// Faith is practically the word that could describe this storyline.
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Oya was staring at the ceiling on that warm summer night. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling and she was rubbing her taut belly. She knew it was a matter of Faith, Dean told her so, she had to have faith in the process. They were hunting Pluto and Dean devised a plan to defeat the pagan god. His plan required the intervention of Crowley, the current King of Hell, and Rowena his mother, a mischievous and powerful witch. The hunter didn't feel comfortable with the idea of having Rowena or Crowley work with Team Free Will, but she talked to Dean. He made it easier for her to accept the situation by reassuring her about his awareness of the situation. He knew his devils, he knew his foes and he was expecting a betrayal. Besides, they needed their help and no matter how much Oya hated it, she couldn't deny how powerful they were and how much their presence would help win this war against the pagan god.
Oya used to have faith. She grew up believing in Chuck, angels, and demons. She grew up thinking that if she led a good and virtuous life, she would end up in Heaven. she grew up thinking that angels listened to her prayers and interceded on her behalf to Chuck. She used to believe that her late fiancé loved her and she had faith in their relationship. Where did it take her? What did she get for having faith in humanity? in Fate? Nothing and she didn't want to try it again and be hurt because she let her guard down. So she stared at the ceiling, wondering just how long she could keep faith in the plan and in the people who were supposed to be helping them? She bit her bottom lip and closed both eyes, forcing her mind to focus on an answer. the truth was, she didn't trust them but she trusted Dean. She knew he would take into consideration everything, especially what could save the world.
So she had Faith in him. She always had. from the moment they met to this morning, Oya had always trusted Dean. He always kept his word, and since he promised Oya he wouldn't do anything stupid and wouldn't sacrifice himself unless it was the last resort, he hadn't done it. She trusted him and knew that he would always come back to her if they were separated. He always did. So when Dean told her that she had to have faith in the process, she believed him. Castiel and Sam were trying to locate Pluto, but they also were investigating whatever plot Crowley might have by working cases involving demons. If they sniffed anything indicating that there would be a betrayal, they would alert the rest of the family and they would devise a plan. The plan would work. Pluto would be defeated. Oya was starting to believe it. There was no other way things could go because if they didn't defeat Pluto, that would mean the rest of the world would be at war with him.
She rolled on her side, setting her hazel eyes upon Dean who was taking a nap. She knew that a single noise would wake him up since his sleep wasn't deep, but she chose to be gentle and soft. Her hand softly stroked the skin of his arm, her nose rubbed against the strong bicep of the Winchester elder and she started to plant soft kisses against it. Dean felt them but he didn't move, too busy enjoying the sensation of her soft lips against his skin. He enjoyed it when Oya was caring for him, and he loved when she managed to turn the dreadful day into something he looked forward to. She made his mornings sweeter, and the whole world felt much better live in when she was in there. She curled against him and let her hands run over his scalp. She had faith. It would be alright.
-TBC-
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