Doya: A much needed break

Doya: A much needed break

//This is a little feel good-time between these two adorable darlings

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 Oya cupped both of Dean's cheeks and pulled him towards her for a kiss. He indulged in her silent request and bent forward so he could kiss her. It felt good to be home. There was something that he had not felt in a long time. Domestic bliss, a sense of belonging, and as wxell, the fact he was living his life, not just surviving it. For so many years, Dean had felt as  if he had been sleepwalking into this life, surviving into a routine made of hunts, of guts and blood, and of loss. He had been doing this for so long that he didn't know anything else. He couldn't conceive it until Oya came into his life.With Oya things were easy. He didn't have to hide, he didn't have to pretend he wasn't a hunter, and  the best thing was that she welcomed Sam and Castiel in her life as if they have always been there. Domestic bliss, that was! A funny feeling that made him feel warm at the pit of his stomach which he really enjoyed. A funny feeling that made him reconsider his life. He wasn't surviving anymore. He was living the life he never knew he needed. 

Oya felt Dean's larger hands wrap around her waist and pull her up so she could sit on the kitchen table. He pressed a kiss to her neck and let his hands gently rubbed her waist. Oya chuckled and yanked her head back so she could have a better look at her partner and she grinned at him again. They spoke sweet nothings, about how good she smelled that day, about how strong he felt against her and about the joy of having the house for each other only. There was no one there, Rowena was away doing Chuck knew what, Sam and Castiel were trying to locate Pluto and they didn't have Crowley around either. It felt good  to be able to be silly together. She realized that she didn't want anything else in the world. She had a family, a family she chose. She had a lover who could understand the life she was leading and who was the perfect match for her. 

This relationship was far healthier than the one she had with Fabrice, her former fiance. Dean didn't expect anything from her, but her presence. He didn't expect her to become the mother of his children. He didn't expect her to behave a certain way. He loved her, all of her, without conditions. He would patch her up when she was injured, he would move mountains to help her, he would fight Lucifer himself if that meant saving her and she knew she would do the very same for him. She would, Dean let his fingers run into her heavy locks, clenching his fist into the luscious black curls before he pressed his lips to her neck, nibbling on her delicate skin so she would moan into his ears. He loved being home, and he loved it even more when she was here. He loved to hear her laughter, the gentle words she said to him, the intense hazel gaze she set upon him. 

It really was the little things, it really was everything about being at home. And they were at home with each other. 

-TBC-