Doya: Healers

Doya: Healers 

//well, I can't get enough of them. Here's a little sweet moment for these two. 

xxx

A hunter's life was a lonely life. It was a life made of sacrifices, loss, and fear. It was a life you spent killing creatures, protecting people, and expecting Death to embrace you at any moment. A hunter's life was spent trying to atone for sins you committed, and those you were about to commit. Oh, Dean knew quite a deal about it. He knew quite a deal about pain, despair, loss, and sacrifices. He knew and if he had not been Chuck's favorite human, he probably would have died a long time ago. If he had not met Oya, he would have been dead by now, or perhaps, he would have lived an empty life. Dean's world was grey and painful, but since he met Oya, everything changed. She saved him. He told her so a while ago. If it wasn't for her kindness and her love, Dean would have been lost. If it wasn't for her dedication to him, and her desire to make him see what she saw in him, Dean would have been lost. Oya came, she showed him that he was worthy of being loved, that he could build a life for himself despite the horrors this world had to offer. Oya loved him through thick and thin, and he loved her all the same. They were hunters, and their lives were spent soaked with blood and with lives taken to protect other lives, but they were able to have something else, something more, something real.

They were healers. Dean and Oya found each other when they were at their worst. They were able to recognize their kin in each other. They were healers because after they lost everything, they were able to move forward and build something. It took its time, countless nights, and a dash of hope, but Oya and Dean were able to make a home for themselves. They manage to fill their empty hearts with love. They were able to become a family, no matter what. She lost a family when the Asanbosam slaughtered them, but she gained a new one with Team Free Will. A lover, and two brothers. Together, they were able to find something good with life, and renewed energy to fight for it. Together, they managed to soften their rough angles, they welcome the idea of them being able to find their happiness in the rubble of this world. They did it. 

They were healers. Together, despite what Fate had for them in-store, they were able to make it lie and change their future. Together, they were able to finally start to live their lives. It wasn't just brothers to return to. It wasn't just a mission after another mission after another mission. It was a home he could return to. It was blind trust. It was a desire to see the other grow and flourish. It was the little things, from her ugly aprons to Dean cooking something for her. It was the way their bodies felt right against the other. It was the quieter nights -for him-, and the less intense nightmares -for her-. It was them being each other's last thoughts before they fell asleep or during critical moments. It was the tears they shed for one another, the joy they let explode, and the fact they didn't mind scars, tears, blood, and everything else from the other. 

It was love. 

It was life. 

And finally, after so long, they were able to make a warm home for themselves in this cold world.

A home in each other's hearts. 

A heart they shared. 

A heart... Their heart. 

-TBC-