there is. She knows her ways around spells. She is vital in our plan to sever the ties between human worshippers and Pluto." -She rolled her eyes and sucked at her bottom lip before a shrug went through her spine. "O. Oya, look at me."

"Dean...I know for sure, that we can't trust Rowena or Crowley. It's not even a matter of ego. I can feel it, I know they are cooking something up. They could either work alone or together and we are blindsided." -She sighed and yanked her head back, looking once more at her partner's face. "It just feels as if we cut one head and another grows right back up. Can we even rest at this point?"

"You know we can't." -He smiled at her, bringing her frame against his taut one for a hug.- "You know damn well that we can't. That's the job, right? we fight monsters, we save people..."-He let his fingers run through her massive black locks and rested his chin against the top of her head.- "I know you don't agree with what we're doing but I need you to trust me on that."

"I trust /you/ I just don't trust / them./!! How could I, after all, we've been through? How could I, uh?" -She asked, her voice a little bit broken. She sighed again and wrapped her arms around Dean tighter. "I just want him dead. I just need him dead." She stroked his back. 

"I want that son of a bitch dead too, O. He shook you to the core, nearly took you from me and I can't forgive that. Bonus point, he's an asshole, so it's even easier this time."

"...... Of All people, Dean! Of all people!" -She shook her head in disbelief.-

 Yet, he had a point. There was a saying that said it was better to work with the devil you knew rather than one you didn't know.  They knew Rowena and Crowley and expected their betrayal. This time, she wouldn't be surprised, she would be ready. He chuckled lightly. They had unusual friends and unusual enemies. They couldn't expect anything less than outside the ordinary. Heck! Dean was Michael's vessel. So a chuckle escaped his lips and had the hunter look at him and chuckle with him. He kept laughing and she rolled her eyes and gently hit his chest. It was good. A burst of laughter was good all things considered. He gently pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked back to the bed. She followed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She would be alright. 

-TBC-