Doya: Oya and Sam

 Oya and Sam :

Oya's low-key love for Comic books had Sam thinking of a nice present he could bring her home. Sam wasn't big on presents, it wasn't something he was used to doing but Oya took the habit to bring them something from the places she visited. She usually opted for ugly shirts and aprons they never wore but from time to time she would come home with something she spent time looking for. Something cool like a rare weapon or a book of the spell. The case he worked on with Dean, involved a comic book nerd who got haunted by the spirit of a spiteful comic book artist. Oya was a big comic nerd, so when he realized that he did save another big nerd who offered him one of the most expansive items of his collection (an original x-men print), he didn't say no. He took it and came back to Oya with his present.

Of course, he chose to go to /her/ room rather than Dean's -she shared with- and placed the comic book on the bed for her to find. -all nicely wrapped up and protected by a plastic film by the previous owner- He took the time to sit and look around him, at Oya's space. Save for one picture of the three of them, her personal space was rather bland. There was nothing, not even her weapons -because she kept them in bags she hid under her bed- like there was in his older brother's room. Her room was spotless for she cleaned up every week but lacking a personal touch. Sam ran his fingers through his chocolate mane and left her bedroom. The picture was a new detail, something she added after nearly a year spent with them and he noticed the change.

The fact she put it on display, despite the emptiness of the place suggested that Oya felt home. She had to since she did share Dean's bedroom. Sam only assumed that she put some of her clothes and shoes there, maybe her toothbrush, maybe some weapons she kept in a bag under the bed like in her room. He never really entered Dean's room since Oya moved in there, save for the occasional talk with Dean, but he knew he wasn't too far off. Oya wasn't home, she was working a case on her own but he was smiling at the idea of her finding her present. She would scream like she always did when excited, she would probably try and hug him to thank him and he would feel all types of ways because of her.. All types of happy, because of her. All types of alive...

Because of her.