Oya twirled a little on her heels. She wanted to show Dean the outfit she selected for the day. Chuck granted them a couple of weeks without any major incident or hunt. He granted them relief, if she could dare say that word. Relief from their job as hunters... Relief from saving the world and fighting monsters... Relief from fear... The fear of losing Dean or any member of Team Free Will. How long had it been since she had a nightmare? Oya stopped twirling and furrowed her brows. How long? She could not tell. Since the wedding? Since they went on a honeymoon trip? It suddenly dawned on her that if she did not have nightmares after such a long time, that meant she had gotten too comfortable. If they had not been in danger, that was not a good sign. Something sinister might have been brewing, unknown to them, and maybe Chuck would punish them with the vicious temper he was known for. Her smile dropped, and Oya looked at the floor, then her hands, as if it would comfort her. She then looked for Dean, who was in the shower. This, she did quietly, as Oya did not want to scare Dean or ruin the mood of their little honeymoon. Instead, the hunter simply leaned against the door and allowed -forced- her gaze to focus on her husband in that shower. He was alive and well. They were happy, and no matter how short-lived this moment was, Dean was alive and well.
She grabbed a curly lock of hair and fidgeted with it while her teeth mind-absently gritted against one another. There was a time Oya wished for the nightmares to stop. She wished for her nights to either be sleepless or filled with dreams because Nightmares exhausted her. Nightmares kept her scared and worried. Nightmares forced her to see the worst in life, and she did not want to have them. What Oya learned over the years was that she preferred it when there were nightmares because she had fallen into a habit. They became familiar. They became easier to live with. A nightmare was a reminder that anything could happen and that she should not become too comfortable because if she was caught by surprise, then she would not be able to move forward. If she ever lost Dean out of the blue, without any preparation, Oya was certain she would simply join him in death. The world be damned. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, in an attempt to soothe her heart, and wondered if Dean was feeling the same. He was. Maybe even worse than Oya because he came to the same realization far sooner than she did.
He enjoyed their little peace and quiet during the day, but at night, when everything was calm, his fears resurfaced and tormented him again. He wanted to protect her laughs, her smiles, her quiet, dreamless nights. He wanted to protect Oya with everything he had because he could not bear to lose her. She knew him deeply, and while he tried to pretend he was fine, she could see right through him. Maybe that was why he only let himself be worried when she was deep in her sleep. So she wouldn't be worried like he was. So he would not ruin their honeymoon. If only she knew what was going through his mind, if only she--- Dean blinked and felt the soft arms of his wife wrap around his frame. She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his back. They did not speak, but this simple hug managed to soothe both of them. This simple hug-- managed to make them feel good. They were alive and well. They were safe.
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